Finding My Hemingway

Finding My Hemingway "Finding My Hemingway" is about my journey to find my voice as a writer and a poet through literature, photography, travel, and self-discovery.
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For over a decade, Ernest Hemingway called Key West home, producing some of his most famous works and immortalizing a so...
05/28/2026

For over a decade, Ernest Hemingway called Key West home, producing some of his most famous works and immortalizing a somewhat remote stretch of land in southern Florida. Today, his estate is a tourist hotspot, giving visitors a unique look into the legendary writer’s life.

Born in 1899 in Oak Park, Illinois, Hemingway grew up in a comfortable but fractious family. Childhood trips to the remote woods of Michigan inspired his fascination with nature and a lifelong quest for adventure, including his passion for hunting and fishing. Interested in writing from an early age, he began his career as a journalist, working as a reporter in the Midwest. When poor eyesight kept him from enlisting during World War I, Hemingway volunteered as a Red Cross ambulance driver and was severely wounded in Italy at age 18, leading to a long convalescence.

In the fall of 1921, he married Hadley Richardson, eight years his senior, and, on the advice of friends, the couple moved to Paris later that year. The Hemingways quickly became part of a group of American expatriates who poured into the French capital in the decade after WWI, including F. Scott Fitzgerald, Gertrude Stein, Ezra Pound, and T.S. Eliot. Dubbed the “Lost Generation,” they wrote, painted and composed by day, and drank, debated and caroused the City of Lights by night. Hemingway supported his family (including his newborn son) as a journalist, traveling throughout Europe on assignment, while also completing work on his first novel, “The Sun Also Rises,” which showcased Hemingway’s crisp, spare writing style and helped immortalize both its young author and his group of friends.

Hemingway’s affair with fellow journalist Pauline Pfeiffer led to the collapse of his marriage to Richardson and their divorce in 1927. He married Pfeiffer soon after, and the pair decided to return to America when she became pregnant with the first of their two sons. Writer and friend John Dos Passos recommended Key West, in the southern end of the Florida Keys. When they arrived in 1928, Hemingway was immediately enchanted. Located just 90 miles from Cuba, the region’s welcoming weather and laid-back, permissive atmosphere seemed tailor-made for Hemingway.

The couple lived on-and-off in Key West for several years (spending summers in Wyoming), before finally putting down more permanent roots in 1931. Pfeiffer found a house for sale at auction, and her uncle purchased it for $8,000 (approximately $134,00 today) as a belated wedding gift.

Built in 1851 by the owner of a local ship salvage company, the house sat on one of the largest private lots in the city, and, thanks to its high elevation and sturdy construction, could withstand even the fiercest of storms. The couple set out to restore the property, filling the house with the European antique furniture that Hemingway loved (found on his frequent trips to Spain and elsewhere), and building a writing studio in a detached carriage house on the grounds.

Hemingway helped make Key West famous, and he and the city became almost impossibly intertwined during his years there. He immortalized his favorite haunts and drinking buddies through his writing, most famously in 1937’s To Have and Have Not, a Key West-set novel inspired by a group of local black-market smugglers. His hard-partying ways even came home with him, quite literally, in the form of a urinal, drunkenly carried home from Sloppy Joe’s Bar and installed in his backyard, which is still working as a water fountain today. Hemingway also built a boxing ring on the property, allowing the self-styled pugilist a place to spar.

Hemingway continued to travel throughout the 1930s for both work and pleasure. A two-month African safari in 1933 left him dangerously ill but provided both the inspiration for his famed short story “The Snows of Kilimanjaro” and trunks full of animal trophies, put on display in Key West. When Hemingway left to report on the Spanish Civil War in 1937, Pfeiffer decided to surprise him by building a pool, the first to be built on Key West. Hemingway, however, seemed less than pleased by the gesture — furious over the cost (more than $340,000 in today’s money), he threw a penny into the unfinished pool, noting that Pfeiffer might as well have taken his last cent. Pfeiffer, well acquainted with her husband’s often unstable moods, calmly had the penny embedded in concrete, forever immortalizing his outburst.
The warm waters surrounding Key West seemed to beckon Hemingway. He quickly became obsessed with deep-water fishing, and soon bought his own boat, the Pilar. "Papa" Hemingway, as he’d dubbed himself, took to sailing the nearby waters with friends in tow, who were soon nicknamed the Key West Mob.
According to legend, a fellow sailor and ship captain gifted Hemingway with a male cat with six toes named Snow Ball. Polydactyl cats were popular among sailors for their both their rat-hunting skills and as a supposed source of good luck. Unlike Pfeiffer’s pool, Hemingway seemed tickled by the gift. Much like his owner, Snow Ball seemed to live a life of pleasure and sexual liberation, soon sowing the first of several generations of six- and seven-toed cats that roamed Hemingway’s properties — including more than 50 of them that call the Key West property home today.

Enough said…
05/28/2026

Enough said…

There is a kind of starkness to Ernest Hemingway that feels almost impossible today.In his writing, nothing is wasted. N...
05/27/2026

There is a kind of starkness to Ernest Hemingway that feels almost impossible today.

In his writing, nothing is wasted. No extra words. Just clean, deliberate lines where what is left unsaid matters as much as what is written.

He lived the same way.

From the Gulf Stream aboard the Pilar to the cafés of Paris and the heat of Havana, Hemingway pursued what was real. Fishing. Writing. Loving. Losing. Never excess for its own sake. Only what meant something.

That is where the power comes from.

In a world that constantly adds more, Hemingway reminds us of the value in taking things away.

“This land is your land, and this land is my landFrom California to the New York islandFrom the Redwood Forest to the Gu...
05/27/2026

“This land is your land, and this land is my land
From California to the New York island
From the Redwood Forest to the Gulf Stream waters
This land was made for you and me

As I went walking that ribbon of highway
And I saw above me that endless skyway
I saw below me that golden valley
This land was made for you and me”
- Woody Guthrie

On this day in 1956, Woody Guthrie, homeless and suffering from Huntington's disease, was arrested for vagrancy in Morristown, New Jersey. He was sent to nearby Greystone Park Psychiatric Hospital and spent the rest of his life in care facilities, passing away in 1967 at age 55.

Guthrie: "I am out to sing songs that will prove to you that this is your world and that if it has hit you pretty hard and knocked you for a dozen loops, no matter what color, what size you are, how you are built, I am out to sing the songs that make you take pride in yourself and your work. And the songs that I sing are made up for the most part by all sorts of folks just about like you."

Many folk singers saw the light through Guthrie, but his most notable acolyte was Bob Dylan, who tracked down Guthrie less than a week after moving to New York in 1961. Dylan's tribute tune, "Song To Woody," was included on his first album in 1962. When Dylan's career erupted a few years later, many fans dug into his back catalog and learned about Guthrie.

As Woody's behavior became erratic, he was incorrectly diagnosed with everything from alcoholism to schizophrenia until he finally received the correct but devastating diagnosis, Huntington's chorea, a genetic disease that forced his mother's institutionalization 30 years earlier.

A Poem: Our Friend, Woody

His name was Woody
He was my friend
He was your friend, too
Until then end
He was a wanderer
He was a poet
His life was simple
As we all know it

He loved to think
He loved to write
He wrote down songs
He sang at night
He liked most strangers
He called them brothers
He had his faults
None more than others

He wandered near
He wandered far
A simple man
Some thought bizarre
He was sometimes challenged
Some questioned Woody
I never saw him fight
I wondered should he

But he was calm
A man of peace
He was a wanderer
To say the least
He was our friend
His name was Woody
Never saw him dance
I wondered could he

But then, one day
After walking real far
Woody got arrested
For sitting outside a bar
They thought he was drunk
Acting somewhat strange
Wrapped him in a white coat
To cure him of derange

They locked up Woody
Threw away the key
To be heard no more
Nothing more to see
But his poetry lived on
Way past his end
Woody got the last laugh
Woody was our friend

His name was Woody
He was our friend
A special friendship
Never meant to end
Woody will live forever
Yes, forever free
His poems were made
For you and me

© 2025 Jeffrey Pipes Guice

Just two years before his death, Ernest Hemingway was visited by a young journalist, who asked him about the Beat Genera...
05/27/2026

Just two years before his death, Ernest Hemingway was visited by a young journalist, who asked him about the Beat Generation. He replied:
"I wish them all good luck. They seem to be doing okay. They have their own publicity organization already."
It seems to be the only time Hemingway ever mentioned the Beats, but of course, they often referred to him in their journals and letters.

William Faulkner's 1952 Review of The Old Man and the Sea“Time may show it to be the best single piece of any of us.”In ...
05/26/2026

William Faulkner's 1952 Review of The Old Man and the Sea

“Time may show it to be the best single piece of any of us.”

In the midcentury American literary landscape, few writers loomed as large as William Faulkner and Ernest Hemingway. Both were revered internationally as well as at home, both won Nobel and Pulitzer Prizes, both wrote acclaimed short fiction alongside their novels, and both drank like fish.
Universal renown and debilitating alcoholism are where the similarities pretty much end, however. Hemingway was the quintessential minimalist, shearing his terse sentences of any and all ornamentation; Faulkner was a purveyor of experimental, elliptical, stream-of-consciousness prose. Hemingway was the bombastic veteran and war correspondent, a tornado of chest-beating machismo and unchecked ego; Faulkner was a taciturn former postmaster who despised and shunned the fame that success brought. Hemingway sent his rootless, restless surrogates to far-flung lands; Faulkner built an imagined county in which his haunted Southerners could decay.
What they did share, however, was a healthy rivalry, and though they never met in person, the two men corresponded, both in the press and in private, for years. Their most famous interaction, indeed the one that has come to epitomize their relationship in the public imagination, came when Faulkner remarked that Hemingway “has never been known to use a word that might send a reader to the dictionary,” to which Papa replied, “Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words?”
Despite what this catty exchange would have you believe, Faulkner and Hemingway were actually great admirers of each other’s work, regularly offering up (qualified) praise. Perhaps the greatest single example of this came in 1952, when Faulkner agreed to write the below single-paragraph review of The Old Man and the Sea for Washington and Lee University’s literary journal, Shenandoah.

“His best. Time may show it to be the best single piece of any of us, I mean his and my contemporaries. This time, he discovered God, a Creator. Until now, his men and women had made themselves, shaped themselves out of their own clay; their victories and defeats were at the hands of each other, just to prove to themselves or one another how tough they could be. But this time, he wrote about pity: about something somewhere that made them all: the old man who had to catch the fish and then lose it, the fish that had to be caught and then lost, the sharks which had to rob the old man of his fish; made them all and loved them all and pitied them all. It’s all right. Praise God that whatever made and loves and pities Hemingway and me kept him from touching it any further.”
- William Faulkner

In 1939, Averell Harriman, of the Union Pacific Railroad and other ventures invited Ernest Hemingway and a few Hollywood...
05/26/2026

In 1939, Averell Harriman, of the Union Pacific Railroad and other ventures invited Ernest Hemingway and a few Hollywood celebrities to visit his brand new Sun Valley Lodge. They were offered free residence for an extended period to promote the new resort. This was Hemingway's introduction to Sun Valley and Idaho. He continued to visit often over the next few years. He returned in 1946 and 1958 after Castro came to power in Cuba.
Hemingway had just broken up with Pauline Pfeifer, his second wife and mother of his two sons, Patrick and Gregory, and was soon to marry his third wife, Martha Gelhorn. He sought refuge in Sun Valley and pursued his two other passions, hunting and fishing. This began a 22-year relationship with the beauty and abundance and people of Sun Valley, Idaho.
While in Sun Valley, he worked on portions of For Whom the Bell Tolls, Islands in the Stream, The Garden of Eden, and A Moveable Feast.

“Every man’s life ends the same way. Only the details of how he lived distinguish one man from another.”

He came to love the area profoundly and wrote a eulogy for his close friend Gene Van Guilder, which some Hemingway Scholars believe was also a eulogy for himself. It was a departure from his spare style and was uniquely poetic.

“He loved the warm summer sun and the high mountain meadows, the trails through the timber, and the sudden clear blue of the lakes. He loved the hills in the winter when the snow comes. Best of all, he loved the fall … the fall with the tawny and grey, the leaves yellow on the cottonwoods, leaves floating on the trout streams and above the hills the high blue windless skies. He loved to shoot, he loved to ride, and he loved to fish.”

It was in Sun Valley that he met and developed a long friendship with Lloyd and Tillie Arnold. Sun Valley was also the home of the brilliant if erratic poet Ezra Pound, whom Hemingway had met in Paris and had great respect for.
But it was Lloyd and Tillie whom Hemingway spent his time with. Lloyd Arnold was an accomplished photographer who produced the photographic epic "High On The Wild With Hemingway." And Tillie wrote "The Idaho Hemingway."
In 1958, when Fidel Castro came to power in Cuba and confiscated private property, including Finca Vigia, the Hemingway home, Hemingway with his fourth and last wife Mary Welsh, an American journalist whom he met in London while she was on assignment for Time Magazine bought a home in Ketchum, Idaho, a community adjacent to Sun Valley. And there they stayed for the remainder of his life.

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