Nov. 11, 1836 Portsmouth Rockingham County New Hampshire, USA
Mar. 19, 1907 Boston Suffolk County Massachusetts, USA
Author, Poet, Editor. Aldrich was an only child and his father often moved the whole family as he followed business opportunities. Shortly after his birth, the family moved from New Hampshire to New York for four years, then to New Orleans for about three years. He would later fictionalize these experiences of his childhood in the book "The Story of a Bad Boy" (1870). In 1849, Aldrich returned to New Hampshire to prepare for college. His father's death later that year, however, inspired him to give up school and move to New York with his mother. There, he attempted several odd jobs before publishing his first book of poetry in 1855 at age 18. He soon became a frequent contributor to various newspapers and journals, working alongside notable literary figures like Walt Whitman, Nathaniel Parker Willis, Bayard Taylor, and Richard Henry Stoddard throughout the 1850s. He married Lilian Woodman on November 28, 1865; they had twin boys five years later and a third son was born shortly after. After the Civil War, Aldrich moved to Massachusetts and joined the staff of Ticknor and Fields, working with authors like James Russell Lowell, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, Nathaniel Hawthorne, John Greenleaf Whittier, and others. He then became editor of the "Atlantic Monthly" from 1881 to 1890, succeeding William Dean Howells. Throughout his career, he continuously published his own work, including several new volumes of poetry. After an extended trip to Europe, he and his wife moved for a time to Saranac Lake, New York, while his grown son was treated for tuberculosis. His son, Charles, did not survive and the couple returned to Massachusetts. At the end of January 1907, Aldrich suddenly became ill and was taken to the hospital. After six weeks, he asked to be taken back to his house, where he died two days later. His last words were recorded as: "In spite of it all, I am going to sleep; put out the lights." (bio by: Midnightdreary)
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"They do not die who leave their thought Imprinted on some deathless page. Themselves may pass; the spell they wrought Endures on earth from age to age." Thomas Bailey Aldrich -
GeorgiaCA Added: Aug. 18, 2015
"Valor, love, undoubting trust,/ Patience, and fidelity/Lie beneath this carved stone./ If the end of these be dust,/ And their doom oblivion,/ Then life is a mockery." You deserve to be remembered, Aldrich. Thank you. -
Shropshire Lad Added: Apr. 23, 2015