|Birth: ||Apr. 3, 1807|
|Death: ||Feb. 17, 1908|
Archibald Anderson lived a wonderful long life of almost 101 years, working 40 of those years for the Old Colony Railroad.
He was born at the corner of Pearl and High Streets in Boston, at the home of his sailor father, Captain Archibald Anderson and his wife, Rebecca Fessenden, when Boston was a town of only 30,000 people and had only four banks. His father was a master mariner sailing from Boston to any port of the world. But when Archibald was 4 years old, his father retired from the sea and moved his family to his hometown of Warren, Maine.
When he was a teenager, Archibald was apprenticed to wheelwright, Benjamin Burrill, in Roxbury, Massachusetts. Archibald learned his trade well, and ended up marrying Caroline Burrill, daughter of his employer. He then opened his own shop until 1845 when he went to work in the repair shop of the Old Colony Railroad as the inspector of the rolling stock.
He cast his first vote for president in 1828 for John Quincy Adams, who was running for re-election against Andrew Jackson. Jackson won. He loved all of Shakespeare's plays and enjoyed writing poetry. He was a member of the Universalist Church in Roxbury. He had seven children with his first wife, Caroline, and after she died in 1876, he married his second wife, Charity Grow Bean Pratt Clark on April 6, 1881. He was her fourth husband, being widowed by her previous husbands. After she died in 1894, he lived with his son in Waltham, Massachusetts.
Below is a poem he wrote for my great great grandmother, Abigail Matthews Grow, on January 11, 1878, her 86th birthday; she became his mother-in-law three years later, when he married Charity. Archibald was 70 years old when he wrote this poem:
"To Mrs. Grow on her birthday,
"Sister, on your natal day
I send my heart's desire
All earthly good attend your way
Till called to come up higher
Men call me old for since my birth
Tis ten years and three score
But you had had this rolling earth
Full sixteen years before
Our early friends have one by one
Passed on to peaceful rest
We still can say 'Thy will be done'
And trust that will is best
And at that time so long delayed
That call all must obey
May joy and peace our souls pervade
And drive all fear away."
Newspaper interview of Archibald Anderson, entitled "Near the Century Mark", when he was 98 years old.
Copy of Archibald Anderson's poem in possession of Virginia Ginn.
Charity Bates Grow Anderson (1815 - 1894)
Caroline F Anderson (1809 - 1876)*
Rebecca Frances Anderson Robinson (1828 - 1923)*
Codman Burying Ground
Maintained by: Virginia Ginn
Originally Created by: BobBoston
Record added: Jun 07, 2010
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