son of CP & ME,
Age 8 year 9 months
killed when lightning hit circus tents
Claud Aldrich, a victim of yesterday and disaster is buried to-day, the funeral services conducted by Rev. Mr. Grinnell at W. S. Ensign's uncle of the deceased. River Falls Journal 6-22-1893
A pathetic incident of the sad calamity of the 21st is that of poor little Claude Aldrich. He had looked forward to the coming of the circus with his fond boyish anticipations, had willingly done extra work in order to get the opportunity to visit it. In his death he was very little disfigured or blackened and his innocent countenance touched everyone who saw it with profound sympathy. His teacher and classmates at the Sunday school remembered him while they missed him, his desk last Sabbath being covered with flowers. River Falls Journal 6-29-1893
Curtis Aldrich's experience was remarkable and his own escape borders on the miraculous. He was severely and it was thought for several hours after the accident fatally injured. He remained unconscious far into the night and was paralyzed to such an extent that the physicians could detect no pulsations in the left side of his body for six hours or more but yesterday Mr. Aldrich was on the street walking about with bandaged feel assisted only by a crutch. This is his third tussle with lightning. Once he was thrown from the top of a grain stack by a shock and on another occasion was thrown nearly across the room when a bolt struck the chimney of the house in which he was stopping. When he received the shock on the 21st which killed his little boy he was holding the latter by the hand. What a mournful experience! Clasping the little hand of his trusting child whose happy face was turned to his father's listening intently to catch the meaning of words never fully pronounced and lightning descended from heaven and that hand was limp and lifeless the voice was hushed and the happy heart of childhood stood still, but the smile remained upon that placid face of innocence. What an awful awakening came to that fond father when the full consciousness returned to him! Health may be restored to him, all that the world could give which he may desire nay be his, but there will be a void unfilled all along his earthly pilgrimage, his child will not come back. He will look with an unspeakable longing for Claud, but he will never again see him running down the road with joyous about to meet him on his return from the city. He will not hear his glad voice at play among his fellows. Coming from the field he will miss him in his accustomed place, his chair at the table will be vacant, he will be alone in the fields and on the highway and in the bosom of the night. In agony will his soul cry out in the darkness for his lost boy but he will hear no answering hail. There will be silence and gloom.
Claud was eight years old – not an infant whose young mind could now comprehend and appreciate nor a youth who had drawn himself away from his father – self-reliant and independent but he was in that trusting age of his life when he can understand but leans wholly on his father, relies upon him, confided in him, believes him the best and wisest man and that father's heart enshrines him completely, his love encircles him, his arm is around him, he has grown into his father's life, these two are one. Never before the age of six or seven are they so and never after the child is ten. And suddenly this young life is torn away from the father's heart lies in the grave of the dead child. He will cherish the memory of his child, it will be sweet and green and fragrant. He lives with him in the past, he hears his dear voice – a voice that thrilled him as the sweetest music could not, he sees the smiling face still, every incident of that innocent and happy life comes to his thoughts to-day. And these thoughts will repeat themselves every day of that father's mortal life, but "it is well with the child."
River Falls Journal 6-29-1893
Age 8 year 9 months
killed when lightning hit circus tents
Claud Aldrich, a victim of yesterday and disaster is buried to-day, the funeral services conducted by Rev. Mr. Grinnell at W. S. Ensign's uncle of the deceased. River Falls Journal 6-22-1893
A pathetic incident of the sad calamity of the 21st is that of poor little Claude Aldrich. He had looked forward to the coming of the circus with his fond boyish anticipations, had willingly done extra work in order to get the opportunity to visit it. In his death he was very little disfigured or blackened and his innocent countenance touched everyone who saw it with profound sympathy. His teacher and classmates at the Sunday school remembered him while they missed him, his desk last Sabbath being covered with flowers. River Falls Journal 6-29-1893
Curtis Aldrich's experience was remarkable and his own escape borders on the miraculous. He was severely and it was thought for several hours after the accident fatally injured. He remained unconscious far into the night and was paralyzed to such an extent that the physicians could detect no pulsations in the left side of his body for six hours or more but yesterday Mr. Aldrich was on the street walking about with bandaged feel assisted only by a crutch. This is his third tussle with lightning. Once he was thrown from the top of a grain stack by a shock and on another occasion was thrown nearly across the room when a bolt struck the chimney of the house in which he was stopping. When he received the shock on the 21st which killed his little boy he was holding the latter by the hand. What a mournful experience! Clasping the little hand of his trusting child whose happy face was turned to his father's listening intently to catch the meaning of words never fully pronounced and lightning descended from heaven and that hand was limp and lifeless the voice was hushed and the happy heart of childhood stood still, but the smile remained upon that placid face of innocence. What an awful awakening came to that fond father when the full consciousness returned to him! Health may be restored to him, all that the world could give which he may desire nay be his, but there will be a void unfilled all along his earthly pilgrimage, his child will not come back. He will look with an unspeakable longing for Claud, but he will never again see him running down the road with joyous about to meet him on his return from the city. He will not hear his glad voice at play among his fellows. Coming from the field he will miss him in his accustomed place, his chair at the table will be vacant, he will be alone in the fields and on the highway and in the bosom of the night. In agony will his soul cry out in the darkness for his lost boy but he will hear no answering hail. There will be silence and gloom.
Claud was eight years old – not an infant whose young mind could now comprehend and appreciate nor a youth who had drawn himself away from his father – self-reliant and independent but he was in that trusting age of his life when he can understand but leans wholly on his father, relies upon him, confided in him, believes him the best and wisest man and that father's heart enshrines him completely, his love encircles him, his arm is around him, he has grown into his father's life, these two are one. Never before the age of six or seven are they so and never after the child is ten. And suddenly this young life is torn away from the father's heart lies in the grave of the dead child. He will cherish the memory of his child, it will be sweet and green and fragrant. He lives with him in the past, he hears his dear voice – a voice that thrilled him as the sweetest music could not, he sees the smiling face still, every incident of that innocent and happy life comes to his thoughts to-day. And these thoughts will repeat themselves every day of that father's mortal life, but "it is well with the child."
River Falls Journal 6-29-1893
son of CP & ME,
Age 8 year 9 months
killed when lightning hit circus tents
Claud Aldrich, a victim of yesterday and disaster is buried to-day, the funeral services conducted by Rev. Mr. Grinnell at W. S. Ensign's uncle of the deceased. River Falls Journal 6-22-1893
A pathetic incident of the sad calamity of the 21st is that of poor little Claude Aldrich. He had looked forward to the coming of the circus with his fond boyish anticipations, had willingly done extra work in order to get the opportunity to visit it. In his death he was very little disfigured or blackened and his innocent countenance touched everyone who saw it with profound sympathy. His teacher and classmates at the Sunday school remembered him while they missed him, his desk last Sabbath being covered with flowers. River Falls Journal 6-29-1893
Curtis Aldrich's experience was remarkable and his own escape borders on the miraculous. He was severely and it was thought for several hours after the accident fatally injured. He remained unconscious far into the night and was paralyzed to such an extent that the physicians could detect no pulsations in the left side of his body for six hours or more but yesterday Mr. Aldrich was on the street walking about with bandaged feel assisted only by a crutch. This is his third tussle with lightning. Once he was thrown from the top of a grain stack by a shock and on another occasion was thrown nearly across the room when a bolt struck the chimney of the house in which he was stopping. When he received the shock on the 21st which killed his little boy he was holding the latter by the hand. What a mournful experience! Clasping the little hand of his trusting child whose happy face was turned to his father's listening intently to catch the meaning of words never fully pronounced and lightning descended from heaven and that hand was limp and lifeless the voice was hushed and the happy heart of childhood stood still, but the smile remained upon that placid face of innocence. What an awful awakening came to that fond father when the full consciousness returned to him! Health may be restored to him, all that the world could give which he may desire nay be his, but there will be a void unfilled all along his earthly pilgrimage, his child will not come back. He will look with an unspeakable longing for Claud, but he will never again see him running down the road with joyous about to meet him on his return from the city. He will not hear his glad voice at play among his fellows. Coming from the field he will miss him in his accustomed place, his chair at the table will be vacant, he will be alone in the fields and on the highway and in the bosom of the night. In agony will his soul cry out in the darkness for his lost boy but he will hear no answering hail. There will be silence and gloom.
Claud was eight years old – not an infant whose young mind could now comprehend and appreciate nor a youth who had drawn himself away from his father – self-reliant and independent but he was in that trusting age of his life when he can understand but leans wholly on his father, relies upon him, confided in him, believes him the best and wisest man and that father's heart enshrines him completely, his love encircles him, his arm is around him, he has grown into his father's life, these two are one. Never before the age of six or seven are they so and never after the child is ten. And suddenly this young life is torn away from the father's heart lies in the grave of the dead child. He will cherish the memory of his child, it will be sweet and green and fragrant. He lives with him in the past, he hears his dear voice – a voice that thrilled him as the sweetest music could not, he sees the smiling face still, every incident of that innocent and happy life comes to his thoughts to-day. And these thoughts will repeat themselves every day of that father's mortal life, but "it is well with the child."
River Falls Journal 6-29-1893
Age 8 year 9 months
killed when lightning hit circus tents
Claud Aldrich, a victim of yesterday and disaster is buried to-day, the funeral services conducted by Rev. Mr. Grinnell at W. S. Ensign's uncle of the deceased. River Falls Journal 6-22-1893
A pathetic incident of the sad calamity of the 21st is that of poor little Claude Aldrich. He had looked forward to the coming of the circus with his fond boyish anticipations, had willingly done extra work in order to get the opportunity to visit it. In his death he was very little disfigured or blackened and his innocent countenance touched everyone who saw it with profound sympathy. His teacher and classmates at the Sunday school remembered him while they missed him, his desk last Sabbath being covered with flowers. River Falls Journal 6-29-1893
Curtis Aldrich's experience was remarkable and his own escape borders on the miraculous. He was severely and it was thought for several hours after the accident fatally injured. He remained unconscious far into the night and was paralyzed to such an extent that the physicians could detect no pulsations in the left side of his body for six hours or more but yesterday Mr. Aldrich was on the street walking about with bandaged feel assisted only by a crutch. This is his third tussle with lightning. Once he was thrown from the top of a grain stack by a shock and on another occasion was thrown nearly across the room when a bolt struck the chimney of the house in which he was stopping. When he received the shock on the 21st which killed his little boy he was holding the latter by the hand. What a mournful experience! Clasping the little hand of his trusting child whose happy face was turned to his father's listening intently to catch the meaning of words never fully pronounced and lightning descended from heaven and that hand was limp and lifeless the voice was hushed and the happy heart of childhood stood still, but the smile remained upon that placid face of innocence. What an awful awakening came to that fond father when the full consciousness returned to him! Health may be restored to him, all that the world could give which he may desire nay be his, but there will be a void unfilled all along his earthly pilgrimage, his child will not come back. He will look with an unspeakable longing for Claud, but he will never again see him running down the road with joyous about to meet him on his return from the city. He will not hear his glad voice at play among his fellows. Coming from the field he will miss him in his accustomed place, his chair at the table will be vacant, he will be alone in the fields and on the highway and in the bosom of the night. In agony will his soul cry out in the darkness for his lost boy but he will hear no answering hail. There will be silence and gloom.
Claud was eight years old – not an infant whose young mind could now comprehend and appreciate nor a youth who had drawn himself away from his father – self-reliant and independent but he was in that trusting age of his life when he can understand but leans wholly on his father, relies upon him, confided in him, believes him the best and wisest man and that father's heart enshrines him completely, his love encircles him, his arm is around him, he has grown into his father's life, these two are one. Never before the age of six or seven are they so and never after the child is ten. And suddenly this young life is torn away from the father's heart lies in the grave of the dead child. He will cherish the memory of his child, it will be sweet and green and fragrant. He lives with him in the past, he hears his dear voice – a voice that thrilled him as the sweetest music could not, he sees the smiling face still, every incident of that innocent and happy life comes to his thoughts to-day. And these thoughts will repeat themselves every day of that father's mortal life, but "it is well with the child."
River Falls Journal 6-29-1893
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