I’m My Great-Great-Great-Great … Grand-Who?

“Happy Father’s Day, dad.”—Me

To the best of my knowledge, there are no murderers in the part of the family tree that leads directly to me. I have done my best to maintain this streak of successfully not murdering anyone, but if I am ever accused, I will not be the first person named Mark Aldrich to be charged with murder.

Almost every person with the last name Aldrich in the United States is descended from George Aldrich of Derbyshire, England, a tailor who was born in 1605 and emigrated to America in 1631, a decade after the Pilgrims. He is my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great grandfather and probably the only one whose name I will know. George and his wife Katherine Seald Aldrich settled in Dorchester, Massachusetts, had 10 children (one, a daughter who died in infancy, bore a classic Puritan name, “Experience”) moved to Braintree, and then moved to Mendon, Massachusetts, where his name is inscribed on a monument naming the town’s first settlers. I have not visited this.

His second son, Joseph, is the great-great-great-great grandfather of Rhode Island Senator Nelson Aldrich, whose daughter Abby married John D. Rockefeller II and was the mother of several prominent Rockefellers. One son, Nelson Rockefeller, carried “Aldrich” as his middle name. He was governor of New York when I was born, but these two facts are not connected.

Another son, Jacob, had a dozen children, and those from his son, Joseph, were early settlers (in the 1740s) of Mattituck, on the east end of Long Island, and the Tafts, including President Taft, are a part of that Aldrich family line.

One of Jacob’s other sons was named Peter, born in 1686, and he is my direct ancestor.

The speedy proliferation of Aldriches in America—when ten children have ten children, the family tree has a lot of branches on it from the start—can make genealogical research a challenge. The family histories have notes like, “Jacob (2) and Jacob (4) both had sons named Jacob who married wives named Sarah. Or they are the same Jacob.” I exaggerated that a little bit.

A friend who does genealogical work reported a find to me recently: He uncovered a family history in which a grandson was seven years older than the grandfather. Slip-ups happen.

Thus I do not yet know precisely which family line moved to far upstate New York and produced Mark Aldrich. The one born in 1801. The Mark Aldrich from upstate New York who was born in 1968, that one is me, the last I checked. But in 1801, a Mark Aldrich was born near Lake George, New York, son of Artemus Aldrich. He is not my namesake. I do not yet know how far his family tree is from mine or if they are the same family line. By the date of his death, September 1873, in Tuscon, Arizona …

Tuscon? (Needle scratches across the record.)

His death notice in the Arizona Citizen fills in some blanks: “Hon. Mark Aldrich died in Tucson, Sunday evening, of old age. … A very large number followed his remains to the grave. The Masonic Brotherhood took charge of his remains and buried him in accordance with the rights of the order.” Further:

Mark Aldrich. Not me.

Mark Aldrich. Not the me Mark Aldrich. The other one.

The deceased was seventy-one years of age. He was born in the state of New York, but subsequently settled at Warsaw, Hancock County, Illinois. We know but little of his early history, but are informed that he was three times a member of the Illinois Legislature, and served with Lincoln, Douglass, and other distinguished men who have since written their names high on the roll of fame.
He came to California in 1849, and we believe engaged in mercantile pursuits. Of his history while there we are not informed.
He came to Arizona in the latter part of 1855, and has since resided in Tucson. He was the first American merchant in this town, the first postmaster, and the first alcalde.

“Mercantile pursuits” in California in 1849? Whatever might those have been? Hmmmmm. That was the year the Gold Rush started. These might be connected. This Mark Aldrich is not even 50 and he’s part of the Gold Rush, and later he becomes the first alcalde of Tucson? “Alcalde” is spanish for “Mayor,” so he was the first American mayor of Tuscon, Arizona.

I’m feeling defensive about my comparative lack of achievement with my 46 years. “The Gad About Town” won Best Humor Column at the New York Press Association’s 1997 Better Newspaper Awards, okay? In 2000, I moved part-way cross-country and back. It was for gold, too. A technical writing job.

Back to the “other” Mark Aldrich, even though I seem to have become the “other” Mark Aldrich in the last few paragraphs. So … what was the “early history” that the newspaper writer “knew little of?” I thought I’d never ask me that.

Hancock County, Illinois, in the 1830s was where Joseph Smith had led his followers in the nascent Latter Day Saint Movement. Aldrich tried to sell Smith and his followers some land that he owned but Smith did not purchase it. After renting the land, however, Aldrich turned into one of the worst landlords—or the best, from the perspective of Mormon history and how they emigrated west—still, he was unfair: he started changing the terms of the lease at whim. Increasing the rent. Making demands. Smith and the early Mormons had enough, moved away, and founded what became Nauvoo, Illinois; Smith named himself mayor of the new community and then announced a run for President of the United States. He was ambitious. Aldrich declared bankruptcy.

Nauvoo is in Hancock County, the same county that Aldrich’s land had been on. Now an angry former landlord, he became a vocal opponent of the incipient LDS movement. Aldrich is also one of those figures that one still sees a lot of in small-town America: he seems to have always been in at least one elected or appointed official position wherever he resided, all the way from postmaster to state legislator beside Abraham Lincoln to alcalde of Tuscon years later. At this particular time, he was a major in the Illinois State Militia, and in June of 1844, Joseph Smith had been arrested and was being held in the Carthage City Jail. The militia supplied guards for the jail.

Smith was charged with ordering the destruction of the Nauvoo newspaper facilities because the paper, founded by former LDS associates who had turned against him, was printing stories and editorials accusing Smith of polygamy. (Some of those LDS authorities who founded the paper had lost their wives to the movement.) The newspaper was declared a public nuisance by Smith and his friends in authority and its press was destroyed, but so was its building. When a neighboring town issued a warrant for Smith’s arrest over this matter, Smith declared martial law in Nauvoo, which converted the issue from a Nauvoo-and-environs story into a full-scale State of Illinois emergency, and the governor ordered Smith arrested and put on trial. (By this time, Nauvoo had a population over 10,000, making it second in size to Chicago, and any leader of a population that large and that devoted to that leader presented a rival to any and every politician around. The governor leaped at the opportunity to jail Joseph Smith.)

Smith and his brother were being held in the Carthage City Jail when, on June 27, 1844, a mob of hundreds stormed the jail. The two prisoners were killed. Someone had to have let the mob in. Someone had to have at least silently pointed left or right towards the cell holding Joseph Smith and his brother when the mob politely asked their whereabouts. (“How could I refuse? They seemed a nice bunch. They said they were bringing dinner, and that Joseph Smith had ordered take-out. How was I to know what was going to happen?”)

Aldrich, a militia major with men under his command who was present for the events that night, was charged with murder along with four other men. A trial was conducted and an all-non-Mormon jury acquitted the five. Aldrich ran for sheriff of Hancock County the very next year.

(When I lived in Iowa, near Nauvoo, a friend invited me to visit Nauvoo. She did not know this history and I decided against risking matters. I regret this now. How often has someone named Mark Aldrich visited the town founded by Joseph Smith, who Mark Aldrich was accused of murdering?)

Within a decade after this story, Aldrich had moved to California and then he was an early settler of Tuscon and its first American mayor.

He was 71 when he died. And his body is, to this day, buried under the streets of Tuscon. The cemetery in which he was interred was closed by 1890 as that great city grew into city-hood and paved things. Most peoples’ remains were moved to other locations in subsequent decades but no record exists that states that any Aldrich relative from anywhere in the country ever claimed the body of the former mayor and accused-but-acquitted murderer of the founder of the Mormon Church.

The former cemetery is now part of All Faiths Memorial Park Cemetery. If I ever visit Tuscon, I must visit this park.

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This is a re-written version of a column from last year.

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  1. LRose · June 21, 2015

    Bonus Points! As you saw on the TBP post today, I’m freely handing out Bonus Points just because, and since it’s Father’s Day. You definitely earned them for regularly promoting TBP and writing about your 10th, 4th great grandfathers, and some other MA with a colored history to whom you might be related. https://theblogpropellant.files.wordpress.com/2015/06/tbp-bp-logo.png

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  2. nonsmokingladybug · June 21, 2015

    I am impressed and confused 🙂

    Liked by 2 people

  3. loisajay · June 21, 2015

    ‘Needle scratches across the record.’ I love the way you write. This was a gem, Mark. Oh, yes, please visit Nauvoo and be sure to tell them your name. I anxiously await that column.

    Liked by 1 person

  4. lifelessons · July 4, 2015

    Enjoyed this a second time, Mark. http://judydykstrabrown.com/2015/07/04/stepparents-day-2/

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  6. Erin Warwick · January 29, 2019

    Super interesting, I too am a great great great great grandchild of Mark Aldrich, and my dad is also named Mark Aldrich Warwick! I would be excited to see if you ever visit Tuscon! I have recently been interested in geneology and learning the back stories. Mark Alrdich has always been talked about in my family….I really want to know how closely he was to actually killing one of the brothers in the mob!

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