Lady Jane's Castle

Mark Twain's mother, Jane Lampton Clemens (1803-1890), believed that her father's family had aristocratic roots and could claim kinship with the Earl of Durham. Supposedly, the Lamptons were a collateral branch of the earl's family, the Lambtons. Jane liked to say that Lambton Castle in County Durham was her ancestral home.

Her son dismissed such talk as fantasy and said there was no point in boasting about family ties to an old castle. "She might as well be proud of being descended from a mortgage," he joked. 

In truth, the castle was constructed in the 1820s, when Jane was a young woman living in Kentucky and Tennessee. But it was built to look old, and presumably Jane concluded that it must be her family's ancient home when she saw an illustration like the one above in some book or periodical published in her son's youth. Years later, Twain learned that the earldom wasn't even created until 1833. 


Shortly after his mother's death he used his novel The American Claimant to satirize the idea of Americans looking to profit from imagined aristocratic ties. The main character, a hopelessly impractical Washington lawyer, insists that he is the rightful Earl of Rossmore and gives his daughter, Sally, the title "Lady Gwendolen." 


Perhaps the most famous thing in the book is the author's bold assertion at the beginning: "No weather will be found in this book."

They Still Jump Frogs, Don't They?

Mark Twain's story about miners betting on the leaps of local amphibians has inspired the folks at the annual fair in Calaveras County (in the foothills of California's Sierra Nevada Mountains) to hold a "Jumping Frog Jubilee." It takes place in May.


How far can the frogs fly? The record jump is 21 feet.


Justin Bookey made a funny documentary about the contest. That's Justin with one of the county frogs in the picture above.

Modest in Annapolis

On a visit to Annapolis, Maryland, in May 1907, Mark Twain was the guest of the state's governor, Edwin Warfield, whose large, florid face with white goatee made him look like a Kentucky colonel long before Harland Sanders laid claim to that image.


Twain liked Gov. Warfield, especially after the politician called him "one of the greatest men in the world" during one of the author's public appearances in Annapolis.


"Who am I to contradict the Governor of Maryland?" Twain asked, doing his best to seem modest. "Worm that I am, by what right should I traverse the declared opinion of that man of wisdom and judgment?"

Neighbor Stowe

Facing Mark Twain's old mansion in Hartford is this graceful house that once was the home of Harriet Beecher Stowe. A small lawn separates the two places, both of which sit well back from busy Farmington Avenue.

It was here in July 1896 that Harriet Beecher Stowe died in her 85th year. In old age her mental abilities faded, and she was often seen wandering in the neighborhood. Sometimes, as Twain recalled in his autobiography, she appeared suddenly in other people's houses and surprised the residents with childlike games.


"The doors always stood open in pleasant weather," Twain wrote of his neighborhood. "Mrs. Stowe entered them at her own free will, and as she was always softly slippered and generally full of animal spirits, she was able to deal in surprises, and she liked to do it. She would slip up behind a person who was deep in dreams and musings and fetch a war-whoop that would jump that person out of his clothes. And she had other moods. Sometimes we would hear gentle music in the drawing-room and would find her there at the piano singing ancient and melancholy songs with infinitely touching effect."

Mark Twain's Previously Unpublished Remarks on the Death of Geronimo and Teddy Roosevelt's African Safari

On Feb. 18, 1909, the New York Times reported that Geronimo had died the day before at Ft. Sill, in Lawton, Oklahoma, where he was officially a prisoner of the United States. The cause of death was given as pneumonia. 

Eight days later Mark Twain wrote to his daughter Jean, who was a strong advocate for the civil rights of Native Americans: "That poor old Geronimo! I am glad his grand old patriot heart is at peace, no more to know wrong & insult at the hands of the Christian savage."

Elsewhere, in this same letter to Jean, Twain comments on President Theodore Roosevelt's plan to undertake an African safari soon after leaving office in March 1909. The author didn't think much of Teddy's policies or his personal values: "The wild creatures the President is going to Africa to hunt are very much his superiors in morals, conduct, disposition & respectability, I think."

Roosevelt's safari, which had the support of the Smithsonian Institution, captured or killed over 500 big-game animals like the one featured below in a photo from the Smithsonian's archives.

Not So Homely

"I want to see one stunning portrait of myself before I get homely."--Mark Twain

The Middle of Nowhere

When Arthur Rothstein took this photo in 1940, the once prosperous mining town of Virginia City, Nevada, was almost a ghost town. It's a bit more lively today and attracts lots of tourists, but the drive there from Carson City still feels like a trip to the middle of nowhere, with rugged hills and mountains stretching far into the distance on all sides.

Near the height of its glory, when Samuel L. Clemens was writing for the local Territorial Enterprise, the town was full of colorful--and often dangerous--characters, and life was never dull. But it was still in the middle of nowhere, and that's worth keeping in mind when recalling that this was the unlikely birthplace of the most famous literary career in American history. It was early in 1863 that the Virginia City Territorial Enterprise began publishing articles by Sam Clemens under his new pseudonym of Mark Twain.