Lewis Carroll ~The author of books, stories,and poems appealing to children of all ages~
The author of the well-known story, Alice’s Adventures of Wonderland
The Life of Lewis Carroll Born in 1832 Excelled in the mathematics Made the family magazine at a young age Published Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland while teaching at Oxford school in 1865 Often gave books to little girls in the hospital to cheer them up
More About Carroll’s Life The name Lewis Carroll came from the original names Lutwidge and Charles Therefore, his real name isn’t Lewis Carroll, it is Charles Lutwidge Dodgson or Mr. Dodgson
Even More About Carroll’s Life Carroll spent the later years of his life living with his sisters in the town of Guilford, Southern England He would be considered a child pornographer in this day and age due to his interest in little girls, cameras and photography Lewis Carroll died in Guildford on January 14, 1898. He was buried in The Mount Cemetery, Guildford
Awards and Honors Lewis Carroll has a plaque outside his home in Guilford, England Plaque called “The Chestnuts” was made by local children who incorporated his characters The Guilford Museum has a gallery in his name
More Awards and Honors The Lewis Carroll Centenary Festival took place in Guildford, in May of 1998, to honor him Many events took place in 1998 to commemorate Lewis Carroll and the 100 th anniversary of his death
Influencing Works “Jabberwocky” “Through the Looking Glass” “The Walrus and the Carpenter” “You are old Father William” “The Hunting of the Snark” Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland
Sources for my information http://www.heureka.clara.net/art/carroll.htm http://www.lewiscarroll.org/carroll.html
Epilogue to Through the Looking Glass A boat, beneath a sunny sky, Lingering onward dreamily In an evening of July - Children three that nestle near, Eager eye and willing ear, Pleased a simple tale to hear
Epilogue to Through the Looking Glass Long has paled that sunny sky: Echoes fade and memories die: Autumn frosts have slain July. She still haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes. Children yet, the tale to hear, Eager eye and willing ear, Lovingly shall nestle near.
Epilogue to Through the Looking Glass In Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die: Ever drifting down the stream - Lingering in the golden gleam - Life, what is it but a dream?