For sixty years, around 3:00 AM on January 19th, a man in a black frock coat and fedora, with a scarf obscuring his face, would walk into the grounds of the Westminster Hall and Burial Ground, at the corner of Fayette and Greene Streets in West Baltimore. He proceeded briskly to a stone at the back of the cemetery, which marks the site where the body of Edgar Allan Poe rested from April to November 1875. There the man in black toasted Poe with cognac and ceremoniously placed three red roses and a half-bottle of the cognac on the empty grave. Then he would vanish into the darkness, not to be seen for another year.
This man became known, internationally and affectionately, as the Poe Toaster. He carried out his memorial ritual every January 19th, no matter what the weather, from 1949 to 2009.
The great American horror writer, Edgar Allan Poe, was born in Boston on January 19th, 1809, and died in Baltimore on October 7, 1849, at the age of forty. He was buried in a family plot, but the stone that marked this original grave was accidentally destroyed almost immediately after it was placed. The grave remained unmarked until 1875, when local schoolchildren took up a collection to buy a grave marker for it. That marker, which now marks Poe’s permanent grave at the front of the cemetery, was too large to fit in a tight space; it overlapped the grave of Poe’s grandfather. Poe was moved temporarily to an empty space in the Poe plot, where he remained until November 17, 1875, when he was reinterred for the third (and hopefully final) time, and his new grave marked with the overlarge stone. The former site was left unmarked until the 1930s, when it was decided to mark the original again; unfortunately, a misreading of the church records led to the marker, a fine one with a carved raven at the top, being placed on Poe’s second grave instead of the original one.
The Poe Toaster went to the second marker, so he may have mistaken the second for the original grave. It is not known what the three red roses symbolize, although they may be placed in memory of Poe, his child bride Virginia Clemm (whom he married when she was thirteen), and his beloved mother-in-law, Maria Clemm. As for the cognac, the Toaster (who left notes at the site on several occasions; see below) once wrote (it is) with great respect for the family tradition that the cognac is placed. Whether this was in keeping, somehow, with Poe tradition or the Toaster’s family tradition is up for grabs.
Once, many years ago, the Toaster left a note that read, simply and elegiacally, Edgar, I haven’t forgotten you. In 1993, one was left that read The torch will be passed. In 1999, a note was found after his visit that indicated the original Poe Toaster had died in 1998, and the tradition would be carried on by his son.
A Baltimore Sun article published on August 15, 2007, proclaimed 92-year-old Sam Porpora of Baltimore, a onetime caretaker at the cemetery, had begun the tradition. Unfortunately, much of the material Porpora gave the interviewer was lifted almost verbatim from a 1976 article in the Sun about the Toaster. His claim was dismissed by Jeff Jerome, for thirty-odd years the curator of Baltimore’s Poe House and Museum (allegedly haunted by Poe and possibly his grandmother, Elizabeth Poe), who noted that Porpora’s account had “holes so big you could drive a Mack truck through them.”
So we still don’t know the identity of the Poe Toaster, except to say that the original carried out his ritual for nearly fifty years before passing it on, putatively, to his son, for another eleven years. Only once, in all this time, was he photographed; in 1990, in a one-time-only event, Jeff Jerome (who attended to watch the Toaster faithfully beginning in the 1970s) allowed a photographer to take one picture. It depicted a heavyset man in black.
The Poe Toaster last made an appearance on the two hundredth anniversary of Poe’s birth in 2009.
Dang, I wish somebody had kept the tradition up!
Thanks to certain details in the story, I wonder if the Toaster was not originally inspired to undertake his obligation by the legendary Lady in Black who for many years has placed flowers by the crypt of the silent film actor Rudolph Valentino. But that’s a whole other story–
An interesting tradition, indeed, and a pity it has lapsed. But I suppose the mystery would be undone if they placed a want-ad in the local paper…
ROFL–wonder how a body would word a want ad like that?
Baltimore area. Wanted–short heavyset man who looks good in black to take up yearly dead time gig. Must provide his own fedora, frock coat. Growers of red roses preferred. Must hold his liquor well. Ability to write cryptic messages a plus. Apply at E. A. Poe grave, Westminster Hall & Burial Ground before next January 19th.
HuffPo reporting that, after three years of waiting & watching, the Poe faithful have declared that the Poe Toaster is defunct–(sigh)
I love that ‘want ad’ – I bet someone might actually take up the position if it were advertised like that!
This was an excellent read and made even better by the fact I’ve had the chance to visit the very graves that you wrote of! Amanda and I had the great privilege of attending Poe’s “funeral” in Baltimore which was held during the year of the 200th anniversary of his birth. Ironically it was also the same year that the “Poe Toaster” toasted his last. I promise you, we had nothing to do with it that being his final year though!
Speaking of E.A., my youngest daughter and I were reading some of his original letters to Rufus Griswold at the Boston Public Library which has the most fantastic room of rare books and letters. Knowing the feud between Rufus and Edgar, it was quite interesting to read the letters which was fairly easy to do as Edgar had beautiful penmanship – especially compared to the letters in the case next to his that were written by Nathaniel Hawthorne!
Good morning, Duchess! Maybe I should pass the ad on to Jeff Jerome or at least to the Sun
I am sooo envious–the Poe grave is on my bucket list & has been for a long time. Would have loved being there for the bicentennial–esp. if we’d known that the Toaster was hanging it up after that night–
Speaking of Poe & Nathaniel Hawthorne, back in college I wrote a paper for a junior-level English class about Poe accusing Hawthorne of “something which resembles plagiarism”–a charge Poe leveled against Hawthorne in a review Poe wrote of Twice-Told Tales–the second or third edition of Hawthorne’s book of short stories by that title. Poe evidently thought that Hawthorne had ripped off the plot of a story called “Howe’s Masquerade” from Poe’s “William Wilson”–Alas for poor E.A., Hawthorne had published the story something like three years before “William Wilson”–and both of them appear to have been influenced by the German Gothic writer E.T.A. Hoffmann–
As for Griswold, let us as Poe faithful say loudly: BOO HISS!!!! A Victorian version of the insufferable Albert Goldman–
Oh by all means, I think you should definitely send it to at least Jeff Jerome whom I sure would get quite the kick out of it and the Sun might not be a bad idea either … even if you sent it as a Letter to the Editor. Just in case you missed the posts on my two jaunts down to Baltimore that were Poe-related, I’ve attached them here for your easy use and edification! It’s definitely not as good as getting to these places yourself (or attending that wonderful funeral in person) but at least it gives you a general idea of what you’re missing!
The funeral can be found here …“Into the region of shadows …”* while Poe’s graves and such can be found here …
A Pilgrimage to Poe and as a bonus treat, how about a walk-through Poe’s former home here … The Edgar Allan Poe House in Baltimore.
It’s funny that you mention E.A.’s accusations against Hawthorne as one of the letters that we were reading yesterday at the Boston Public Library also contained accusations against another author though darned if I can remember which one now! I know it wasn’t Hawthorne as that I would have remembered but the letter was to Griswold when they were on better terms. I couldn’t get a picture of that one due to its positioning in the display case but I’ll send you a photo on FB of the other two letters to Griswold from Poe. They had them on display in the wrong order though so read the one on the right before the one on the left.
Many thanks for the links, Duchess–I think I read a couple of them when you first posted them but will love rereading them!
I’m actually not surprised at the idea of Poe making multiple accusations of plagiarism–I got the decided impression when I was researching the paper nearly thirty years ago–groan!) that he was almost neurotically worried about being ripped off, despite fairly clear evidence that he borrowed ideas from more than one author, ranging from Hoffmann to a contemporary writer called William Gilmore Simms– Will be looking forward to the pics! Thanks!
Nothing to add to all of these interesting comments, but just thought I would say hello and thank you.
Hello and thank you.
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Well at least there’s something smart …
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Just got a reminder of a Banjo Patterson poem and ghost story you might enjoy “The Geebung Polo Club” http://www.middlemiss.org/lit/authors/patersonab/poetry/geebung.html
May thanks for the link, Jamie! I love this poem, which rather reminds me that they don’t do ANYTHING by half-measures in Australia–they go all in for life and sometimes to the death. Not to mention that their history of exploration, mining & etc. have conjured up some marvelous ghost stories–