Edagar allan Poe national historic site--SAW ERK FAB

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There are many great people in this world, that all come from different backgrounds. Some of these people are recognized, others are forgotten.
The people of Pennsylvania recognized Edgar Poe as an extraordinary being. They have chosen to make a monument dedicated to him and call it Edgar Allan Poe National Historic Site.
While visiting the site you learn so much about Edgar that you feel that through this journey you stepped into his shoes and lived his life.
It began in 1809 January 19, Born in to a world of confusion and hopelessness Edgar Allan Poe felt unloved and misunderstood. He lived In Boston, Massachusetts with his mother. He never had a father figure to look up to, being that his father deserted his family. The years later a tragic event took place, his mother died of tuberculoses.
His brother Henry was sent to live with their grandparents. His Sister Rosalie sent to an unknown family.
Edgar sent to live with John and Frances Allan in Richmond Virgina. John was a successful merchant so Edgar was treated well and went to good schools. He loved and respected them so much that he took their last name as his middle and became known as Edgar Allan Poe. As he grew the world also expanded and he saw it for what it truly was. Torture, pain, a miserable thing that enjoyed causing him hurt. Poe's life was no piece of cake like some live today. He experienced about the same amount of trips to the grave yard and hospitals and funeral homes as many do to the mall.
After a while as his devastating life continued, Poe learned of the arts. He realized his passion for writing, his escape from the real world from disappointment. And settled on creating characters with a fate that he could control. The outcome of this hobby resulted in stories like The Raven, A tell tale heart, and the Golden Bug.
Even though Poe became big, he still struggled like any average man, with finance, emotions, and stress.
On October 3, Poe was found at Gunner's Hall, a public house at 44 East Lombard Street. And was then taken to the hospital. He lapsed in and out of consciousness but was never able to explain exactly what happened to him.
Sunday, October 7, 1849 was the end of Edgar Allan Poe, this day a beloved friend, a wonderful author, a man of substance, and a fellow Army man was lost of this world forever.