Remembering Theodor Geisel | Who Was Dr. Seuss?

Remembering beloved Springfield, MA, children’s author Theodor Geisel (better known as Dr. Seuss) in this 1995 Yankee Magazine classic.

On an autumn morning in 1991 I was awakened by a sober-voiced radio announcer who said, “Children’s book author Dr. Seuss died last night in California.” I got up, got some coffee, got the papers. The page-one obituary in The New York Times was headlined Dr. Seuss, Modern Mother Goose, Dies at 87. USA Today had this in bold type: Dr. Seuss, 1904-1991. You had to read the fine print to learn about Ted Geisel — Theodor Geisel, late of Springfield, Massachusetts — and even then, you didn’t learn very much. In his own obituary Ted Geisel played a supporting role. Probably no other American has been so totally subsumed by an alter ego. To the wide world, Theodor Geisel was less than a stranger — he was completely anonymous. Dr. Seuss, on the other hand, was known to all. Dr. Seuss wrote and illustrated children’s books that sold more than 200 million copies in some 20 languages. He created characters as famous as any in arts and letters — the Cat in the Hat, Horton the Elephant, Yertle the Tertle, the Grinch, the Lorax. Dr. Seuss won a Pulitzer. More important, Dr. Seuss helped teach millions of children to read. Theodor Geisel, contrariwise, was an amiable, considerate, private, some-times insecure man. He lived his adult life quietly in La Jolla, California, on a mountaintop near the Pacific shore. But by disposition, he was always a taciturn, dry-wit New Englander. This was natural. Not only was he Massachusetts born and bred, but he also attended college in New Hampshire. New England was, in fact, the first and last place where Ted Geisel existed only as Ted Geisel. By the time he graduated from Dartmouth College in 1925 and exited to the larger world — postgraduate study at Oxford, thence to New York City, thence to California — he was already carrying with him his Seussonym, his extra personality. Who was he, I wondered, when he was Theodor Geisel — alone?

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In the first decade of this century, the city-town of Springfield in western Massachusetts personified America’s industrial dream. Set in the lush and lovely Connecticut River valley, it was a vital thing — an engine hitting on all cylinders, blowing off steam, churning out product, making money. In this town, on March 2, 1904, a boy, Theodor, was born into the prosperous clan of German beer barons known as the Geisels. He grew up at 74 Fairfield Street, off the larger, much grander Sumner Avenue. Six blocks away was the Springfield Zoo in Forest Park. All the first models for Dr. Seuss’s wondrous men-a-gerie lived there. “That zoo,” said the eventual creator of Zooks, Yooks, and Barbaloots, “was where I learned whatever I know about animals.” Ted’s father, T. R., once held a world record in riflery, and each morning he’d go for target practice in the 700-acre Forest Park. Ted tagged along. He’d help with the targets for awhile, then would steal off to sketch the animals. “I was always drawing — with pencils, pens, crayons, or anything. Nearly always, it was animals. Goofy-looking ones. My mother overindulged me and seemed to be saying, ‘Everything you do is great, just go ahead and do it.’ ” Henrietta Seuss, like T. R. Geisel, was of German descent, though her family had been in Springfield generations longer than T. R.’s. The two shared a love for the outdoors and an astonishing aptitude with firearms. At six feet and nearly 200 pounds, the large, strong, serenely pretty Henrietta was a crack shot, nearly matching her husband trophy for trophy. Ted was devoted to his mother, and she responded with unceasing praise and encouragement. When Ted decided that riflery wasn’t for him, that was fine with Henrietta. When Ted complained that he hated exercising at the school gym, Henrietta defended him to his father. When Ted drew animals on the attic walls with the crayons and pencils he kept by his bedside, that was fine, too. When Ted showed his mother a sketch of a beast from the zoo — a beast with ears hanging down to its feet and beyond — Henrietta said that was wonderful. When Ted announced that the animal was called “a Wynnmph,” she said, of course it is!

Theodor Geisel was a tall, thin boy — he looked like an angler right out of Huckleberry Finn, and it is suitable that fishing was a pastime he enjoyed. Schoolmates were entertained by his stories and cartoons, and when he was only 12, his drawing of a man reeling in an oversized fish won first prize in the Springfield Union’s advertising contest. Ted recalled years later: “That was my first big bang.” The boy had setbacks — Ted Geisel would long remember an art teacher at Central High who felt that his work was less than sublime. “That teacher wanted me to draw the world as it is. I wanted to draw things as I saw them.” The teacher even asserted that Ted simply had no talent for art. “I quit that class after one day.” And went on to draw things his way. As a teenager of German heritage, Ted absorbed a certain amount of abuse during the World War I years. Kids would yell, “Drunken Kaiser!” at the brewery scion as he walked to school, and Ted stoically determined to prove his patriotism. In 1917 it was announced that none other than Teddy Roosevelt was coming to Springfield to present medals to Boy Scouts who sold the most thrift stamps and Liberty Bonds. Grandfather Geisel bought up most of Ted’s stash — a thousand dollars’ worth — and Ted easily placed among the 12 boys designated to receive medals. When Roosevelt arrived in 1918, Ted sat on the stage while the famous Rough Rider made a rousing speech. The great man proceeded down the line of boys, hanging medals on the first 11. “Then, standing before me,” remembered Ted Geisel long afterward, “he looked in his hand and had no more medals left. The audience was filled with thousands of people, and I remember the great Teddy Roosevelt looking down at me and saying, ‘What are you doing here, little boy?’” Young Ted couldn’t speak. He rose and left the stage, feeling disgraced. “And every time I get in front of an audience since — I’m too old to get psychoanalyzed out of this — I say to myself, ‘What are you doing here, little boy?’”

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Ted left Springfield in 1921 and went on to thrive at Dartmouth. At the college’s humor magazine, the Jack O’Lantern, “Seuss” was born. “The night before Easter of my senior year there were ten of us gathered in my room at the Randall Club,” Geisel recalled much later. “We had a pint of gin for ten people. But Pa Randall called Chief Rood, the chief of police, and he himself in person raided us. We were all put on probation for defying Prohibition — and especially on Easter evening.” As a consequence of his punishment, Geisel could no longer function as editor of the magazine. The spring 1925 edition carried a suspiciously high number of unsigned cartoons. Moreover, there were sketches by several brand-new artists: “L. Burbank,” “Thos. Mott Osborne,” “D. G. Rossetti,” “T. Seuss,” and one by “Seuss.” In Geisel’s early career as a magazine humorist and advertising-copy artist, his byline underwent permutations — “Theo. Seuss 2nd,” “Dr. Theophrastus Seuss,” “Dr. Theodophilus Seuss, Ph.D, I.Q., H2S04” — but it never again returned to “Ted Geisel.” Geisel started to recede even as Seuss enlarged. When a children’s book entitled And to Think That I Saw It on Mulberry Street by “Dr. Seuss” appeared in 1937, only in Springfield did people say, “Remember Teddy Geisel? That’s his book.” For another half century the folks in Springfield would be saying, some 47 more times, “Teddy Geisel’s got another book out.”

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Ted was lured back in 1986 when, on the occasion of Springfield’s 350th anniversary, more than 600 area children wrote letters begging for a visit. He was presented with a sign — “Geisel Grove” — that had been hung in Forest Park where he had once picnicked with his family. He visited Mulberry Street. He visited 74 Fairfield Street and his boyhood bedroom, where he once fell asleep to the howling of wolves at the zoo. “Behind that wallpaper,” he said to his wife, Audrey, “you’ll find holes I gouged in the wall with a pencil.” In his sister’s old room across the hall, two young brothers — eight-year-old Joel and five-year-old Aaron Senez — were waiting. He told them about his mother and father and of growing up in this very house. He showed them which way the beds had faced, so they could face theirs the same way. “Just stopped by to make sure you’re taking proper care of the house,” he said before leaving. “We’re taking care of it!” they replied. Are you a fan of Theodor Geisel, aka Dr. Seuss?

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