Sidney Root (March 14, 1824–1897) an American businessman.
Root was born in Montague in western Massachusetts, but early in his life his family moved to Vermont, where his boyhood days were spent in the shadow of the Green Mountains. On his father's plantation he acquired the industrious habits which characterized him through life. Though prevented by reason of his father's limited resources from attending school more than three months in the year, he made the most of his meager opportunities and soon found architecture was the passion of his youthful mind. He possessed exceptional talents for skillful and accurate designing, but his practical father considering that such an accomplishment was comparatively worthless, refused to encourage it, and so apprenticed his fourteen-year-old son to an indifferent sort of a jeweler who taught him the business of watch-making.
In the early 1840s, he came to Lumpkin, Georgia to clerk for Vermont-native William A. Rawson who married Root's sister in 1843. He did well but wanted larger opportunities. In the early summer of 1857 he came to Atlanta to co-partner a dry-goods business with Mr. J.N. Beach. In the autumn of that year, on the railroad from St. Louis to Chicago, he met with accident which broke his hand and arm in five places.
I've been around and done some things
But I am proud of what I've been
Some call me many different names
You'll burn in hell when you touch my pain
And when the lights begin to blind
I raise my fist for my own kind
If you could see what I have seen
I'm just a waking - breaking - taking - living machine
I'll come to you - in the night
So hear my scream - I'll take my rights
We're godforsaken - we are stone hard
Wrecking the rules for our family
We're on a mission for the stone hard
We are free and we'll always be
I've been allowed to do my thing
And all the things should not have been
So many see me different ways
And passion kills the end of my days
And when the insides come alive
I see reflections of my life
If you could see what I have seen
I'm just an earthquake terror making rocking machine