Showing posts with label Taverns. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Taverns. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 4, 2018

New York Hospitality Pre-War



Source - Tavern

In 1811 there were thirteen hundred and three groceries and one hundred and sixty taverns licensed to sell " strong drink" in the city of New York. Hospitality and good-fellowship were the order of the day. [Source]

Friday, June 10, 2016

House Of The Widow Fairlee



Early Era Tavern (NOT IN BERNE)


The house of the widow Fairlee, in the village of Berne, was built for a tavern in 1809. It was used
as a recruiting station during the war of 1812. [Source]

Note:  This blog features the history of Berne, New York



Monday, February 8, 2016

Heard In A Niagara Tavern



An excerpt from A Study Of Disaffection In Upper Canada 1812-15, by Colonel Cruikshank, online, from the Brock Univesity library collection, below (slow loading PDF file):




"...while he was in a tavern at Niagara in 1807, he [Christian Schultz] heard a man say in the presence of ten or twelve others who gave no sign of disapproval that 'if Congress [of the United States] will only send us a flag and a proclamation declaring that whoever is found in arms against the United States shall forfeit his lands, we will fight ourselves free without any expense to them."'



Friday, June 6, 2014

Pope's Tavern


"In the early 19th century, taverns were the center of community life and served as meeting places for business, entertainment, and political activities.  Pope's Tavern's convenient location [Florence, Alabama] on the vital Military Road (Hermitage Drive), the most direct route from Nashville to New Orleans, made it an ideal center of commerce."



"Local legend recounts that General Andrew Jackson stopped here on his way to battle the British at New Orleans in 1814."



Sunday, August 18, 2013

Mrs. Dodemead's British Piece

Soon after the surrender of 1812, British officers were sent round to disarm the citizens. One of them came to the door of Mrs Dodemead [in Detroit], who had in her care a little, old, dried-up, bedridden woman from Canada, whom she had kindly provided with a home. "Madam," said the officer, as Mrs. Dodemead opened the door, "I am ordered by Colonel Proctor to disarm the citizens, and take all guns to the fort. Have you any in your house?"

Mrs. Dodemead replied that she had "one British piece." "Follow me," she said, and leading the officer up stairs, she threw open a bedroom door, and pointing to the old lady said, "There, sir, is a British piece, all that I have. Seize her!" The officer turned on his heel, made a spring, hit the top, the middle, and the lower stair in his flight, and never called on Mrs. Dodemead again.  [Source]