Stack's House LbNA #901 (ARCHIVED)
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Add Location| Owner: | Adoptable |
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| Plant date: | Mar 10, 2003 |
| Location: | |
| City: | Mid-Atlantic Region |
| County: | Mystery |
| State: | Mystery |
| Boxes: | 1 |
| Found by: | ??? |
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| Last found: | Oct 29, 2009 |
| Status: | FFFFFF |
| Last edited: | Sep 29, 2015 |
Box Status: Alive and well as of 12/16/04.
Stack's House Letterbox
Clues:
Garry sat on his barstool, downing his pint of Guinness and watching
Ireland kick the pants off of England in the football match he was
watching on the tele. With victory a near certainty, his mind started
wandering. He was thinking back on how it must've been for his fellow
Irishmen to immigrate to the States and how they fit in to the fabric
of life once they were here. The warmth of the bar and the Guinness
were working their magic……
…Seamus sat on his barstool, downing a pint of Guinness. If it hadn't
have been for the kindness of his cousin the barkeep,Thomas Stack,
he'd have no pint at all. With the famine and no work to be had
anywhere, there was nary a shilling in his pocket. He downed his
glass, tipped his cap to Tom, and turned to leave. Something on the
table caught his eye. "What's this?" he thought. It was a tattered
piece of paper that read "JOBS in America". He grabbed the paper and
ran home.
He read the paper to his 4 brothers. It promised free passage to
America, free room and board, a steady wage, whiskey money, and a job!
It was too good to be true. Three of them decided to make the
journey and booked travel on the next boat to the new world.
Once in America, Seamus and his brothers worked their hands to the
bone. The job they had been hired to do was difficult and dangerous.
It was the type of work no local would do, nor would they allow their
valuable slaves to do it either. Working in the swamps quickly led to
many of their countrymen's deaths, including one of Seamus' brothers.
Yellow fever, malaria, and cholera wiped out over 10,000 of his
fellow Irishmen.
Life wasn't all work and no play and Seamus found some time to walk
around the new city he called home. Many more of his countrymen had
come to settle in his little section of the city between Camp Street
and the river. By now, the Irish well outnumbered any other immigrant
population in the area. He had come to befriend many of the local
screwmen working on the docks and they all indulged in a pint or two
at the corner bar when the Sherwin Williams/Glidden Paint factory
whistle signaled the end of the working day. After spending their
money on Guinness and whiskey, Seamus, his brother, and his mates
would head back to the shotgun double house that they shared.
As time would have it, Seamus settled down, married, and had
children. Lo and behold, one of his many children befriended a young
Irish orphan destined to be the originator of jazz music (some say).
Some of Seamus' descendants remained in their close knit community,
while others sewed their seeds far from home. His relations back home
in Ireland have also come here to America to settle and prosper.
Today, sitting on one of his barstools…
……Garry awakes to hear Marcus say in his thick Irish brogue, "You'll
have another pint now, won't you? And this one is on Thomas." Amy
hands him a plate of delicious Banana Cheesecake Beignets, a favorite
of local patrons, and says, "You should probably eat something also."
Claude, resting from his day shift behind the bar, removes something from the Lost & Found drawer under the register and says, "Someone left you a little something, Garry"
Stack's House Letterbox
Clues:
Garry sat on his barstool, downing his pint of Guinness and watching
Ireland kick the pants off of England in the football match he was
watching on the tele. With victory a near certainty, his mind started
wandering. He was thinking back on how it must've been for his fellow
Irishmen to immigrate to the States and how they fit in to the fabric
of life once they were here. The warmth of the bar and the Guinness
were working their magic……
…Seamus sat on his barstool, downing a pint of Guinness. If it hadn't
have been for the kindness of his cousin the barkeep,Thomas Stack,
he'd have no pint at all. With the famine and no work to be had
anywhere, there was nary a shilling in his pocket. He downed his
glass, tipped his cap to Tom, and turned to leave. Something on the
table caught his eye. "What's this?" he thought. It was a tattered
piece of paper that read "JOBS in America". He grabbed the paper and
ran home.
He read the paper to his 4 brothers. It promised free passage to
America, free room and board, a steady wage, whiskey money, and a job!
It was too good to be true. Three of them decided to make the
journey and booked travel on the next boat to the new world.
Once in America, Seamus and his brothers worked their hands to the
bone. The job they had been hired to do was difficult and dangerous.
It was the type of work no local would do, nor would they allow their
valuable slaves to do it either. Working in the swamps quickly led to
many of their countrymen's deaths, including one of Seamus' brothers.
Yellow fever, malaria, and cholera wiped out over 10,000 of his
fellow Irishmen.
Life wasn't all work and no play and Seamus found some time to walk
around the new city he called home. Many more of his countrymen had
come to settle in his little section of the city between Camp Street
and the river. By now, the Irish well outnumbered any other immigrant
population in the area. He had come to befriend many of the local
screwmen working on the docks and they all indulged in a pint or two
at the corner bar when the Sherwin Williams/Glidden Paint factory
whistle signaled the end of the working day. After spending their
money on Guinness and whiskey, Seamus, his brother, and his mates
would head back to the shotgun double house that they shared.
As time would have it, Seamus settled down, married, and had
children. Lo and behold, one of his many children befriended a young
Irish orphan destined to be the originator of jazz music (some say).
Some of Seamus' descendants remained in their close knit community,
while others sewed their seeds far from home. His relations back home
in Ireland have also come here to America to settle and prosper.
Today, sitting on one of his barstools…
……Garry awakes to hear Marcus say in his thick Irish brogue, "You'll
have another pint now, won't you? And this one is on Thomas." Amy
hands him a plate of delicious Banana Cheesecake Beignets, a favorite
of local patrons, and says, "You should probably eat something also."
Claude, resting from his day shift behind the bar, removes something from the Lost & Found drawer under the register and says, "Someone left you a little something, Garry"