May Newsletter -
 2012

   

The Alpaca Bean Coffee Company Registered Trademark

        Well, you know recently my Jude had a birthday and I wanted to get her something that would be special...I thought on that a while and decided that she always enjoyed doing genealogy work.  Sooo, I got her the newest edition of Family Tree Maker software.  When we opened up the box, we discovered that it had a "gift"...sooo, I asked her to gift it to me!  That is how this piece got into the newsletter...what you say, that does not make sense??  Well you see I started looking up my ancestry online using this software and BOY has it improved!!!  I kept seeing documentation for applications for Sons of the American Revolution...that got my attention, don't you know!  So, my next thought was whether or not coffee had anything to do with this uprising that brought our freedom...and here is an interesting tidbit found in "All About Coffee," by William H. Ukers that I thought you might enjoy.

 

 INTRODUCTION OF COFFEE INTO NORTH AMERICA

  

New England's Most Famous Coffee House

 

     The Green Dragon, the last of the inns that were popular at the close of the seventeenth century, was the most celebrated of Boston's coffee-house taverns. It stood on Union Street, in the heart of the town's business center, for 135 years, from 1697 to 1832, and figured in practically all the important local and national events during its long career. Red-coated British soldiers, colonial governors, bewigged crown officers, earls and dukes, citizens of high estate, plotting revolutionists of lesser degree, conspirators in the Boston Tea Party, patriots and generals of the Revolution-all these were wont to gather at the Green Dragon to discuss their various interests over their cups of coffee, and stronger drinks. In the words of Daniel Webster, this famous coffee-house tavern was the "headquarters of the Revolution." It was here that Warren, John Adams, James Otis, and Paul Revere met as a "ways and means committee" to secure freedom for the American colonies. Here, too, came members of the Grand Lodge of Masons to hold their meetings under the guidance of Warren, who was the first grand master of the first Masonic lodge in Boston. The site of the old tavern, now occupied by a business block, is still the property of the St. Andrew's Lodge of Free Masons. The old tavern was a two-storied brick structure with a sharply pitched roof. Over its entrance hung a sign bearing the figure of a green dragon.

 

 

 

 The Green Dragon, the Center of Social and Political Life in Boston for 135 Years

 

The Green Dragon, the Center of Social and Political Life in Boston for 135 Years

This tavern figured in practically all the important national affairs from 1697 to 1832, and, according to Daniel Webster, was the "headquarters of the Revolution"

 

 

 

     Patrons of the Green Dragon and the British coffee house were decidedly opposed in their views on the questions of the day. While the Green Dragon was the gathering place of the patriotic colonials, the British was the rendezvous of the loyalists, and frequent were the encounters between the patrons of these two celebrated taverns. It was in the British coffee house that James Otis was so badly pummeled, after being lured there by political enemies, that he never regained his former brilliancy as an orator.

 

     It was there, in 1750, that some British red coats staged the first theatrical entertainment given in Boston, playing Otway's Orphan. There, the first organization of citizens to take the name of a club formed the Merchants' Club in 1751. The membership included officers of the king, colonial governors and lesser officials, military and naval leaders, and members of the bar, with a sprinkling of high-ranking citizens who were staunch friends of the crown. However, the British became so generally disliked that as soon as the king's troops evacuated Boston in the Revolution, the name of the coffee house was changed to the American.

 

     The Bunch of Grapes, that Francis Holmes presided over as early as 1712, was another hot-bed of politicians. Like the Green Dragon over the way, its patrons included unconditional freedom seekers, many coming from the British coffee house when things became too hot for them in that Tory atmosphere. The Bunch of Grapes became the center of a stirring celebration in 1776, when a delegate from Philadelphia read the Declaration of Independence from the balcony of the inn to the crowd assembled in the street below. So enthusiastic did the Bostonians become that, in the excitement that followed, the inn was nearly destroyed when one enthusiast built a bonfire too close to its walls. Another anecdote told of the Bunch of Grapes concerns Sir William Phipps, governor of Massachusetts from 1692-94, who was noted for his irascibility. He had his favorite chair and window in the inn, and in the accounts of the period it is written that on any fine afternoon his glowering countenance could be seen at the window by the passers-by on State Street.

 

 

On a Personal Note

 

Who do you think you are?

 

Talking 'bout genealogy...there is a TV program on now days that looks at the family lines of famous folks.  Now most of us do not have the resources (neither time nor money) they have to travel the world in search of our "roots" and such...but that does not take away our longing to find out just where we came from...whether or not we have strong family genes, or maybe even a juicy closet dweller or two! :o)  

 

Through my very poor beginning research, I can tell that my roots are mostly firmly planted in the British Isles...with Ireland, Scotland, and Britain being front and center.  That is really not surprising since most of the folks of my irk, being native to the southeastern states of the good ol' U.S.A., were of Scot-Irish stock.  Even a very close African-American friend of mine swears that he has a goodly flow of Irish blood...and his beautiful "Irish Tenor" voice sure makes a believer of me on this point.  Matter of fact, he also swears that he once made a journey to Ireland and visited one of the pubs close to that portion of his roots...where he held court and sang more than a few Irish ditties with the locals! :o)  That evening they "officially" adopted him as a true son of Ireland!!! 

 

With all this said...I must admit that the constant references, in the family records, to my male relatives that have close and valid connections to the beginnings of our country...well, it is awe inspiring to say the least.  Reading of these patriots, their lives and all...it is almost like you begin to know them personally.  Maybe not to the degree as the more recent folks on the limbs of the family tree, but still a closeness that is heart warming. 

 

I can still recall back a few decades now, when Jude was really doing a lot of research into our families and I was trying to help where I could...well, we were reading about our greats and their parents and greats...sometimes in clippings, sometimes in the census records...well, they kinda' came alive to me.  Then one day we decided to make a round of the cemetaries that Judy had uncovered as the final resting places for her and my (our) families...I can still remember going to Covington, GA and finding the old city cemetary...there we located the Dick family plot...and there were the folks that I had grown to know...you know what I am saying?  I had grown to know them almost as to see them in the living breathing form...and here they were...or at least their graves were there beneath my feet.  Wish I could have been given a moment to say a word or two to them...matter of fact, I wished that I had known enough early in my life to sit down with the important folks that made my life possible...while I could still pick their brains and have them tell me the stories of my history...but hey, that is the way of this world...we truly do not know what we have until we lose it...and unfortunately, that is a fact.

 

But you know, we move on...we sit in front of our new fangled computers and peck away at discovering what we have lost...and most of the time we find it again.  We can print off the results, sit down together...Jude and I...and dream our dreams of what life must have been like way back when.  Yep, we can brew up a pot of good ol' Alpaca Bean coffee, tap our mugs and smile at our discoveries...now that is kinda' nice.  Maybe, just maybe, one day Jude and I will make our journey to Ireland, or Scotland, or England, or Germany, or France to see where we, or all our parts came from...maybe we will then travel to Virginia and find out if we are distant cousins...always did feel we had a kinship...even before we were kin! :o)

 

Well, if we do, I will let you know real quick don't you know!

 

Until then....... 

Peace,

The Coffeeman

 

 

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Coffee Lovers and Friends,  
 

Judy and I are really enjoying having the opportunity to provide the best possible coffee for your enjoyment.  We also hope you will be able to visit us soon to experience the pleasure of drinking an outstanding mug of our Alpaca Bean Coffee while watching the little ones pronking all over the place!

George Dick
The Alpaca Bean Coffee Company, LLC 


 

 

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