When Business Didn’t Boom

By Jim Hagarty

In my neck of the woods, when, in fact, there were only woods, the Canada Company enticed a Swiss couple from Pennsylvania to come to southwestern Ontario and open a tavern in the middle of what was literally, nowhere. The huge parcel of land then known as the Huron Tract, was late in being carved of the wilderness. There was nothing but thousands of acres of very tall trees. There was no wind; the wind couldn’t reach the forest floor. Not much snow made it down to the ground either. The Indians didn’t hang around much. They travelled through here on hunting excursions but never put down roots.

Nevertheless, developers saw the potential and today, the area is thriving.

But in the late 1820s, when Sebastian and Mary Fryfogel were commissioned to open their log tavern, there was not a lot of traffic. But they pressed on.

Fryfogel’s Tavern opened up in a clearing. All ready for business.

It would be two years before they had a customer.

Now that’s patience.

They replaced the log building with a brick one in the 1850s. The building still stands, though closed for the last 50 years. Heritage groups care for it.

So if your new business is taking its time getting going, remember the Fryfogels.

At least going over the books those first two years probably didn’t take long.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.