07/23/2023
Rumors and gossip about Hiram Haines’s past and present abound. So allow me to to set the record straight once and for all. The resurrected Hiram Haines Coffee House opened in 2010 after years of planning, research, expense, and hard work. To that point, only a handful of people suspected that the building was the site of Poe’s honeymoon. And even fewer had ever heard of Hiram. (Thanks to some crumbling pieces of paper in an ante room in city hall, the site was confirmed as authentic.) Despite this, no one had done anything to bring this part of Petersburg history back to life. We did. Once resurrected, with an atmosphere reflecting its history and literary traditions, Hiram’s became a beloved haunt for a diverse group of patrons who appreciated, and loved the atmosphere, the food, (remember the Ravenburger?), the Amontillado, and the live music by the Celtic Band. In time, however, due to a variety of life, health and family issues we had no choice but to close. We sold the building to someone who wanted it keep in in tact, with all of its contents, exactly as it was. He respected the history and planned to continue it, perhaps in a variety of ways. Apparently, and unfortunately, some life issues intervened once again and it was sold to the current owners. Sadly, much of what did remain until then wound up in the contractor’s trash pin, picked over by scavengers. (We had moved from Petersburg, but would gladly have been the primary dumpster divers if we had known this.)
The history that had somehow survived for 200 years is now gone, despite our efforts to prevent it. But now, there’s some consolation in that Hiram’s lives on virtually on the Hiram Haines Coffee and Ale House page, and Hiram’s own page. Hundreds of photographs, many by John Rooney, document what it was, and we will continue to add to the collection. And of course, there’s that book—the one worth stealing—Edgar Allan Poe’s Petersburg. These fb pages, the book, and a great little film by Jesse Vaughn all present Hiram’s in the present, alive and well, as if it never closed. In the world of dreams, perhaps it never did. And, in the memories of those who shared this piece of history for a while it will remain, always treasured.