Our History In 1873, the great fire of Fishkill destroyed Fishkill’s Business District. The fire started in the living quarters above the Hughson store (formally the original Fishkill Tire Store, now a parking lot). The fire destroyed The Union Hotel (now the bank drive thru) to the west and The Walcott (Laconda Restaurant), Benjamin (The Whitehouse) and The Hayt building (Eleven 11), as well as three buildings across North Street. As a result, three new brick buildings were built in 1874. The building to left of the Benjamin building was Walcott’s Hardware Store and to the right of that, Hughson’s Tin Shop building. The Benjamin building (now The Whitehouse) had three openings in the front consisting of an entry door with a window on each side. The second story had three windows. The facade remained unchanged until the early 1900’s when a “jog” was added to the east end of the building with a doorway on the street level and a window on the second story. The Benjamin building was a general merchandise store from 1874 to the late 1920’s. The “jog” was originally a paint store but from 1925-1939, a Mr Feldman occupied it as a shoemaker in the front and living quarters in the rear. During the late 1920’s through the 1930’s, the main part of the building was a feed store leased by Joseph Blaine. In 1951, it was converted to The Whitehouse Bar and Restaurant by Marie Paar. Marie Paar purchased the back bar in The Bowery of New York City and had it shipped up to Fishkill to be assembled. After 2 years, in 1953, it was purchased by Michael and Amerlia Yanarella, of Beacon,N.Y. In 1964, it was purchased by the McLaughlin family, who ran the business for 24 years, and were the cornerstone in shaping the Whitehouse to what it is today. In 1988, current owner, Michael Hayden purchased the business. In 1999, he purchased the property, removed two bathrooms and the kitchen and added a two new restrooms.
A Short Story
 A great short story was written about The Whitehouse; It’s just an old brick building with rickety wooden floors. The new hunter green awnings help to spruce up the outside, but it’s what goes on inside that really matters. In the cold months, it’s the answer to cabin fever. Ironically so, because the interior resembles a cabin with the woodwork and the dimmed lighting. The patrons come to complain about how cold it’s been or how much snow needed to be shoveled from their walk. Or how long it took them to drive from here to there. Even so, they did manage to make it here. In the summer, they come in to cool off. Some come from working hard all day in the hot sun. Construction is the most common profession of the patrons here, and this year they are fortunate to have their job. Some are coming from office jobs, trading their office chair for a tall wooden stool. Some come from playing golf or basketball or baseball. They envision that first frosty mug as they are driving from their game. Maybe it’s been a hard day, and this is their relief. Maybe it’s been a great day and they’re there to celebrate a victory or a job well done. Perhaps they’ve come to see a bartender who seems to understand their troubles. Or to talk to a beautiful girl who is a captive audience behind the wooden planks that create the resting place for their elbows. They come to be somewhere else, somewhere where there are no bills, no telemarketers, no mother-in-law advice. They come from a world of “have to’s” to a place of “want to’s”. They come to escape reality just for a little while. Some come to watch sports, to yell at the umpires for bad calls and to ask the guy next to them, “Did you see that ?” They bond together as fans of one team and to bust the chops of the opposing team. Some even take their chances on a friendly wager. Perhaps they can put their name on a box and go home with more money than they came with. (That is if they don’t spend it before the end of the night). It’s a place to congratulate the new dad, the happy couple, the fortunate winner. Or to to be alone with others who want to be alone. Maybe they’re there to meet that special someone or to have a date with their spouse of 15 or 30 years. They come to play the jukebox and sing or dance to a song that fits their mood that particular day or reminds them of a better day. This place has soul. There are some who come to sit quietly and have a glass of wine with their Sodoku. Some come to do a crossword puzzle with the person to their left and if they get stuck, there are plenty of others to help ponder the riddle. They throw out guesses to Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune. It’s also the place to talk about two towers falling and those poor people on their roofs in Louisiana. The place to complain about the president or the economy or how the rich get richer and how the middle class is getting the raw deal..again. And when one of it’s own has some hard luck befall them, it’s the place that a coffee can with a homemade sign taped to the outside sits. Because after all, these people are like family. And no matter how long they stay or why they came in, the each have one thing in common, they only stopped in for one. By; Jeannie Jenson

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Our History In 1873, the great fire of Fishkill destroyed Fishkill’s Business District. The fire started in the living quarters above the Hughson store (formally the original Fishkill Tire Store, now a parking lot). The fire destroyed The Union Hotel (now the bank drive thru) to the west and The Walcott (Laconda Restaurant), Benjamin (The Whitehouse) and The Hayt building (Eleven 11), as well as three buildings across North Street. As a result, three new brick buildings were built in 1874. The building to left of the Benjamin building was Walcott’s Hardware Store and to the right of that, Hughson’s Tin Shop building. The Benjamin building (now The Whitehouse) had three openings in the front consisting of an entry door with a window on each side. The second story had three windows. The facade remained unchanged until the early 1900’s when a “jog” was added to the east end of the building with a doorway on the street level and a window on the second story. The Benjamin building was a general merchandise store from 1874 to the late 1920’s. The “jog” was originally a paint store but from 1925-1939, a Mr Feldman occupied it as a shoemaker in the front and living quarters in the rear. During the late 1920’s through the 1930’s, the main part of the building was a feed store leased by Joseph Blaine. In 1951, it was converted to The Whitehouse Bar and Restaurant by Marie Paar. Marie Paar purchased the back bar in The Bowery of New York City and had it shipped up to Fishkill to be assembled. After 2 years, in 1953, it was purchased by Michael and Amerlia Yanarella, of Beacon,N.Y. In 1964, it was purchased by the McLaughlin family, who ran the business for 24 years, and were the cornerstone in shaping the Whitehouse to what it is today. In 1988, current owner, Michael Hayden purchased the business. In 1999, he purchased the property, removed two bathrooms and the kitchen and added a two new restrooms.
A Short Story
 A great short story was written about The Whitehouse; It’s just an old brick building with rickety wooden floors. The new hunter green awnings help to spruce up the outside, but it’s what goes on inside that really matters. In the cold months, it’s the answer to cabin fever. Ironically so, because the interior resembles a cabin with the woodwork and the dimmed lighting. The patrons come to complain about how cold it’s been or how much snow needed to be shoveled from their walk. Or how long it took them to drive from here to there. Even so, they did manage to make it here. In the summer, they come in to cool off. Some come from working hard all day in the hot sun. Construction is the most common profession of the patrons here, and this year they are fortunate to have their job. Some are coming from office jobs, trading their office chair for a tall wooden stool. Some come from playing golf or basketball or baseball. They envision that first frosty mug as they are driving from their game. Maybe it’s been a hard day, and this is their relief. Maybe it’s been a great day and they’re there to celebrate a victory or a job well done. Perhaps they’ve come to see a bartender who seems to understand their troubles. Or to talk to a beautiful girl who is a captive audience behind the wooden planks that create the resting place for their elbows. They come to be somewhere else, somewhere where there are no bills, no telemarketers, no mother-in-law advice. They come from a world of “have to’s” to a place of “want to’s”. They come to escape reality just for a little while. Some come to watch sports, to yell at the umpires for bad calls and to ask the guy next to them, “Did you see that ?” They bond together as fans of one team and to bust the chops of the opposing team. Some even take their chances on a friendly wager. Perhaps they can put their name on a box and go home with more money than they came with. (That is if they don’t spend it before the end of the night). It’s a place to congratulate the new dad, the happy couple, the fortunate winner. Or to to be alone with others who want to be alone. Maybe they’re there to meet that special someone or to have a date with their spouse of 15 or 30 years. They come to play the jukebox and sing or dance to a song that fits their mood that particular day or reminds them of a better day. This place has soul. There are some who come to sit quietly and have a glass of wine with their Sodoku. Some come to do a crossword puzzle with the person to their left and if they get stuck, there are plenty of others to help ponder the riddle. They throw out guesses to Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune. It’s also the place to talk about two towers falling and those poor people on their roofs in Louisiana. The place to complain about the president or the economy or how the rich get richer and how the middle class is getting the raw deal..again. And when one of it’s own has some hard luck befall them, it’s the place that a coffee can with a homemade sign taped to the outside sits. Because after all, these people are like family. And no matter how long they stay or why they came in, the each have one thing in common, they only stopped in for one. By; Jeannie Jenson
Our History In 1873, the great fire of Fishkill destroyed Fishkill’s Business District. The fire started in the living quarters above the Hughson store (formally the original Fishkill Tire Store, now a parking lot). The fire destroyed The Union Hotel (now the bank drive thru) to the west and The Walcott (Laconda Restaurant), Benjamin (The Whitehouse) and The Hayt building (Eleven 11), as well as three buildings across North Street. As a result, three new brick buildings were built in 1874. The building to left of the Benjamin building was Walcott’s Hardware Store and to the right of that, Hughson’s Tin Shop building. The Benjamin building (now The Whitehouse) had three openings in the front consisting of an entry door with a window on each side. The second story had three windows. The facade remained unchanged until the early 1900’s when a “jog” was added to the east end of the building with a doorway on the street level and a window on the second story. The Benjamin building was a general merchandise store from 1874 to the late 1920’s. The “jog” was originally a paint store but from 1925-1939, a Mr Feldman occupied it as a shoemaker in the front and living quarters in the rear. During the late 1920’s through the 1930’s, the main part of the building was a feed store leased by Joseph Blaine. In 1951, it was converted to The Whitehouse Bar and Restaurant by Marie Paar. Marie Paar purchased the back bar in The Bowery of New York City and had it shipped up to Fishkill to be assembled. After 2 years, in 1953, it was purchased by Michael and Amerlia Yanarella, of Beacon,N.Y. In 1964, it was purchased by the McLaughlin family, who ran the business for 24 years, and were the cornerstone in shaping the Whitehouse to what it is today. In 1988, current owner, Michael Hayden purchased the business. In 1999, he purchased the property, removed two bathrooms and the kitchen and added a two new restrooms.
A Short Story
 A great short story was written about The Whitehouse; It’s just an old brick building with rickety wooden floors. The new hunter green awnings help to spruce up the outside, but it’s what goes on inside that really matters. In the cold months, it’s the answer to cabin fever. Ironically so, because the interior resembles a cabin with the woodwork and the dimmed lighting. The patrons come to complain about how cold it’s been or how much snow needed to be shoveled from their walk. Or how long it took them to drive from here to there. Even so, they did manage to make it here. In the summer, they come in to cool off. Some come from working hard all day in the hot sun. Construction is the most common profession of the patrons here, and this year they are fortunate to have their job. Some are coming from office jobs, trading their office chair for a tall wooden stool. Some come from playing golf or basketball or baseball. They envision that first frosty mug as they are driving from their game. Maybe it’s been a hard day, and this is their relief. Maybe it’s been a great day and they’re there to celebrate a victory or a job well done. Perhaps they’ve come to see a bartender who seems to understand their troubles. Or to talk to a beautiful girl who is a captive audience behind the wooden planks that create the resting place for their elbows. They come to be somewhere else, somewhere where there are no bills, no telemarketers, no mother-in-law advice. They come from a world of “have to’s” to a place of “want to’s”. They come to escape reality just for a little while. Some come to watch sports, to yell at the umpires for bad calls and to ask the guy next to them, “Did you see that ?” They bond together as fans of one team and to bust the chops of the opposing team. Some even take their chances on a friendly wager. Perhaps they can put their name on a box and go home with more money than they came with. (That is if they don’t spend it before the end of the night). It’s a place to congratulate the new dad, the happy couple, the fortunate winner. Or to to be alone with others who want to be alone. Maybe they’re there to meet that special someone or to have a date with their spouse of 15 or 30 years. They come to play the jukebox and sing or dance to a song that fits their mood that particular day or reminds them of a better day. This place has soul. There are some who come to sit quietly and have a glass of wine with their Sodoku. Some come to do a crossword puzzle with the person to their left and if they get stuck, there are plenty of others to help ponder the riddle. They throw out guesses to Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune. It’s also the place to talk about two towers falling and those poor people on their roofs in Louisiana. The place to complain about the president or the economy or how the rich get richer and how the middle class is getting the raw deal..again. And when one of it’s own has some hard luck befall them, it’s the place that a coffee can with a homemade sign taped to the outside sits. Because after all, these people are like family. And no matter how long they stay or why they came in, the each have one thing in common, they only stopped in for one. By; Jeannie Jenson
Our History In 1873, the great fire of Fishkill destroyed Fishkill’s Business District. The fire started in the living quarters above the Hughson store (formally the original Fishkill Tire Store, now a parking lot). The fire destroyed The Union Hotel (now the bank drive thru) to the west and The Walcott (Laconda Restaurant), Benjamin (The Whitehouse) and The Hayt building (Eleven 11), as well as three buildings across North Street. As a result, three new brick buildings were built in 1874. The building to left of the Benjamin building was Walcott’s Hardware Store and to the right of that, Hughson’s Tin Shop building. The Benjamin building (now The Whitehouse) had three openings in the front consisting of an entry door with a window on each side. The second story had three windows. The facade remained unchanged until the early 1900’s when a “jog” was added to the east end of the building with a doorway on the street level and a window on the second story. The Benjamin building was a general merchandise store from 1874 to the late 1920’s. The “jog” was originally a paint store but from 1925-1939, a Mr Feldman occupied it as a shoemaker in the front and living quarters in the rear. During the late 1920’s through the 1930’s, the main part of the building was a feed store leased by Joseph Blaine. In 1951, it was converted to The Whitehouse Bar and Restaurant by Marie Paar. Marie Paar purchased the back bar in The Bowery of New York City and had it shipped up to Fishkill to be assembled. After 2 years, in 1953, it was purchased by Michael and Amerlia Yanarella, of Beacon,N.Y. In 1964, it was purchased by the McLaughlin family, who ran the business for 24 years, and were the cornerstone in shaping the Whitehouse to what it is today. In 1988, current owner, Michael Hayden purchased the business. In 1999, he purchased the property, removed two bathrooms and the kitchen and added a two new restrooms.
A Short Story
 A great short story was written about The Whitehouse; It’s just an old brick building with rickety wooden floors. The new hunter green awnings help to spruce up the outside, but it’s what goes on inside that really matters. In the cold months, it’s the answer to cabin fever. Ironically so, because the interior resembles a cabin with the woodwork and the dimmed lighting. The patrons come to complain about how cold it’s been or how much snow needed to be shoveled from their walk. Or how long it took them to drive from here to there. Even so, they did manage to make it here. In the summer, they come in to cool off. Some come from working hard all day in the hot sun. Construction is the most common profession of the patrons here, and this year they are fortunate to have their job. Some are coming from office jobs, trading their office chair for a tall wooden stool. Some come from playing golf or basketball or baseball. They envision that first frosty mug as they are driving from their game. Maybe it’s been a hard day, and this is their relief. Maybe it’s been a great day and they’re there to celebrate a victory or a job well done. Perhaps they’ve come to see a bartender who seems to understand their troubles. Or to talk to a beautiful girl who is a captive audience behind the wooden planks that create the resting place for their elbows. They come to be somewhere else, somewhere where there are no bills, no telemarketers, no mother-in-law advice. They come from a world of “have to’s” to a place of “want to’s”. They come to escape reality just for a little while. Some come to watch sports, to yell at the umpires for bad calls and to ask the guy next to them, “Did you see that ?” They bond together as fans of one team and to bust the chops of the opposing team. Some even take their chances on a friendly wager. Perhaps they can put their name on a box and go home with more money than they came with. (That is if they don’t spend it before the end of the night). It’s a place to congratulate the new dad, the happy couple, the fortunate winner. Or to to be alone with others who want to be alone. Maybe they’re there to meet that special someone or to have a date with their spouse of 15 or 30 years. They come to play the jukebox and sing or dance to a song that fits their mood that particular day or reminds them of a better day. This place has soul. There are some who come to sit quietly and have a glass of wine with their Sodoku. Some come to do a crossword puzzle with the person to their left and if they get stuck, there are plenty of others to help ponder the riddle. They throw out guesses to Jeopardy and Wheel of Fortune. It’s also the place to talk about two towers falling and those poor people on their roofs in Louisiana. The place to complain about the president or the economy or how the rich get richer and how the middle class is getting the raw deal..again. And when one of it’s own has some hard luck befall them, it’s the place that a coffee can with a homemade sign taped to the outside sits. Because after all, these people are like family. And no matter how long they stay or why they came in, the each have one thing in common, they only stopped in for one. By; Jeannie Jenson