Beacon's last old blue collar bar fades away
by Jack Sine
photos by John Fasulo
In the fifties and sixties when Beacon’s dye plants, hat factories, and rubber fabricators were booming, beer ran down Main Street from Fishkill Creek to the Newburgh/Beacon ferry slip like a frothy tributary of the mighty Hudson River.
Back in that day there were 37 bars in Beacon, 28 of them on or near the East Main Street/Main Street corridor that connected the base of the mountain (and most of the factories) to the ferry slip on the Hudson where two ferries, the Dutchess and the Orange, carried thousands of workers back and forth to their jobs. In those days, before government scolds decided they could tell us what we should and should not consume, there was no such thing as social drinking. If you drank, you drank – and almost everyone drank. After a hard day’s work in the factories, a cold one sure went down easy, but not as easy as the second and the third, and so on. Up and down Main Street the beer flowed like the waters of the Hudson accompanied by the clatter of bowling machines and the clicks of shuffleboard pucks.