I came across this sad little before and after of the 1830 Glover House and Tavern while looking for taverns similar to Forsyth Tavern. I was stricken by the outward appearance and started to dig further in hopes of finding out what it looked like today. Sadly though, what it looks like today is the tangled mess of nature that you see there below it. That's when the realization set in just how close Forsyth Tavern was to being another Glover Tavern. Perhaps its not as far gone at it seems. Alabama can be a forgiving place to old houses much more so than the cold shoulder of Western New York. Still though, we can't rebuild the past. Once that history is lost, it is lost forever. 1830 saw the first U.S. railroad station and the burning of New Orleans. Buildings were still built by hand and from the land that they stood on. One hundred and eighty-seven years of existence. Forsyth has seen another twenty-two. That is a lot of life and a lot of energy for a house forgotten. I'd call that a building that is singing to the birds, for only the birds are singing back. You can learn a lot from buildings like these and some might say that you can feed off of all of the joyous energy that has been spent there. That I will let you experience for yourself in the Forsyth, but hopefully someone finds it in the Glover as well. Seems such a sad waste of so many precious things.