The name of this cache refers to a previous establishment on the site at which the cache is located. The place was a favorite of the residents of the lower Whitewater Valley, who often stopped there on the way to town, as well as of the many folks that passed through on the way to Brookville Lake in summer months. The owner passed away a while back, and all of us were concerned that we would lose our place to grab a quick refreshment or meal. Thus we were really relieved when we saw that the place had reopened.
The new establishment is named "in loving memory of...an amazing cook, loving mother, grandmother, sister and aunt.” The name was chosen because it was always her dream to own a place like this, and specifically to call it by this name. If you find the cache, you should also be able to figure out the name of this individual as well!!
In a broader sense, to me the story is one that reflects on a core value of our civilization, that of “hostelry”. Per the Wiktionary, the term is derived from the old French hostelerie meaning inn, and refers to “The art and skill of guest management at a commercial facility such as a hotel, inn, motel, bed and breakfast, or hostel”. When I think of the concept, I always recall as a young man having to memorize the prologue to Geoffrey Chaucer's Canterbury Tales. The collection of stories describes the experiences of various pilgrims in 14th century England on their way to visit the great cathedral at Canterbury. Most of them made the long jouney on foot along public roads and footpaths, many not having the resources to seek the shelter, warmth, and food of an inn.
“Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote
The droghte of Marche hath perced to the roote,
And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flour...”
YIKEY!!!!!