Guest House and Kitchen
The guest house and kitchen associated with the Clover Hill Tavern was originally constructed around 1819. It is a separate independent 3-story brick structure that was used as another tavern dining room and overflow guest rooms. The guest house building was reconstructed and renovated in 1954 and rehabilitated in 1997.
The self-standing separate structure is located northeast of the Clover Hill Tavern, which was refurbished in 1954 and preserved in 1995. The first floor was an additional kitchen and the second story was used for additional guest rooms. It is thirty two feet wide and eighteen feet deep. It has a full finish attic, but no cellar.
The south side has four bay windows on the second floor with two board and batten doors at the center flanked sash windows. The first floor has three bay windows with two board and batten doors with one sash window at the west end. There are steps to the second porch at the east end of the first floor. The gable end elevations have centered projecting chimneys with no openings. There are two rooms on each of the first two stories. There is a huge fireplace in the bigger room on the first floor. The fireplace has an original iron crane and no trim nor mantel. The other room on the first floor also has a fireplace. The baseboards in the rooms are almost six inches high and come with a quirk bead. There is only an exterior staircase to the upper stories. A wood shingle gable roof with a box cornice covers the 3-story guest house structure.
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