But for a stretch of time, it had an inn sitting right at its center.
Nicholas Fejervary built the mansion in the 1800s,
up on the bluff with a clear view of the Mississippi. It wasn’t tucked away. It
was meant to be seen.
In 1902, his daughter gave the property to the
city of Davenport. The mansion became an inn.
And Davenport used it.
Weddings filled the rooms. Clubs held meetings
there. Community dinners ran long into the evening. If something important was
happening in town, it was happening at the Fejervary Inn. People dressed up,
shook hands, and looked out over the river like it were part of the evening.
It didn’t last. By the 1930s, the building had
been torn down.
Now it’s just park. Grass under your shoes. Trees
overhead. A regular afternoon.
But once upon a time, this wasn’t just green
space. It was where the entire town turned out for events and celebrations.
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