Ancestors Tavern™

Tonight's story from Ancestors Tavern explores the idea that stories never truly disappear - they simply take longer roads before returning

In this episode of Ancestors Tavern , we step into an old tavern tale drawn from Irish folklore and the kind of stories our ancestors once told by candlelight. It begins with a coffin, a young woman standing beside a grave, and a promise that was never kept. Years later, travelers whisper about a woman who walks the road with a raven on her shoulder… and a habit of collecting the hearts of cruel m...

Tonight's pour at Ancestors Tavern is The Raven of the Hollow . In a forgotten forest where wolves sing beneath the moon, something older than the wild walks through the mist. The elders say the Raven watches the lost children...and when he passes, the wolves bow. Pull up a chair. This is a story best told by candlelight. Written and Narrated by, Heather Lynn Donovan

In Ancestors Tavern there's a portrait above the bar that no one can explain. A young girl with an unwavering gaze and no name left behind. Tonight's story asks a simple question: who was she...and why does it feel like she's still wanting to be remembered? Written and narrated by, Heather Lynn Donovan -Always by candlelight

In the first story told by candlelight inside Ancestors Tavern Heather Lynn Donovan remembers a photograph from an old family album - a stern man in a tall hat whose steady gaze fascinated and unsettled her as a child. His name was John Black, born in 1870. The stories of his life were lost with time, but the feeling of his presence remained. Tonight, the tavern door opens for him once more, where...

Before the stories begin, the lantern must be lit. This short introduction welcomes listeners into Ancestors Tavern, a place built from memory, imagination, and the quiet presence of those who came before us. Inspired by old worlds, Irish shores, and the echoes of family history, the tavern stands as a gathering place for stories that refuse to fade. Step inside. The fire is warm, the chairs are w...