We are finally,
finally settled. We headed out to investigate one of the
iconic areas of Saratoga Springs – Congress Park which is smack dab in the middle of
town.
It’s also the site of the city’s historical
museum. Naturally, it was in an old
building (1870) – about one hundred years after the town had one European
resident. The 'Hard Rock Spring' attracted a British officer in who had been wounded. The Iroquis led him to the spring, and his wounds improved. Shortly thereafter, an inn was built on the site, and Saratoga Springs (not so named at the time) was born. We had dinner at the Old Bryan Inn which is the oldest building in town. The history was better than the food as is so often the case.
As you know, it’s sometimes the small stuff which
decides whether one city is a big deal while one 10 miles down the road is just
sort of sad and struggling. Well, one
deciding point for Saratoga Springs was the ‘springs’ of which there were over
20 in 1870, People flooded up here from
New York City via the railroad to stay in a resort hotel for a couple of weeks
in the summer to ‘take the water’. The
second chance happening which rewarded Saratoga Springs
was John Morrisey – a New York
prize fighter turned gambling entrepreneur.
He chose Saratoga Springs
as the town where he built a casino (building where the historical society
museum is today),
and he also built a horse racing track. Now, husbands could gamble, drink liquor, and
race/bet on horses while the wives ‘took the waters’. (Here’s the building.)
After WWI when
people had cars, they went farther afield on vacation, and the ‘waters’ trade
dropped like a stone. It was gambling
that propped up Saratoga Springs until the
Keefaufer Commision in the 1950’s outlawed gambling in New York in an attempt to get control over
the Mafia. And there was definitely organized
crime in ‘the Springs’ including Myer Lansky and Lucky Luciano.
The powers that be in town reinvented the
tourist trade using horse racing as well as the ‘outdoors’ to lure people back.
They built a performing arts center and attracted top NYC classical
entertainment to come to town throughout the summer. Something must be working. This town is so prosperous, cute, and
friendly, it could be Beaver Cleaver’s hometown. By contrast, Glens Falls/Queensbury just 20
minutes down the Interstate looks old, tired, and struggling.
The reason I know is we went to the annual
art festival there yesterday. It was
really more of a crafts festival crossed with revolting fair/carnival
food. We did sniff out the ‘Strawberry
Festival’ shortcake local dessert, and that was delish. I skipped the crab cake sandwich, the clam
roll, the Texas
cheeseburger, the sausages, the fried dough, the cotton candy in a bag,
etc.
I did get a new piece of jewelry – a great
looking agate set in sterling silver.
This woman had a real feel for stone.
To sum up our early days, this is going to be a fun town. Drinking the spring water isn't going to be part of the fun, though. As always, if you want to see some MORE PICTURES, well, just click the link.