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Saratoga story
Where the trees grow thick with brush and with bugs, there is a lot secrets hid out in these Southeast Texas woods. Population is small but the hospitality still remains, the neighbors around here all know one another's shame. We live unlike the masses that roam in surrounding Metropolitan areas, full of corruption I think with a history than less than 10 murders in the last three generations. Drugs still have corrupted our youth and still linger with the ones that never caught their snap. Overdoses and suicide have taken far more than the foe of these victims.
Hunting, exploring, excavating the woods for indian artifacts, and for the upper class there is mudding on four wheelers and atvs...Are the few past times that there are to participate in while here.
Once long ago in the time of the oil boom this was a busy place. Businesses covered this barren patch of highway 770 and even migrated off into the side streets and was a much different place in which we would reside. I myself have never thought much of this place, until a unique man that wondered into this town and has refused to leave peeked my interest and raised my suspicions because he sought to know these woods better than any native. I have lived here the majority of my life and have since his arrival I have sought to know this thicket a little more than I had before. The more knowledge and experience I have of this beautiful habitat that I ignored brings a depth in my soul and a curiousity that lingers. Thankful for the wonder that he placed for it has opened my eyes and has compelled me to even write this story for you now.
There is only one thing that most would of ever hear of this little town of Saratoga. That is the Bragg road/Ghost road. There was once a railroad in this place, it ran down a straight strip of wooded area on 787 and the rumor was that the engineer was killed and decapitated. Lights on this absolutely straight road seems like you can see the other side through this thicket.He is allegedly lingering, holding his latern, as he looks for his head. Logically, scientifically rather, it is merely the gases from these oil rich land that seep up that create some kind of glow that can be seen. It has collected lots of attention and the children often ride trick or treating each year for the hopes of seeing the ghost of this man. I myself, have only ever seen miller light, bud light , and Coors light during exploration of this road.
The history of this place is rather interesting while the current condition unto which we reside in is rather dull. Maybe its the change of time and the vast difference of the characters of people from then until now, but the luster for this once booming town has weakened unto a glow in the eye of the few who still see the past. I hope some day this place could be known for the light that resides within this place again. Spiritual and foretold of by Joel and it's fullness of that outpouring is the best that I could hope for for my community and to whatever place any human could reside. No greater legend nor reputation could superceed one of this. May you find the beauty in your hometown as I seek to open my eyes to the wonder around me here. Yall take care, ha, I couldn't resist the stereotype most would have of the author of this useless story.
Hunting, exploring, excavating the woods for indian artifacts, and for the upper class there is mudding on four wheelers and atvs...Are the few past times that there are to participate in while here.
Once long ago in the time of the oil boom this was a busy place. Businesses covered this barren patch of highway 770 and even migrated off into the side streets and was a much different place in which we would reside. I myself have never thought much of this place, until a unique man that wondered into this town and has refused to leave peeked my interest and raised my suspicions because he sought to know these woods better than any native. I have lived here the majority of my life and have since his arrival I have sought to know this thicket a little more than I had before. The more knowledge and experience I have of this beautiful habitat that I ignored brings a depth in my soul and a curiousity that lingers. Thankful for the wonder that he placed for it has opened my eyes and has compelled me to even write this story for you now.
There is only one thing that most would of ever hear of this little town of Saratoga. That is the Bragg road/Ghost road. There was once a railroad in this place, it ran down a straight strip of wooded area on 787 and the rumor was that the engineer was killed and decapitated. Lights on this absolutely straight road seems like you can see the other side through this thicket.He is allegedly lingering, holding his latern, as he looks for his head. Logically, scientifically rather, it is merely the gases from these oil rich land that seep up that create some kind of glow that can be seen. It has collected lots of attention and the children often ride trick or treating each year for the hopes of seeing the ghost of this man. I myself, have only ever seen miller light, bud light , and Coors light during exploration of this road.
The history of this place is rather interesting while the current condition unto which we reside in is rather dull. Maybe its the change of time and the vast difference of the characters of people from then until now, but the luster for this once booming town has weakened unto a glow in the eye of the few who still see the past. I hope some day this place could be known for the light that resides within this place again. Spiritual and foretold of by Joel and it's fullness of that outpouring is the best that I could hope for for my community and to whatever place any human could reside. No greater legend nor reputation could superceed one of this. May you find the beauty in your hometown as I seek to open my eyes to the wonder around me here. Yall take care, ha, I couldn't resist the stereotype most would have of the author of this useless story.
