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Today has been a good day for the GBNF thread. Primo posted some of the best pictures of gone but not forgotten places in SA that I have ever hoped to see. A couple of hours ago, I found a treasure trove of stuff that qualifies as Gone And Forgotten in SA, (but very little on my own personal obsession of Wolfe's Inn!) Last week, I posted earlier about the "Lost Irish Village of Avoca" and today I found out about it's history. I had to pay for the article, so I assume I can't post it freely here due to copywrite laws, so let me summarize it for those of you who are interested.
Irish settlers built Avoca in the 1830's, at the head waters of the San Antonio River. This was a full-flung planned community village. The Irish settlers bought the land after the Texas revolution, built and named the streets, and built houses. Much of Avoca was on the site where Incarnate Word now stands, though a portion of it occupied some of modern day Alamo Heights as well, near the present day college and HEB Marketplace. After the Irish had legally purchased the land (I don't know from whom at this point and probably never will), the San Antonio city leaders got nervous and realized that whoever owned the head waters of the San Antonio River could effectively control the river.
This caused a panic among SA's city leaders, since the river was key to the economic life-blood of the city at that time. So they used some kind of legal ruse utilizing a Spanish land grant made to the city to claim ownership of the land Avoca occupied. So they took over the land, kicked off the Irish settlers and claimed it for themselves. In 1849, the city needed to raise money to build a Court House, a jail, and a school. So they sold the land to a city alderman named JR Sweet for the princely sum of $1475. The Irish village of Avoca was forgotten and was now called, informerly, Old Sweet's Place. One quote which is not copywrited, states:
[SIZE=1]...without doubt one of the most beautiful, if not the most beautiful, places in Texas, its woodland grace and parklike beauty so heightened by the perpetual mystery of its profound and noble springs. This is the Head of the River. There are other fine properties in this neighborhood with exceptional water advantages and privileges, but this property was really the key to the situation, the Ojo de Agua, the birthright of the city.[/SIZE]
Sweet then sold the property to the mother of George W. Brackenridge. I haven't been able to find the dollar amount yet, but you can bet it was more than $1475. By the time the civil war broke out, the head waters had become polluted with sewege, garbage and human waste. Several years of drought reduced the head waters to a shadow of their formerselves. Suddenly, owning the headwaters of the San Antonio river looked like a losing proposition, so George W. Breckenridge tried to sell his then seemingly worthless land to the city for $50,000. In a letter, he melodramatically wrote:
[SIZE=1]I have seen this bold, bubbling, laughing river dwindle and fade away...This river is my child and it is dying and I cannot stay here to see its last gasps...I must go.[/SIZE]
The City didn't go for it. Heck, I wouldn't have gone for it. If you can steal it once you can probably find a way to steal it again. Regardless, old George W (as opposed to the new George W) got a much better deal selling the land to the Sisters of Charity of the Incarnate Word for $120,000. This wasn't all the land once owned by the poor Irish settlers, much of it was also donated to the city and became Breckinridge Park, and some remained in the Breckinridge family and was passed or sold into private hands and eventually became a part of what is now Alamo Heights.
What's even more cool, is that both Primo and myself and others have gone to the head waters of the San Antonio River in the last few weeks, and they (there's more than one!) are flowing fiercely again!!!
Last edited by GWhopper; 12-12-2007 at 01:26 AM.
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