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ALL THINGS TEXAS –
The Baker Hotel
- in Mineral Wells
https://www.facebook.com/AllThingsTexas - authored by: John
Mowery
All Things Texas has been asked on numerous occasions to
cover this once-grand hotel. Ladies and gentlemen, we
bring you…the Baker Hotel! But first, a little backstory
on the origins of the “crazy waters.” The history is
vast, so stick with us to the end!
Malaria and rheumatism drove a family and their
50 head of livestock from Denison, west, in search of a
drier climate. They found a valley amongst the hills in
Palo Pinto County and settled down to avoid Comanche
attacks further west. As beautiful as it was, the only
water source was four miles away (The Brazos River).
Three years later in 1880 a well driller agreed to drill
a well in exchange for a few of the Lynch’s oxen. This
was the beginning of what we now know as...Mineral
Wells. The water tasted funny to the Lynch’s, so they only
watered their livestock with it to test its safety. When
the family began to drink it, they started to feel
better shortly thereafter.
Word of the
“healing” waters spread like wildfire. The neighbors
began drinking it first, and within a month, strangers
were showing up on the property with questions about it.
Almost overnight, people began arriving by the thousands
to just get a sip of this magical liquid. Since the well
only produced just 100 gallons a day Mr. Lynch had to
ask people to sign a declaration stating that they were
sick, and truly needed the water. With popularity
continuing to rise, the town of Mineral Wells was laid
out in late 1881 with Mr. Lynch naming himself the first
mayor.
As time went on, and popularity never diminished,
if anything, it grew; citizens were concerned that out
of towners were profiting from the fame of the water. In
1922 they raised $150,000 in an effort to build a large
hotel that would be owned by local shareholders. They
went to Theodore Brasher Baker, who was already famous
for the design and build of such hotels as the Baker
Hotel in Dallas and the Hotel Texas in Fort Worth.
The architect originally based the design on the
Arlington Hotel in Hot Springs, Arkansas. The
construction began in 1926 but came to an abrupt halt
when Mr. Baker returned from a trip to California where
he visited a hotel with a swimming pool. The new Baker
just had to have one. Right in front of the hotel at
that. An Olympic sized pool to be filled with the curing
mineral waters, it was the first swimming pool built at
a hotel in Texas.
Construction began the following year on the
grand and opulent structure. It would rise fourteen
stories over Mineral Wells, house 450 guest rooms, two
ballrooms, an in-house beauty shop, and other novelties
such as a bowling alley, a gymnasium, and an outdoor
swimming pool. Completed three years later with a cost
of dollars of $1.2 million on November 9th, 1929, the
mammoth building instantly dominated the city skyline.
Even though the Grand Old Lady opened her doors just
days after the 1929 stock market crash, she enjoyed
immense success throughout the 30’s. Extravagant
creature comforts such as an advanced hydraulic system
that circulated ice water to all 450 guest rooms,
lighting and fans controlled by the door locks that shut
off and on automatically when the guest left or arrived
in their rooms, and a valet compartment where guests
could deposit soiled laundry that was accessible by
hotel staff without them ever even having to enter the
guest's room were boasted. It was a top-notch convention
attraction that offered a meeting capacity of 2,500
attendees.
As the decade came to a close however, the
reputation as a health spa began to decline, due to
advances in modern medication and the discovery of
antibiotics such as penicillin. Doctors, even locally,
began to invest more confidence in medicine. But as soon
as business began to suffer as a result of it, Fort
Wolters military base opened nearby in 1940. The base
eventually became the largest infantry replacement base
in the country, with 30,000 soldiers passing through its
gates in 1942 alone. The Baker was then at its peak,
catering to both civilians and military personnel.
Alas the 1950’s brought the FDA, who cracked down
on almost all advertising for cure-all tonics and
mineral waters. The new drugs and preventative medicine
were the new healthcare mainstream. The need for the
healing waters began to fade. As we’ve seen many times
across Texas, the relocation of a highway (1-20) cut off
a major financial artery to the town when it was
re-routed 14 miles south.
Mr. Baker has passed control of the hotel to his
nephew, Earl Baker back in the 30’s when he was met with
financial crisis despite the popularity of the Hotel. He
officially retired in 1952, and since he had no
children, he left his hotel empire to Earl. Earl
promised that he would continue to operate the hotel
until his 70th birthday. True to his word, on April 30,
1963, he closed the Baker’s doors. A group of civic
leaders managed to re-open the hotel in 1965, but not
for long. With very little profit to be made, the Baker
was closed for good in 1970 (Some sources state this was
1973).
In a strange twist of fate, Earl Baker was
visiting the hotel for one last time on December 3, 1967
when he suddenly died of a massive heart attack. It was
as if the hotel dealt him a vengeful blow for the years
of declining glory and subjugated neglect.
Now all that are left to inhabit the hotel are
the ghosts of bygone decades. Even though stories of
some originate before she ever closed. “The woman on the
seventh floor,” was first reported in 50’s-60’s. Maids
would find drinking glasses, stained with red lipstick,
when no one was staying in the room. The general belief
is that she is the mistress of the hotel manager. Upset
from her affair, she jumped to her death from the top of
the floor. The year of the incident has not been
verified but the room she stayed in, apparently quite
comfortably, was a suite on the southeast corner of the
seventh floor. Many have reported smelling her perfume
and her spirit is said to be quite flirtatious with men
she may fancy, and for those that have “seen” her, she
is said to be beautiful with red hair and a white dress.
The “Brazos Room” on the first floor, is still in
use to those of yesteryear according to one tour group.
Several people in the group slowly began to hear dished
and silverware clanking as well as people talking with
orchestra music in the background.
Bank tellers near the hotel, noticed certain
windows were opened, then later closed, but in no
particular pattern. One of the girls told the others "it
must be the man who lives in the building and takes care
of it". After that, the interest ceased, and they
stopped noticing. The strange thing is, no one has ever
stayed in the Baker at any time since its closure in
1970. There never was a caretaker. So just who was
opening and closing the windows?
A drunken woman was said to attempt to jump into
the swimming pool from the 12th floor but…well missed. A
married male cook got into a huge fight with his
girlfriend, who was a maid at the hotel. She threatened
to tell his wife about their love. He lost his temper
and control and stabbed her to death in the pantry.
The hotel has been visited by many paranormal
investigators, and all, at the end of their sessions,
are asked, “do you believe that the Baker is haunted?”
All respond with a resounding “YES!”
But today the Baker Hotel is under renovation and is
expected to be open again in 2024. All Things Texas has
been keeping up on the progress on the hotel and we look
forward to the time when we can go live and bring our
members the grand opening of the "Grand Old Lady."
On Face Book, there
are a few ongoing renovation photos posted
with this artical.
Please share this history with friends
and family.
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FROM THE OTHER SIDE
By: Patrick Camunes
At first there was no place for
us to go until someone put up that Black Granite Wall.
Now, everyday and night, my Brothers and my
Sisters wait to see the many people from places afar
file in front of this Wall.
Many stopping briefly, many for hours, and some
come on a regular basis.
It was hard at first, not that it's gotten any
easier, but it seems that many of the attitudes towards
that war that we were involved in have changed.
I can only pray that the ones on the other side
have learned something, and more Walls as this one
needn't be built.
Several members of my unit and
many that I did not recognize have called me to the Wall
by touching my name that is engraved upon it.
The tears aren't necessary, but are hard even for
me to hold back.
Don't feel guilty for not being with me, my
Brothers.
This was my destiny, as it is yours to be on that side
of the Wall.
Touch the Wall, my Brothers, so
that we can share in the memories that we had.
I have learned to put the bad memories aside, and
remember only the pleasant times that we had together.
Tell our other Brothers out there to come and
visit me, not to say Good Bye, but to say Hello so we
can be together again - even for a short time in order
to ease the pain of loss that we all share.
Today, an irresistible and
loving call comes from the Wall.
As I approach I can see an elderly lady, and as I
get closer I recognize her.......It's Momma!
As much as I have looked forward to this day, I
have also regretted it - because I didn't know what
reaction I would have.
Next to her, I suddenly see my
wife - and immediately think how hard it must have been
for her to come to this place, and my mind floods with
the pleasant memories of 30 years past.
There's a young man in a military uniform
standing with his arm around her......My
God!......It's...it has to be my son.
Look at him trying to be the man without a tear
in his eye.
I yearn to tell him how proud I am, seeing him standing
tall, straight and proud in his uniform.
Momma comes closer, touches the
Wall, and I feel the soft and gentle touch I had not
felt in so many years.
Dad has crossed to this side of the Wall, and
through our touch - I try to convey to her that Dad is
doing fine - for he no longer suffes or feeling pain.
I see my wife's courage building as she sees
Momma touch the Wall and she approaches and lays her
hand on my waiting hand.
All the emotions, feelings and memories of three
decades past flash between our touch, and I tell her
that it's all right.
Carry on with your life, and don't worry about
me......I can see as I look into her eyes that she hears
and understands me, and a big burden has been lifted
from her.
I watch as they lay flowers and
other memories of my past.
My lucky charm that was taken from me and sent to
her by my CO, a tattered and worn teddy bear that I can
barely remember having as I grew up as a child, and
several medals that I had earned but were presented to
my wife. One
of them is the Combat Infantry Badge that I am very
proud of, and I notice that my son is also wearing this
medal. I had
earned mine in the jungles of Vietnam, and he had
probably earned his in the deserts of Iraq.
I can tell that they are
preparing to leave, and I try to take a mental picture
of them together - because I don't know when I will see
them again.
I wouldn't blame them if they were not to return, and
can only thank them that I was not forgotten.
My wife and Momma near the Wall for one final
touch, I know that so many years of indecision, fear,
and sorrow are let go.
As they turn to leave - I feel my tears that had
not flowed for so many years - form as if dew drops on
the other side of the Wall.
They slowly move away with only
a glance over their shoulder.
My son suddenly stops and slowly returns.
He stands straight and proud in front of me, and
snaps a salute.
Something makes him move to the Wall and he puts
his hand upon the Wall and touches my tears that had
formed on the face of the Wall - and I can tell that he
senses my presence there, and feels my pride and the
love that I have for him.
He falls to his knees, the tears flow from his
eyes - I try my best to reassure him that it's all right
and the tears do not make him any less of a man.
As he moves back wiping the
tears from his eyes, he silently mouths, God bless you,
Dad......
God Bless You, Son......
We WILL meet someday - but in the meanwhile, go
on your way......
There is no hurry.......There is no hurry at all.
As I see them walk off in the
distance, I yell out to THEM and EVERYONE
there today, as loud as I can,.........THANKS FOR
REMEMBERING - and as others on this side of the Wall
join in - I notice that the US Flag that so proudly
flies in front of us everyday is flapping and standing
proudly - straight out in the wind today...
THANK YOU ALL FOR REMEMBERING
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Presennted by Johathon Logan:
https://youtu.be/1HqG-8fdV9o
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