Nice shirt.
I spotted a store on my Downtown Syracuse walk selling a shirt bearing the city’s nickname.
Wow, how this title for Syracuse has hung in there.
We do not manufacture salt anymore, no matter how you put it on the table.
Here are the origins of the title, thanks to the Onondaga Historical Association.
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That’s a very cool story on your city’s salt history! I’ve never heard of salt springs. I would have assumed the nickname came from having to salt the roads so often during snow. LOL!
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Yes, people assume it is a winter-road thing, but noooooo. Thanks, Rachel.
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Well… that’s news to me! Neat history!
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Things we might not know, right, Nance? I learn from your blog all the time.
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I never knew that either, Mark, and I live just down the Thruway from you. Good post.
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We have to keep up with history, CM. Thank you.
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I never knew….
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Now we know, Sandra.
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😂
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I mean MBC of course.
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😂I knew 🙂
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News to me! I love this story. At first I guessed maybe it had to do with salting the street to combat the ice/snow. I see that is not the story. I like that you can see a big pile of snow on the sidewalk in the reflection. Nice job, Mark!
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Way to really look at the photo, Sandra! Good eye.
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Actually salt is still big in NY state. Cargill has purchased many of the old sites and large in Albany and Watkins Glenn areas to name a few.
In the Pocono mountains in PA they used to harvest ice from the high lakes and use the canal system to transport them down for refrigeration before mechanical units caught on Odd little remains of that culture.
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We have to meet the needs for sure, Gerald.
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Never knew the salt history there
– and when I first saw the shirt I was reminded of in the 80s when so many cars were rusted out from salt for snow on roads
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That’s true, too, Y.
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Actually NY state still big in salt. Cargill has obtained many of the older sites. Large ones on Albany and Watkins Glenn among others.
Many years ago the Pocono mountains in PA harvested ice blocks on the high lakes and transported them down the canal system for refrigeration before the mechanical units caught on. Funny nothing seems to remain of things like that.
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perfect title and this is new to me )
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People hardly use the nickname anymore, Beth.
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