Curing - Revision history

MWanner at 20:19, 30 October 2026

2026-10-30T20:19:11Z

← Older revision		Revision as of 20:19, 30 October 2026
Line 67:		Line 67:
	-----		-----

	WATCH Curiously Adirondack: The Adirondack Mountain Village of Saranac Lake Remembers Its Curative Past produced by [[Josh Clement~~\|Josh Clement]]~~ and Ed Kanze.		WATCH ''Curiously Adirondack'':

			The Adirondack Mountain Village of Saranac Lake Remembers Its Curative Past produced by Josh Clement and Ed Kanze.

	Most of us have heard William Faulkner's famous line about the past not being dead. His wisdom is nowhere more apparent than in the Adirondack Mountain village of Saranac Lake. Here, from the 1880s to the 1950s and a little bit beyond, tuberculosis patients arrived from near and far to rest on porches, breathe crisp pine-scented mountain air, and get well or die trying. Antibiotic therapy eventually put the village's sanitariums and cure cottages out of business. Still, in architecture, memory, story, and a heart-breaking poem penned by a brilliant young woman who didn't get well, the village's rich past remains vibrant and alive.		Most of us have heard William Faulkner's famous line about the past not being dead. His wisdom is nowhere more apparent than in the Adirondack Mountain village of Saranac Lake. Here, from the 1880s to the 1950s and a little bit beyond, tuberculosis patients arrived from near and far to rest on porches, breathe crisp pine-scented mountain air, and get well or die trying. Antibiotic therapy eventually put the village's sanitariums and cure cottages out of business. Still, in architecture, memory, story, and a heart-breaking poem penned by a brilliant young woman who didn't get well, the village's rich past remains vibrant and alive.

MWanner: fix Youtube link

2026-10-30T20:17:17Z

fix Youtube link

← Older revision		Revision as of 20:17, 30 October 2026
Line 71:		Line 71:
	Most of us have heard William Faulkner's famous line about the past not being dead. His wisdom is nowhere more apparent than in the Adirondack Mountain village of Saranac Lake. Here, from the 1880s to the 1950s and a little bit beyond, tuberculosis patients arrived from near and far to rest on porches, breathe crisp pine-scented mountain air, and get well or die trying. Antibiotic therapy eventually put the village's sanitariums and cure cottages out of business. Still, in architecture, memory, story, and a heart-breaking poem penned by a brilliant young woman who didn't get well, the village's rich past remains vibrant and alive.		Most of us have heard William Faulkner's famous line about the past not being dead. His wisdom is nowhere more apparent than in the Adirondack Mountain village of Saranac Lake. Here, from the 1880s to the 1950s and a little bit beyond, tuberculosis patients arrived from near and far to rest on porches, breathe crisp pine-scented mountain air, and get well or die trying. Antibiotic therapy eventually put the village's sanitariums and cure cottages out of business. Still, in architecture, memory, story, and a heart-breaking poem penned by a brilliant young woman who didn't get well, the village's rich past remains vibrant and alive.

	~~<span class="plugin embed"><iframe width="560" height="315" src="~~https://www.youtube.com/embed/8ShsN7u-Ns0~~" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>~~		[https://www.youtube.com/embed/8ShsN7u-Ns0 CLICK HERE TO WATCH]

	-----		-----

MWanner: Text replacement - "Robert Louis Stevenson" to "Robert Louis Stevenson"

2026-08-13T20:38:20Z

Text replacement - "Robert Louis Stevenson" to "Robert Louis Stevenson"

← Older revision		Revision as of 20:38, 13 August 2026
Line 42:		Line 42:
	THEY call it the open air cure in Saranac (albeit there are those not initiated into the curative degree), but to the outsider it would seem to be the book cure. Everybody is reading most of the time. When they are not they are either talking books or taking their temperature, the latter an art in itself which is developed to a marvellous degree by those who have the chronic Saranac habit. They always talk in tenths these temperature folks do. It is remarkable the way they can divide and subdivide the graduations on the clinic thermometer for which they have paid $1.25 at [[Kendall's\|Kendall's]]— if you don t get your drugs and things at Kendall's you are like the man from New Orleans who accents the last syllable. They will take their temperature immediately before and after each meal, half way between, and again before they go to bed. If it is 101.1 at three o clock this afternoon, whereas it was 101.2 at the same hour yesterday, a letter is written home about it, the exertion of which immediately increases the temperature a full degree; but this is not known because it won,t be time to take it again until six o clock and then it will have dropped to perhaps 100.7. It does not matter how high the fever may be between times, if it only can be officially recorded low at the stated hours for "taking" it, why, everything is all right. A young woman was "running temperatures" last winter and was put to bed. She wished to go sleighing one afternoon and her physician promised permission provided her temperature would be normal. When she saw him coming to the house on the afternoon in question, she reached out of her open window—one wonders why they have windows in Saranac since they are always open—and broke off an icicle, a piece of which she placed under her tongue. She took the thermometer from the doctor with the utmost confidence, and this time he didn't have to remind her to hold it well under her tongue When the doctor looked at the thermometer he became greatly agitated and the first thing the girl knew she was the centre of a commotion caused by a nurse, maids, and hot water bottles. Pretty soon a saline solution was administered. She then overheard the doctor telling the nurse that the temperature had dropped to 94 and he feared in her frail condition she could not survive such a collapse. The girl was uncertain then whether the icicle played a joke on her or on her doctor. She didn't go sleighing and that doctor didn't call on her again.		THEY call it the open air cure in Saranac (albeit there are those not initiated into the curative degree), but to the outsider it would seem to be the book cure. Everybody is reading most of the time. When they are not they are either talking books or taking their temperature, the latter an art in itself which is developed to a marvellous degree by those who have the chronic Saranac habit. They always talk in tenths these temperature folks do. It is remarkable the way they can divide and subdivide the graduations on the clinic thermometer for which they have paid $1.25 at [[Kendall's\|Kendall's]]— if you don t get your drugs and things at Kendall's you are like the man from New Orleans who accents the last syllable. They will take their temperature immediately before and after each meal, half way between, and again before they go to bed. If it is 101.1 at three o clock this afternoon, whereas it was 101.2 at the same hour yesterday, a letter is written home about it, the exertion of which immediately increases the temperature a full degree; but this is not known because it won,t be time to take it again until six o clock and then it will have dropped to perhaps 100.7. It does not matter how high the fever may be between times, if it only can be officially recorded low at the stated hours for "taking" it, why, everything is all right. A young woman was "running temperatures" last winter and was put to bed. She wished to go sleighing one afternoon and her physician promised permission provided her temperature would be normal. When she saw him coming to the house on the afternoon in question, she reached out of her open window—one wonders why they have windows in Saranac since they are always open—and broke off an icicle, a piece of which she placed under her tongue. She took the thermometer from the doctor with the utmost confidence, and this time he didn't have to remind her to hold it well under her tongue When the doctor looked at the thermometer he became greatly agitated and the first thing the girl knew she was the centre of a commotion caused by a nurse, maids, and hot water bottles. Pretty soon a saline solution was administered. She then overheard the doctor telling the nurse that the temperature had dropped to 94 and he feared in her frail condition she could not survive such a collapse. The girl was uncertain then whether the icicle played a joke on her or on her doctor. She didn't go sleighing and that doctor didn't call on her again.

	But the temperature stunts are only an incident to this story. It is books that strikes the visitor as being the ''modus operandi'' of the Saranac cure. It does not matter whether or not you ever have read a line in your life, if you go to the Adirondacks as an invalid you will be reading before you know it, and, what is worse, you will get to talking about what you read. You may be a splendid bricklayer, and have gone along plying your trade for years oblivious of [[~~Robert Louis Stevenson\|~~Robert Louis Stevenson]], but you won't be in Saranac a day until you have heard that Stevenson spent a winter there, and the second day you will be writing home for ''The Master of Ballantrae'' or else buying it at "[[Book Store\|The Book Store]]," provided your allowance is not too limited. The reason you chose The Master of Ballantrae is that you have been told that Stevenson wrote it over there on Baker's stoop. Stevenson troubled that stoop of Baker's very little during the winter he boarded at the cottage. In fact, he was anything but a faithful taker of the cure. However, he was a celebrity, had been to Saranac, and Saranac will never forget him. They also read everything available about [[Frank Ives\|Frank Ives]], the billiard player, who, like Stevenson spent a winter in Saranac, and later, unlike Stevenson, chose Arizona instead of Samoa to die in. By and by, if any publisher is enterprising enough to print "The Letters of a Self-Made Jockey to His Boss," by Danny Maher there is sure to be sufficient sale for it in Saranac alone to defray the expense of the first edition, because Danny gets enough "cure" in the village every winter to last him during the racing season. ''David Harum'' is of course a great favourite among the invalids not because it is ''David Harum'' but because poor Westcott took the cure at [[Meacham Lake]] and died. Then there is Cooper, and the members of the [[Philosophers' Camp\|Philosophers' Camp]] of long ago on the [[Lower Saranac Lake\|Lower Saranac]]—Lowell, Emerson, Stillman, and the rest. And how philosophically a motorman may be seen delving into the ''Fable for Critics'' just as serious as though he was making the turn at Union Square, more so perhaps because at Union Square the motorman does not care, but in Saranac he does care, because he knows that there you are judged by what you read.		But the temperature stunts are only an incident to this story. It is books that strikes the visitor as being the ''modus operandi'' of the Saranac cure. It does not matter whether or not you ever have read a line in your life, if you go to the Adirondacks as an invalid you will be reading before you know it, and, what is worse, you will get to talking about what you read. You may be a splendid bricklayer, and have gone along plying your trade for years oblivious of [[Robert Louis Stevenson]], but you won't be in Saranac a day until you have heard that Stevenson spent a winter there, and the second day you will be writing home for ''The Master of Ballantrae'' or else buying it at "[[Book Store\|The Book Store]]," provided your allowance is not too limited. The reason you chose The Master of Ballantrae is that you have been told that Stevenson wrote it over there on Baker's stoop. Stevenson troubled that stoop of Baker's very little during the winter he boarded at the cottage. In fact, he was anything but a faithful taker of the cure. However, he was a celebrity, had been to Saranac, and Saranac will never forget him. They also read everything available about [[Frank Ives\|Frank Ives]], the billiard player, who, like Stevenson spent a winter in Saranac, and later, unlike Stevenson, chose Arizona instead of Samoa to die in. By and by, if any publisher is enterprising enough to print "The Letters of a Self-Made Jockey to His Boss," by Danny Maher there is sure to be sufficient sale for it in Saranac alone to defray the expense of the first edition, because Danny gets enough "cure" in the village every winter to last him during the racing season. ''David Harum'' is of course a great favourite among the invalids not because it is ''David Harum'' but because poor Westcott took the cure at [[Meacham Lake]] and died. Then there is Cooper, and the members of the [[Philosophers' Camp\|Philosophers' Camp]] of long ago on the [[Lower Saranac Lake\|Lower Saranac]]—Lowell, Emerson, Stillman, and the rest. And how philosophically a motorman may be seen delving into the ''Fable for Critics'' just as serious as though he was making the turn at Union Square, more so perhaps because at Union Square the motorman does not care, but in Saranac he does care, because he knows that there you are judged by what you read.

	There is, of course, not enough "local" reading to go round, and so the authors directly associated with the Adirondacks form only a portion of the aggregate wisdom that is daily absorbed. The village has its circulating library, and there is another library at Dr. Trudeau's sanitarium. Both of these contain standard works and also the current novels. A man who was a fine carpenter before his health "broke down," and whose reading previous to his trip to Saranac had been confined to the newspapers with the biggest headlines, may be seen to spend an hour in the library looking for a book he thinks he will like. He will pass by Will Carlton and Mr. Dooley, although his name may be Pat Keefe; will glance at the volume on the Dickens shelf, may read a line or two in ''Vanity Fair'' and then he deliberately will take down Kant's ''Critique of Pure Reason'' and carry it to his cottage, confident that he has a work worth reading. He will then put in a couple of weeks of as hard work as he ever did on a scaffolding.		There is, of course, not enough "local" reading to go round, and so the authors directly associated with the Adirondacks form only a portion of the aggregate wisdom that is daily absorbed. The village has its circulating library, and there is another library at Dr. Trudeau's sanitarium. Both of these contain standard works and also the current novels. A man who was a fine carpenter before his health "broke down," and whose reading previous to his trip to Saranac had been confined to the newspapers with the biggest headlines, may be seen to spend an hour in the library looking for a book he thinks he will like. He will pass by Will Carlton and Mr. Dooley, although his name may be Pat Keefe; will glance at the volume on the Dickens shelf, may read a line or two in ''Vanity Fair'' and then he deliberately will take down Kant's ''Critique of Pure Reason'' and carry it to his cottage, confident that he has a work worth reading. He will then put in a couple of weeks of as hard work as he ever did on a scaffolding.

MWanner: Text replacement - "Meacham Lake" to "Meacham Lake"

2026-07-01T12:04:13Z

Text replacement - "Meacham Lake" to "Meacham Lake"

← Older revision		Revision as of 12:04, 1 July 2026
Line 42:		Line 42:
	THEY call it the open air cure in Saranac (albeit there are those not initiated into the curative degree), but to the outsider it would seem to be the book cure. Everybody is reading most of the time. When they are not they are either talking books or taking their temperature, the latter an art in itself which is developed to a marvellous degree by those who have the chronic Saranac habit. They always talk in tenths these temperature folks do. It is remarkable the way they can divide and subdivide the graduations on the clinic thermometer for which they have paid $1.25 at [[Kendall's\|Kendall's]]— if you don t get your drugs and things at Kendall's you are like the man from New Orleans who accents the last syllable. They will take their temperature immediately before and after each meal, half way between, and again before they go to bed. If it is 101.1 at three o clock this afternoon, whereas it was 101.2 at the same hour yesterday, a letter is written home about it, the exertion of which immediately increases the temperature a full degree; but this is not known because it won,t be time to take it again until six o clock and then it will have dropped to perhaps 100.7. It does not matter how high the fever may be between times, if it only can be officially recorded low at the stated hours for "taking" it, why, everything is all right. A young woman was "running temperatures" last winter and was put to bed. She wished to go sleighing one afternoon and her physician promised permission provided her temperature would be normal. When she saw him coming to the house on the afternoon in question, she reached out of her open window—one wonders why they have windows in Saranac since they are always open—and broke off an icicle, a piece of which she placed under her tongue. She took the thermometer from the doctor with the utmost confidence, and this time he didn't have to remind her to hold it well under her tongue When the doctor looked at the thermometer he became greatly agitated and the first thing the girl knew she was the centre of a commotion caused by a nurse, maids, and hot water bottles. Pretty soon a saline solution was administered. She then overheard the doctor telling the nurse that the temperature had dropped to 94 and he feared in her frail condition she could not survive such a collapse. The girl was uncertain then whether the icicle played a joke on her or on her doctor. She didn't go sleighing and that doctor didn't call on her again.		THEY call it the open air cure in Saranac (albeit there are those not initiated into the curative degree), but to the outsider it would seem to be the book cure. Everybody is reading most of the time. When they are not they are either talking books or taking their temperature, the latter an art in itself which is developed to a marvellous degree by those who have the chronic Saranac habit. They always talk in tenths these temperature folks do. It is remarkable the way they can divide and subdivide the graduations on the clinic thermometer for which they have paid $1.25 at [[Kendall's\|Kendall's]]— if you don t get your drugs and things at Kendall's you are like the man from New Orleans who accents the last syllable. They will take their temperature immediately before and after each meal, half way between, and again before they go to bed. If it is 101.1 at three o clock this afternoon, whereas it was 101.2 at the same hour yesterday, a letter is written home about it, the exertion of which immediately increases the temperature a full degree; but this is not known because it won,t be time to take it again until six o clock and then it will have dropped to perhaps 100.7. It does not matter how high the fever may be between times, if it only can be officially recorded low at the stated hours for "taking" it, why, everything is all right. A young woman was "running temperatures" last winter and was put to bed. She wished to go sleighing one afternoon and her physician promised permission provided her temperature would be normal. When she saw him coming to the house on the afternoon in question, she reached out of her open window—one wonders why they have windows in Saranac since they are always open—and broke off an icicle, a piece of which she placed under her tongue. She took the thermometer from the doctor with the utmost confidence, and this time he didn't have to remind her to hold it well under her tongue When the doctor looked at the thermometer he became greatly agitated and the first thing the girl knew she was the centre of a commotion caused by a nurse, maids, and hot water bottles. Pretty soon a saline solution was administered. She then overheard the doctor telling the nurse that the temperature had dropped to 94 and he feared in her frail condition she could not survive such a collapse. The girl was uncertain then whether the icicle played a joke on her or on her doctor. She didn't go sleighing and that doctor didn't call on her again.

	But the temperature stunts are only an incident to this story. It is books that strikes the visitor as being the ''modus operandi'' of the Saranac cure. It does not matter whether or not you ever have read a line in your life, if you go to the Adirondacks as an invalid you will be reading before you know it, and, what is worse, you will get to talking about what you read. You may be a splendid bricklayer, and have gone along plying your trade for years oblivious of [[Robert Louis Stevenson\|Robert Louis Stevenson]], but you won't be in Saranac a day until you have heard that Stevenson spent a winter there, and the second day you will be writing home for ''The Master of Ballantrae'' or else buying it at "[[Book Store\|The Book Store]]," provided your allowance is not too limited. The reason you chose The Master of Ballantrae is that you have been told that Stevenson wrote it over there on Baker's stoop. Stevenson troubled that stoop of Baker's very little during the winter he boarded at the cottage. In fact, he was anything but a faithful taker of the cure. However, he was a celebrity, had been to Saranac, and Saranac will never forget him. They also read everything available about [[Frank Ives\|Frank Ives]], the billiard player, who, like Stevenson spent a winter in Saranac, and later, unlike Stevenson, chose Arizona instead of Samoa to die in. By and by, if any publisher is enterprising enough to print "The Letters of a Self-Made Jockey to His Boss," by Danny Maher there is sure to be sufficient sale for it in Saranac alone to defray the expense of the first edition, because Danny gets enough "cure" in the village every winter to last him during the racing season. ''David Harum'' is of course a great favourite among the invalids not because it is ''David Harum'' but because poor Westcott took the cure at [[~~Meacham Lake\|~~Meacham Lake]] and died. Then there is Cooper, and the members of the [[Philosophers' Camp\|Philosophers' Camp]] of long ago on the [[Lower Saranac Lake\|Lower Saranac]]—Lowell, Emerson, Stillman, and the rest. And how philosophically a motorman may be seen delving into the ''Fable for Critics'' just as serious as though he was making the turn at Union Square, more so perhaps because at Union Square the motorman does not care, but in Saranac he does care, because he knows that there you are judged by what you read.		But the temperature stunts are only an incident to this story. It is books that strikes the visitor as being the ''modus operandi'' of the Saranac cure. It does not matter whether or not you ever have read a line in your life, if you go to the Adirondacks as an invalid you will be reading before you know it, and, what is worse, you will get to talking about what you read. You may be a splendid bricklayer, and have gone along plying your trade for years oblivious of [[Robert Louis Stevenson\|Robert Louis Stevenson]], but you won't be in Saranac a day until you have heard that Stevenson spent a winter there, and the second day you will be writing home for ''The Master of Ballantrae'' or else buying it at "[[Book Store\|The Book Store]]," provided your allowance is not too limited. The reason you chose The Master of Ballantrae is that you have been told that Stevenson wrote it over there on Baker's stoop. Stevenson troubled that stoop of Baker's very little during the winter he boarded at the cottage. In fact, he was anything but a faithful taker of the cure. However, he was a celebrity, had been to Saranac, and Saranac will never forget him. They also read everything available about [[Frank Ives\|Frank Ives]], the billiard player, who, like Stevenson spent a winter in Saranac, and later, unlike Stevenson, chose Arizona instead of Samoa to die in. By and by, if any publisher is enterprising enough to print "The Letters of a Self-Made Jockey to His Boss," by Danny Maher there is sure to be sufficient sale for it in Saranac alone to defray the expense of the first edition, because Danny gets enough "cure" in the village every winter to last him during the racing season. ''David Harum'' is of course a great favourite among the invalids not because it is ''David Harum'' but because poor Westcott took the cure at [[Meacham Lake]] and died. Then there is Cooper, and the members of the [[Philosophers' Camp\|Philosophers' Camp]] of long ago on the [[Lower Saranac Lake\|Lower Saranac]]—Lowell, Emerson, Stillman, and the rest. And how philosophically a motorman may be seen delving into the ''Fable for Critics'' just as serious as though he was making the turn at Union Square, more so perhaps because at Union Square the motorman does not care, but in Saranac he does care, because he knows that there you are judged by what you read.

	There is, of course, not enough "local" reading to go round, and so the authors directly associated with the Adirondacks form only a portion of the aggregate wisdom that is daily absorbed. The village has its circulating library, and there is another library at Dr. Trudeau's sanitarium. Both of these contain standard works and also the current novels. A man who was a fine carpenter before his health "broke down," and whose reading previous to his trip to Saranac had been confined to the newspapers with the biggest headlines, may be seen to spend an hour in the library looking for a book he thinks he will like. He will pass by Will Carlton and Mr. Dooley, although his name may be Pat Keefe; will glance at the volume on the Dickens shelf, may read a line or two in ''Vanity Fair'' and then he deliberately will take down Kant's ''Critique of Pure Reason'' and carry it to his cottage, confident that he has a work worth reading. He will then put in a couple of weeks of as hard work as he ever did on a scaffolding.		There is, of course, not enough "local" reading to go round, and so the authors directly associated with the Adirondacks form only a portion of the aggregate wisdom that is daily absorbed. The village has its circulating library, and there is another library at Dr. Trudeau's sanitarium. Both of these contain standard works and also the current novels. A man who was a fine carpenter before his health "broke down," and whose reading previous to his trip to Saranac had been confined to the newspapers with the biggest headlines, may be seen to spend an hour in the library looking for a book he thinks he will like. He will pass by Will Carlton and Mr. Dooley, although his name may be Pat Keefe; will glance at the volume on the Dickens shelf, may read a line or two in ''Vanity Fair'' and then he deliberately will take down Kant's ''Critique of Pure Reason'' and carry it to his cottage, confident that he has a work worth reading. He will then put in a couple of weeks of as hard work as he ever did on a scaffolding.

MWanner: Text replacement - "Wallace Murray" to "Wallace Murray"

2026-04-19T14:36:26Z

Text replacement - "Wallace Murray" to "Wallace Murray"

← Older revision		Revision as of 14:36, 19 April 2026
Line 35:		Line 35:
	''Plattsburgh Press'', May 29, 1906		''Plattsburgh Press'', May 29, 1906

	The "How To Get Well Book," has had so large a sale since the publication of the first edition here in January, that it has been found necessary to have it printed in large numbers in Utica. Mr. [[~~Wallace Murray\|~~Wallace Murray]] of the [[Riverside Publishing Company\|Riverside Publishing Company]], is contemplating installing presses exclusively for this booklet.		The "How To Get Well Book," has had so large a sale since the publication of the first edition here in January, that it has been found necessary to have it printed in large numbers in Utica. Mr. [[Wallace Murray]] of the [[Riverside Publishing Company\|Riverside Publishing Company]], is contemplating installing presses exclusively for this booklet.
	-----		-----

MWanner: Text replacement - "" to ""

2025-12-30T22:08:01Z

Text replacement - "</nowiki>" to ""

← Older revision		Revision as of 22:08, 30 December 2025
Line 1:		Line 1:


	[[File:Early Curing.jpg\|right\|thumb\|Early curing at the [[Linwood Cottage]]— note the absence of [[Cure Chairs\|cure chairs]]. ''[[Adirondack Daily Enterprise]]'', December 6, 1985 ~~</nowiki>~~]]		[[File:Early Curing.jpg\|right\|thumb\|Early curing at the [[Linwood Cottage]]— note the absence of [[Cure Chairs\|cure chairs]]. ''[[Adirondack Daily Enterprise]]'', December 6, 1985 ]]

	[[File:Curing at Ray Brook.jpg\|right\|thumb\|Curing at Ray Brook, undated. ''Adirondack Daily Enterprise'', January 8, 2005 ]]		[[File:Curing at Ray Brook.jpg\|right\|thumb\|Curing at Ray Brook, undated. ''Adirondack Daily Enterprise'', January 8, 2005 ]]
Line 38:		Line 38:
	-----		-----

	[[File:Patients at Trudeau.jpg\|right\|thumb\|Patients at Trudeau, undated. Courtesy of [[Janet Dudones]]. ]] ~~</nowiki>~~'''THE CURE AT SARANAC'''		[[File:Patients at Trudeau.jpg\|right\|thumb\|Patients at Trudeau, undated. Courtesy of [[Janet Dudones]]. ]] '''THE CURE AT SARANAC'''

	THEY call it the open air cure in Saranac (albeit there are those not initiated into the curative degree), but to the outsider it would seem to be the book cure. Everybody is reading most of the time. When they are not they are either talking books or taking their temperature, the latter an art in itself which is developed to a marvellous degree by those who have the chronic Saranac habit. They always talk in tenths these temperature folks do. It is remarkable the way they can divide and subdivide the graduations on the clinic thermometer for which they have paid $1.25 at [[Kendall's\|Kendall's]]— if you don t get your drugs and things at Kendall's you are like the man from New Orleans who accents the last syllable. They will take their temperature immediately before and after each meal, half way between, and again before they go to bed. If it is 101.1 at three o clock this afternoon, whereas it was 101.2 at the same hour yesterday, a letter is written home about it, the exertion of which immediately increases the temperature a full degree; but this is not known because it won,t be time to take it again until six o clock and then it will have dropped to perhaps 100.7. It does not matter how high the fever may be between times, if it only can be officially recorded low at the stated hours for "taking" it, why, everything is all right. A young woman was "running temperatures" last winter and was put to bed. She wished to go sleighing one afternoon and her physician promised permission provided her temperature would be normal. When she saw him coming to the house on the afternoon in question, she reached out of her open window—one wonders why they have windows in Saranac since they are always open—and broke off an icicle, a piece of which she placed under her tongue. She took the thermometer from the doctor with the utmost confidence, and this time he didn't have to remind her to hold it well under her tongue When the doctor looked at the thermometer he became greatly agitated and the first thing the girl knew she was the centre of a commotion caused by a nurse, maids, and hot water bottles. Pretty soon a saline solution was administered. She then overheard the doctor telling the nurse that the temperature had dropped to 94 and he feared in her frail condition she could not survive such a collapse. The girl was uncertain then whether the icicle played a joke on her or on her doctor. She didn't go sleighing and that doctor didn't call on her again.		THEY call it the open air cure in Saranac (albeit there are those not initiated into the curative degree), but to the outsider it would seem to be the book cure. Everybody is reading most of the time. When they are not they are either talking books or taking their temperature, the latter an art in itself which is developed to a marvellous degree by those who have the chronic Saranac habit. They always talk in tenths these temperature folks do. It is remarkable the way they can divide and subdivide the graduations on the clinic thermometer for which they have paid $1.25 at [[Kendall's\|Kendall's]]— if you don t get your drugs and things at Kendall's you are like the man from New Orleans who accents the last syllable. They will take their temperature immediately before and after each meal, half way between, and again before they go to bed. If it is 101.1 at three o clock this afternoon, whereas it was 101.2 at the same hour yesterday, a letter is written home about it, the exertion of which immediately increases the temperature a full degree; but this is not known because it won,t be time to take it again until six o clock and then it will have dropped to perhaps 100.7. It does not matter how high the fever may be between times, if it only can be officially recorded low at the stated hours for "taking" it, why, everything is all right. A young woman was "running temperatures" last winter and was put to bed. She wished to go sleighing one afternoon and her physician promised permission provided her temperature would be normal. When she saw him coming to the house on the afternoon in question, she reached out of her open window—one wonders why they have windows in Saranac since they are always open—and broke off an icicle, a piece of which she placed under her tongue. She took the thermometer from the doctor with the utmost confidence, and this time he didn't have to remind her to hold it well under her tongue When the doctor looked at the thermometer he became greatly agitated and the first thing the girl knew she was the centre of a commotion caused by a nurse, maids, and hot water bottles. Pretty soon a saline solution was administered. She then overheard the doctor telling the nurse that the temperature had dropped to 94 and he feared in her frail condition she could not survive such a collapse. The girl was uncertain then whether the icicle played a joke on her or on her doctor. She didn't go sleighing and that doctor didn't call on her again.

MWanner: Text replacement - "" to ""

2025-12-30T22:00:46Z

Text replacement - "<nowiki>" to ""

← Older revision		Revision as of 22:00, 30 December 2025
Line 1:		Line 1:


	[[File:Early Curing.jpg\|right\|thumb\|Early curing at the [[Linwood Cottage]]— note the absence of [[Cure Chairs\|cure chairs]]. ''[[Adirondack Daily Enterprise]]''~~<nowiki>~~, December 6, 1985 </nowiki>]]		[[File:Early Curing.jpg\|right\|thumb\|Early curing at the [[Linwood Cottage]]— note the absence of [[Cure Chairs\|cure chairs]]. ''[[Adirondack Daily Enterprise]]'', December 6, 1985 </nowiki>]]

	[[File:Curing at Ray Brook.jpg\|right\|thumb\|Curing at Ray Brook, undated. ''Adirondack Daily Enterprise'', January 8, 2005 ]]		[[File:Curing at Ray Brook.jpg\|right\|thumb\|Curing at Ray Brook, undated. ''Adirondack Daily Enterprise'', January 8, 2005 ]]
Line 38:		Line 38:
	-----		-----

	[[File:Patients at Trudeau.jpg\|right\|thumb\|Patients at Trudeau, undated. Courtesy of [[Janet Dudones]]. ]]~~<nowiki>~~ </nowiki>'''THE CURE AT SARANAC'''		[[File:Patients at Trudeau.jpg\|right\|thumb\|Patients at Trudeau, undated. Courtesy of [[Janet Dudones]]. ]] </nowiki>'''THE CURE AT SARANAC'''

	THEY call it the open air cure in Saranac (albeit there are those not initiated into the curative degree), but to the outsider it would seem to be the book cure. Everybody is reading most of the time. When they are not they are either talking books or taking their temperature, the latter an art in itself which is developed to a marvellous degree by those who have the chronic Saranac habit. They always talk in tenths these temperature folks do. It is remarkable the way they can divide and subdivide the graduations on the clinic thermometer for which they have paid $1.25 at [[Kendall's\|Kendall's]]— if you don t get your drugs and things at Kendall's you are like the man from New Orleans who accents the last syllable. They will take their temperature immediately before and after each meal, half way between, and again before they go to bed. If it is 101.1 at three o clock this afternoon, whereas it was 101.2 at the same hour yesterday, a letter is written home about it, the exertion of which immediately increases the temperature a full degree; but this is not known because it won,t be time to take it again until six o clock and then it will have dropped to perhaps 100.7. It does not matter how high the fever may be between times, if it only can be officially recorded low at the stated hours for "taking" it, why, everything is all right. A young woman was "running temperatures" last winter and was put to bed. She wished to go sleighing one afternoon and her physician promised permission provided her temperature would be normal. When she saw him coming to the house on the afternoon in question, she reached out of her open window—one wonders why they have windows in Saranac since they are always open—and broke off an icicle, a piece of which she placed under her tongue. She took the thermometer from the doctor with the utmost confidence, and this time he didn't have to remind her to hold it well under her tongue When the doctor looked at the thermometer he became greatly agitated and the first thing the girl knew she was the centre of a commotion caused by a nurse, maids, and hot water bottles. Pretty soon a saline solution was administered. She then overheard the doctor telling the nurse that the temperature had dropped to 94 and he feared in her frail condition she could not survive such a collapse. The girl was uncertain then whether the icicle played a joke on her or on her doctor. She didn't go sleighing and that doctor didn't call on her again.		THEY call it the open air cure in Saranac (albeit there are those not initiated into the curative degree), but to the outsider it would seem to be the book cure. Everybody is reading most of the time. When they are not they are either talking books or taking their temperature, the latter an art in itself which is developed to a marvellous degree by those who have the chronic Saranac habit. They always talk in tenths these temperature folks do. It is remarkable the way they can divide and subdivide the graduations on the clinic thermometer for which they have paid $1.25 at [[Kendall's\|Kendall's]]— if you don t get your drugs and things at Kendall's you are like the man from New Orleans who accents the last syllable. They will take their temperature immediately before and after each meal, half way between, and again before they go to bed. If it is 101.1 at three o clock this afternoon, whereas it was 101.2 at the same hour yesterday, a letter is written home about it, the exertion of which immediately increases the temperature a full degree; but this is not known because it won,t be time to take it again until six o clock and then it will have dropped to perhaps 100.7. It does not matter how high the fever may be between times, if it only can be officially recorded low at the stated hours for "taking" it, why, everything is all right. A young woman was "running temperatures" last winter and was put to bed. She wished to go sleighing one afternoon and her physician promised permission provided her temperature would be normal. When she saw him coming to the house on the afternoon in question, she reached out of her open window—one wonders why they have windows in Saranac since they are always open—and broke off an icicle, a piece of which she placed under her tongue. She took the thermometer from the doctor with the utmost confidence, and this time he didn't have to remind her to hold it well under her tongue When the doctor looked at the thermometer he became greatly agitated and the first thing the girl knew she was the centre of a commotion caused by a nurse, maids, and hot water bottles. Pretty soon a saline solution was administered. She then overheard the doctor telling the nurse that the temperature had dropped to 94 and he feared in her frail condition she could not survive such a collapse. The girl was uncertain then whether the icicle played a joke on her or on her doctor. She didn't go sleighing and that doctor didn't call on her again.

MWanner: Text replacement - "Adirondack Daily Enterprise" to "Adirondack Daily Enterprise"

2025-12-30T04:24:37Z

Text replacement - "Adirondack Daily Enterprise" to "Adirondack Daily Enterprise"

← Older revision		Revision as of 04:24, 30 December 2025
Line 16:		Line 16:
	-----		-----

	Excerpt from an article on the [[Lent Cottage\|Lent Cottage]] by Phil Gallos in the ''[[~~Adirondack Daily Enterprise\|~~Adirondack Daily Enterprise]]'' November 11, 1982:		Excerpt from an article on the [[Lent Cottage\|Lent Cottage]] by Phil Gallos in the ''[[Adirondack Daily Enterprise]]'' November 11, 1982:

	It was early apparent to the medical community in Saranac Lake that a patient's emotional condition had a crucial impact on his or her chances for recovery, and the relationship between patient and family had obvious bearing.		It was early apparent to the medical community in Saranac Lake that a patient's emotional condition had a crucial impact on his or her chances for recovery, and the relationship between patient and family had obvious bearing.

MWanner: Text replacement - "http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/" to "Wikipedia:"

2025-12-23T17:52:35Z

Text replacement - "http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/" to "Wikipedia:"

← Older revision		Revision as of 17:52, 23 December 2025
Line 106:		Line 106:
	===Footnotes===		===Footnotes===

	1. See articles on [[Lawrason Brown\|Lawrason Brown]] and [[George Jarvis\|George Jarvis]]<br>2. [[~~http~~:~~//en.wikipedia.org/wiki/~~Tuberculosis_treatment\|Wikipedia - Tuberculosis - Surgical treatment]]		1. See articles on [[Lawrason Brown\|Lawrason Brown]] and [[George Jarvis\|George Jarvis]]<br>2. [[Wikipedia:Tuberculosis_treatment\|Wikipedia - Tuberculosis - Surgical treatment]]

MWanner: Text replacement - "## Footnotes" to "===Footnotes==="

2025-12-23T17:07:49Z

Text replacement - "## Footnotes" to "===Footnotes==="

← Older revision		Revision as of 17:07, 23 December 2025
Line 104:		Line 104:
	===Comments===		===Comments===

	## Footnotes		===Footnotes===

	1. See articles on [[Lawrason Brown\|Lawrason Brown]] and [[George Jarvis\|George Jarvis]]<br>2. [[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tuberculosis_treatment\|Wikipedia - Tuberculosis - Surgical treatment]]		1. See articles on [[Lawrason Brown\|Lawrason Brown]] and [[George Jarvis\|George Jarvis]]<br>2. [[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tuberculosis_treatment\|Wikipedia - Tuberculosis - Surgical treatment]]