The note on the left announces that the spindles in the crates are dirty.
Note the large belt pulley in the center of the frame. Follow the axel it’s on and you’ll see several belts still attached to the drive, which was originally steam-driven.
Aluminum spools replaced their wooden counterparts, later in the factory’s history.
The batch tag specifies some of the technical properties of the silk worked here.
There were bins with hundreds of spools in them in the basement.
A classic Eveready, borrowed from Herb’s office.
These wide spools sit atop the abandoned tracks that lead to the train shed, which was later repurposed into a truck shed.
Empty spools, thousands of them, were around the mill.
Standing atop the dust collector, the factory breaks down into diverging patterns, processes.
I really like the porcelain guides for the silk threads, probably used because they could be polished for perfect, persistent, smoothness.
This picture typifies the industrial ideal of the early 20th century. More metal than air. More efficiency than beauty. More profits than people.
The left wall is stacked high with wooden crates holding spools. Tags hang on machines describing the last batch of silk the mill ever produced.
We know what the ladies’ favorite treats were! Found holding parts on a repair cart.
A wonderful porcelain drinking fountain on the first floor. Note how it’s wrapped.
I wonder when fluorescent lighting was added.