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