On my first self-guided tour, the calculator was caught my eye because it was one of the few things left behind in the laboratories that filled the second floor. On my next trip, it had been smashed to pieces.
One of the few artifacts left in the chapel section is this old floor buffing machine.
One basement room has a pile of x-rays of miners, taken and stored by the company.
These machines had embossed metal numbers marking their ends.
A coveted corner office, full of former thrift store wares.
Asbestos-cord-wrapped glass tongs piled in a shed next to the pouring line.
The mill itself is one giant room sectioned into levels–more catwalks than concrete. Here you can see the evaporators and have a sense for the miles and miles of pipes that zigzag through the plant.
The flour mill’s interior is really just a system of steel and rubber tubes that crush flour over and over in the gap. This mill was never run off of water power directly, but it used to generate power using the river.
The women’s ward had a player piano in it, likely a donation.
The first step of the filtering process is being spun through this tube.