Taken in a closet in the middle of the demolished coke ovens. No doubt, these charts were for equipment in the ovens.
The workshop sat below the main working floor and had serious power going to it.
Far above the areas that were heavily scrapped, I found some old bottles to collect samples of the sour mash whiskey as it made its was from the distillation room to barrel filling.
Leather shoes in a supply closet. They seem to me men’s shoes.
A classic Eveready, borrowed from Herb’s office.
We mark our world in unexpected ways… this is how patient possessions would be stored during their stay in the old asylum wards. It’s about the size of a shoebox, and this particular drawer has a name where the others do not. Its place reminded me of the hospital cemetery where more than 3,000 are buried and less than 1% of whom are recorded by stone or plaque in their resting place.
Colorado, the most miningest state in the union, seems to be pictured in this lunchroom mural.
No wonder the factory shut down; everyone was scheduled to work 9 to 5 and the clock’s broken! (In all seriousness, this is/used to be a beautiful timepiece, especially for a utilitarian factory like this.