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.
This drying house was full of ventilation ducts, broken scales, and insulated carts to haul powder around the line.
One of the cupola air intakes, rattled loose by the demolition downstairs, hangs stranded on the second floor. You can see that the floor I’m standing on in this picture used to extend all the way to the right wall. The blue paint on the wall made the climb absolutely worth it.
While the last of the Studebaker production buildings were being demolished, I visited again. Here’s a shot taken shortly after the demolition crew left for the day.
A fireproof room in the basement, perhaps for ammunition storage at one time.
The parts room had the best light in the whole plant.
The head distiller could walk out of their office to this balcony and overlook the whole fermentation process in a glance.
This is a 1956 furnace. It was used to forge wheels, casings, and parts for the axel shop.
Dirty filters for some equipment hang, awaiting a purpose.