By the looks of the custom work bench, someone in upholstery got a little carried away!
In the office at the end of the dock are two brooms. One is from the last ore train. One is from the last boat.
Kate for scale. Powder that passed the floatation level was flowed over sluice tables, another mass-based way of separating gold. I’ve never seen so many of these in one place. Though it was a hardrock mine, it worked more like a placer mine.
Two versions of Detroit. One where buildings stand tall and proud, and one where they wilt under the sun. It’s an amazing juxtaposition.
The women’s ward had a player piano in it, likely a donation.
Can you imagine workers in a food plant smoking on the job today?