In one of the small offices there’s this machine that bills itself as “The Recorder.” I’m an old tech geek and I still don’t know what this really does.
Where workers’ pay would be doled out and collected.
In the mine offices, hooks and a board with numbers was the system to keep track of who was in the mine and who was safe.
Scrawls on the side of the beams of the ‘Pipe Shop;.
Broken dishes and rotten burlap, mixed with the general trash left behind after the roof collapsed on the poor house.
The top floor’s old-fashioned hospital ways were too much to pass without a photo or two… with the paint falling off the walls it was as if the building was shedding its skin in an effort to become rejuvenated or useful.
A wrecked pressure gauge and employee time cards.
Some of the internal staircases were fitted with cages that wound round down the stairs to deter suicidal patients from taking a dive.
The great stenciled number on this chute caught my eye.