Workers in the basement tunnels had to communicate with the workhouse operators 100 feet above and vice versa. Alarms and bells were installed to signal trouble over the sound of the elevator machinery.
I assume this sign used to sit near the highway that snakes around the mine and town.
Paint lines were constantly monitored through big windows. Adjustments could be made on the dedicated consoles. This is what most of the painting floor looked like.
1950s safety posters about static and proper footware hide in remote offices, where the curious haven’t stolen them… yet.
Don’t let Mitchell Engine House run out of steam…
More than half a century of plans rot in the shadows, seemingly useless.
A burned and rusted control panel in the corner of the new hoist room.
A few from atop the steam gauges along the western wall. The turbines were scrapped quickly after the plant closed, it seemed.