The middle section of the smokestacks were coal hoppers, and this device would load the coal into the hoppers from the conveyor belt it rode across. The bottom section of the stacks were storage rooms while the very top were, surprise, chimneys for the power plant.
This machine was last overhauled in February 1955, and last turned out Crepe silk, probably dress material.
A typical room in Birtle.
The old hotel doesn’t like to show its age. Indeed, if it had a few paint job and soft remodel it would be fit to open–that is, if there was a need for it in this tiny rural New York town.
The coal extractor swings back and forth, ripping coal from the ground and throwing it on a conveyor belt to be burned a few miles away.
One of the machines left over in the underground magnetic separation plant.
When I looked out of the old mill, I couldn’t help but wonder what the hell was holding it all up.
A damaged roof channeled rain onto the adobe walls, cutting them in half. In the distance, a preserved house and the ruins of the Colmor School.
This dock goes between loading bays (see glass brick walls) and the railroad.