If there was a problem with the conveyor belt, the grain would go out these chutes.
A caustic tank in one of the unremodeled brewhouse backrooms.
Goop and slop slip to drop in the shame drain.
A primitive intercom system connected the various wards to their respective nurse’s stations. They looked hand-made and likely originated, in part, in the FFSH carpentry shop. They were often placed high, like this one, to be out of patient reach.
An ad hoc scrawl remembers some long-done project.
A control panel that was mothballed, anticipating a time when the plant may be reactivated.
On first impression it might look like a funky mailbox, but trust me on this one; it’s a flour bolter chute. In flour milling, “bolting” means sifting the flour through successively smaller screens.