Blending the explosive ingredients was dangerous. It is no wonder that the blending house had so many emergency slides.
The top of the headframe, and in a sense, the mine itself. This pulley carried the life line of the mine and the men in it.
In what Studebaker called the ‘Materials Building’ are these giant concrete bins of fine molding sand, there for casting metal parts using the molten metal from the adjoining building. On the far left side there is a train track and once upon a time a gantry crane traced the room under the roof
The Hamm-stenciled chairs are all destroyed as far as I know, now, as are the custom ladders built in-house for the company. Taken between the Filter House and Keg Wash House.
The secret sweet-yet-salty center of the nameless factoryscape. Home base, tuned to rule the AC and turn out Product X at record rates, I’m sure.
A reminder to the manlift riders to get off the belt before they hit their heads on the ceiling. This is the top level of the headhouse, where dust collectors would extract most of the grain bits from the air to reduce risk of explosion.
A romance novel left by some worker–lunch break reading–now sits under a grease stick.
The elevator tower seems to have been built with expansion of the dock in mind.
The basement of the laboratories is the home of the ore grinder. I’m sure it was noisy.