Chain factory
Wow! Is how I
explain this place and I just want to stay and play all day.
It smells of my dad’s
old garage and so I can imagine my dad as one of the men working and maintaining
the machines. My dad is an innovative man and he would really have appreciated
this place.
The chain machine
blew me away. The way it knew what to do and the sheer fact that it looked like
it was alive. I could have sat there and watched it for hours and I’m sure the
amazement would have taken a long time to wear off.
It made me sad to
think that one day that place would not be there anymore and that all the
machines would be shipped out to buyers of museums and other places and that the
essence of that very historical building, that probably housed many workers and
helped many people survive, will be gone.
It makes me think about how we take for granted
that we can just buy things but have no idea how some things come to be.
The machinery in
there was ingenious and when you step back and think that someone made the
machines, that someone specialized in each part of that machine’s creation is something
very special.
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