“There was no big switch to throw to shut it down. The mill ran through the cotton in its warehouse. Slowly, over weeks, as one part of the production line was no longer needed, it was closed down, and then the next, and the next, and the people were laid off as their stations went silent. The mill died in pieces.” from The Most They Ever Had by Rick Bragg
Too often mill towns relied on one industry I think.
And all too often this is what is found after. Old buildings whose walls carry stories no longer of use. After manufacturing has moved overseas for cheaper labor. After the ones who gave their hands and time move on in search of new jobs and skills. After the ones who gave years of their life have now retired.
This is what remains after. Time will only tell if after can be considered progress.
Linking up with xoxo, Trina for Photo Friday.
