Once a week, we were taken to Duncan Falls. The factory was in
still in operation then. I remember standing on the bridge in the middle of town,
eating candy, looking down at the river. Can't remember the name of the girl I was
with.
Now in those beautiful New England former factory towns, the noise of the
factory workers in the streets is enduring. I can still imagine it. So
different from the rural towns where a century of comfortable conformity
lingers around the well preserved, white painted homes.
In North Adams, Massachusetts, at another new museum which was once
factory site, a German artist (her name is Christina Kubisch) repaired
the old clocktower so that once again it ticks the work day hours, and
its bells, which used to ring every 15 minutes when there were thousands
of workers, have begun to ring again.