Hydeville Mill: The Rise and Fall of the Phoenix Woolen Company
If you judged Hydeville Mill by its exterior today, you would not call it a historic producer of fine doeskins or cassimere. You would call it a graveyard for heavy machinery. When my exploring partner J and I arrived, the parking lot looked less like a monument to industry and more like a waiting room for rusty backhoes, paratransit vans, and tractors in various stages of decay. We did not linger outside. We slipped inside, expecting empty floors or rotting looms. Instead, we found a vintage red Chevy jacked inexplicably high toward the ceiling. It is a strange phenomenon I have noticed in my travels. Whether I am in New Jersey, New York, Connecticut, or Delaware, abandoned mills seem to come with a peculiar side dish. They almost always hide a vintage automobile tucked away in some forgotten corner. It happens so frequently that it has become a running theme in my work, as if these industrial giants simply swallow cars whole. We documented what we could see, but we missed the most fa...