Come witness the ingenuity and horror of nineteenth century industry!
I found out about this old flour mill turned museum through Yelp, saw pictures of chickens and thought "Hey, let's take the kiddos this weekend!" Sure enough, we pull up and there's a large turkey making that weird alien "gobble-gobble" noise. The kids were immediately impressed. It didn't take long to find the chickens we saw in the photos and it took even less time for my three boys to chase them. "Don't chase my chickens!" the ranger yelled. Alright, that's less fun than chasing them but I guess we can refrain. "You wanna have a tour?" she asked. "Sure, I guess? Is it an hour? Because if so, that sounds painful since I have five kids." (Alright, I didn't say that. But I thought it.)
So we go on the tour which features all sorts of Victorian era machinery not fit for human hands. Anyway, the kids got to touch all of that stuff in all of its amputating glory. Big leather belts that go "WhirWhirWhir" and rusty chains going "CrickCrickCrick," it's all here so you too can witness life before Osha and health inspectors.
We got to see the old bathroom who's toilet emptied right into the river below! Asking about this the ranger opened a hatch in the floor, a hatch mind you, large enough for any of my children to plummet 20' to raging turbines of antiquity below. What fun!
Next, we got to venture into the basement where all of the ghosts of child labor are sure to still lurk after dark. Here my children had the joy of walking around missing floorboards and peering down dark shafts into the river and moving shafts of ironwork that power the medieval ironwork above. Do you think I held onto my children as they leaned over the river while large 100 year old turbines spun wildly below so they could get a good view? I sure did, buddy.
We ventured upstairs where we could see how they constructed the mill. Apparently they used a method that doesn't require nails. I thought about that and wondered if that's why the mill itself felt like it was on the verge of collapse. 150 years, the Oregon rain, and tons of spinning machinery rarely do wonders for structural integrity.
So the tour ended and we were duly impressed. The kids thought the whole thing was fantastic while I was amazed we all got out alive with limbs still intact. The turkey, have freed itself from its pen, blocked our escape making that dreadful noise and, I swear, trying to intimidate our 12 passenger Ford E150.
Highly recommended for people trying to show their children the kinds of working conditions they would have endured 100 years ago and threatening them with sending them to India should they step out of line; I'm sure similar conditions still exist there. It's also free, which is good and I recommend it as punishment for juvenile offenders. read more