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Middletown's Mohawk Manufacturing Mill Over the Decades

Once again, I failed to take any former Mohawk Mfg Co exteriors. 馃檮 We pulled up to the old building, the car's engine humming softly before we killed it. J, ever casual, slipped between the fence and the building’s weathered walls, threading through the ornamental bushes with practiced ease. Suddenly, he whipped around, his face etched with unexpected concern. “What happened?” I asked, my pulse quickening at the sight of his urgency. “There’s a local Middletown cop parked right by the only entrance to the old Mohawk Mill,” J stammered. His usual cool demeanor had melted away, replaced by a sense of immediate alarm. Our hopes of a smooth, unnoticed entry vanished in that instant. We had anticipated an easy in-and-out job, but it seemed the law had other plans. He was parked right in the corner, a black-cloaked sentinel surveilling the property.  The blazing sun beat down on us as we trudged up the street, the oppressive humidity wrapping around us like a suffocating blanket. Our ne

Milford's Aerosol Techniques Factory

When I arrived at the former Aerosol Techniques factory, I was filled with a mix of anticipation and curiosity. Meeting a group of new friends for a day of urban exploration in Connecticut, we had a lineup of intriguing abandoned sites on our agenda. Our itinerary included the hauntingly beautiful Seaside Sanatorium, a former hospital, along with a few other potential spots that we were less certain about. We chose the factory as our starting point, mainly because it offered easy access and was conveniently situated next to a Lowe's hardware store. Walking along a well-trodden path, our group made a seamless transition onto the property. The sense of camaraderie was palpable as we embarked on our adventure with eager enthusiasm. The factory grounds, long deserted, were a canvas for countless graffiti artists. Every inch of the building was adorned with vibrant and eclectic street art, each piece telling its own story. This rich color and creativity set the perfect stage for our imp

Por fin demolici贸n: el fin de la empresa qu铆mica Wolff-Alport

La operaci贸n de Wolff-Alport Chemical Company en la d茅cada de 1940. Sin embargo, los registros fiscales de la ciudad de Nueva York s贸lo cubren este per铆odo y carecen de informaci贸n sobre los cambios significativos de la empresa en la d茅cada de 1980. (Fuente: Registros fiscales de la ciudad de Nueva York y Nueva York de los a帽os 40) Era una tarde tranquila, hace poco m谩s de un mes, cuando me dispuse a explorar uno de los 煤ltimos sitios Superfund que quedan en la ciudad de Nueva York, una reliquia de una 茅poca en la que la ciudad desempe帽aba un papel clandestino en la producci贸n de armas nucleares. Esta instalaci贸n abandonada hace mucho tiempo, escondida dentro de la expansi贸n urbana, hab铆a estado programada para su demolici贸n durante a帽os, pero permaneci贸 obstinadamente intacta hasta ahora. Mi viaje me llev贸 al final de Irving Avenue, donde se encuentra con Moffat Street. Aqu铆, en medio de una curva sutil, se encontraba una zona industrial sorprendentemente tranquila: el sue帽o de un exp

Inside the Old Remington Munitions Factory

Over the years, I have had the opportunity to visit the Remington Munitions Factory three times, each visit a unique experience. The first time, I ventured there alone, driven by curiosity to explore what remained of the once-bustling industrial complex. Back then, the neighborhood was far from welcoming, and my solo exploration felt risky. However, the allure of the factory’s history and its remnants was too strong to resist. Upon arrival, the decay was evident. The complex was a shadow of its former self, ravaged by time and neglect. Scrap metal scavengers had stripped the buildings of valuable copper, steel, and iron. Every surface was a canvas for graffiti, a mix of juvenile doodles and more elaborate street art left by local kids and adventurous visitors. A fire in 2017 had already claimed part of one building, and the area had a reputation for violence, with frequent assaults and shootings on Barnum Avenue. Despite the deterioration, the factory had a certain haunting beauty, esp

Forest City Cleaners and Launderers of Middletown

Unfortunately, I did not take any exteriors of this former laundromat. I blame the heat that day.  As we pulled up to our next target, a defunct laundry business, the sting of our recent failure still lingered. Just minutes before, we had attempted to gain entry into another historical property, the former Mohawk Manufacturing Company factory on Hamlin Street, only to be thwarted by a lone police vehicle sandwiched in the corner like a sentinel. This time, from our vantage point at the front of the building, it was immediately clear that we faced a similar challenge albeit not of the law enforcement kind. The structure was meticulously boarded up, with no ground-level entrances accessible. Refusing to give up so easily, J and I decided to circle around to the back, harboring a faint hope that perhaps someone had already created a discrete entry point out of the public's sight. Our optimism quickly dissipated as we discovered that the rear of the property was as secure as the front.

The Philbrick-Booth and Spencer Company of Hartford

  It was a calm, cold winter day, with the sun beaming from above. The remnants of a past snowstorm were piled along the sidewalk, and the conditions were favorable for exploration. J and I ventured into a former foundry on Homestead Avenue, once a bustling manufacturer of steel castings of all sizes. Casting dies room. As we stepped inside the nearest entrance, we were greeted by an extraordinary sight: an old room filled with original casting dies, remnants of the standardized molds that once produced steel castings. The room was a tangible link to the foundry's industrious past, and it felt like stepping back in time. Moving deeper into the facility, we entered a large open space dominated by an unidentified mechanical arm machine. Although it had been picked apart by metal vandals over the years, its presence still hinted at the advanced machinery that once operated here. Continuing our exploration, we encountered a large air compressor still standing proudly on its foundation