|Thousands of people arrived here every morning|
|A clock tower for the workers, or perhaps for the burghers|
|An 1848 factory, as beautiful as any building|
|Towers to the sky|
The city was a planned city, created by our first industrialists for efficiency of production. Its plan is simple and obvious. Technology beckoned a new way of thinking about work. Land was found, and wealth responded. This is one of the first instances of the American spirit expressed in the industrial age.
Of course, all of that is gone now.
|A lonely, boarded up diner amidst the empty buildings -- a final remnant from a century of activity|
The economics that made Lawrence possible has all changed. The New England farm girls that worked the mills and the looms, later to be replaced by immigrant men and women who filled these factories by the thousands and created the labor movement -- they are things of the American past. What's left isn't even their memory, since so few actually remember.
|The 1912 Bread and Roses strike started here|
But on the banks of the Merrimack River sit empty buildings that seem to call out for some new use, hoping to be rediscovered not just for their beauty but for their value in this post-industrial American age.
|New tenants fill this old building -- these people work on laptops instead|
And then of course, there are the windows.
|I see a sea of glass, as beautiful as any|