MIllville, NJ
I grew up in Millville, NJ, and I'll probably be writing more about that later, but probably not as eloquently as Carl Sandburg wrote about it in the early 1900's. Even a century later, it reminds me of the working class kids I grew up with. This is from "In Reckless Ecstasy", published in 1904 by Asgard Press, Galesburg, IL. It is public domain. Millville Down in southern New Jersey, they make glass. By day and by night, the fires burn on in Millville and bid the sand let in the light. Millville by night would have delighted Whistler, who loved gloom and mist and wild shadows. Great rafts of wood and big, brick hulks, dotted with a myriad of lights, glowing and twinkling every shade of red. Big, black flumes shooting out smoke and sparks; bottles, bottles, bottles, of every tint and hue, from a brilliant crimson to the dull green that marks the death of sand and the birth of glass. From each fire, the white-heat radiates on the "blowers," the ...
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