My Father was a Weave Room Manager eventually becoming a mill manager. He played on the infamous mill baseball teams that produced some great professional players. He also played minor league and was going into the majors when WWII happened and they had to tool up the mill for parachutes and informs for the military. It was interesting times. Child working slavery was ended partially because of the child labor laws passed by the federal government to end it in the cotton mills. There were big money folks behind the textile business and they sucked all the money and health out of ever human being that worked their. The mill worker had a job as long as he cowed to or should I say paid homage to the Lowenstiens and Orr family. Good thing was the mill provided affordable housing for their workers and eventually let them buy the homes they had been leasing for a great price. There was a company store where you spent tokens that were only good at the mill store. So it wasn't all bad. There was a dance hall and stage above the mill store where basketball would be played and shows put on for the community. My first rock band played there in the 60's. I have fond memories of those days. I miss both of my parents who lived and breathed that whole experience.