The rhythm of industrial production

"Völklingen. Eisen-Werke bei Nacht.
Bildpostkartenserie des Saar-Hilfswerks"

This POST was inspired by Anna's quest for Europe between the East and the West as well as by her choice of a photograph of the Völklingen Ironworks to illustrate her conversation with her parents.
1873 als Puddelstahlwerk gegründet, war die Völklinger Hütte knapp 20 Jahre später Deutschlands größte Produktionsstätte für Eisenträger und eine der modernsten Industrieanlagen Europas. Die erhaltenen Anlagen veranschaulichen alle wichtigen Stationen einer historischen Roheisenproduktion.
Von allen im 19. und 20. Jahrhundert in Europa und Nordamerika errichteten Hochofenwerken ist es das einzige Werk, das vollständig erhalten ist.
Die Authentizität der technischen Einrichtungen macht es zu einem einzigartigen Denkmal der Industriegeschichte, das seit 1994 zum UNESCO Welterbe der Menschheit gehört.
Anna's father originally comes from the Czech Ostrava region next to the border of Poland. Ostrava is an important centre of steel and coal. Anna herself grew up in Palatinate near the German-French border and discovered "by the way" the crafts(wo)manship of crystall glass carving being practised near her home,"on the other side" of the border, in Lorraine (France), just like in Bohemia.

I was wondering, what Roger White, the passionate archeologist from Great Britain, where "it all" started (the Industrial Revolution), would share his impressions of Völklingen with us.
When he heard about Anna's story, he sent a resume of his thoughts which might as well make us reflect the origins of the European Community of Coal and Steel in the Greater Region :


What do you do when it is all over?
When those decades of steel production that lit up the night sky with flame and smoke have vanished? When you step out of the door and no longer smell coal in the air?

There stand the works silent and deserted where once they bustled with life. The towering structures and nets of scaffolding are silent without their workforce and the gates are closed.

In the UK where the painful process of deindustrialisation was often accompanied by confrontation, anger, but also quiet despair and a paradoxical bringing together of the community, the government's response was usually to tear the site away from its landscape. To eradicate the scar of industry, but also eliminate the evidence of a powerful and often independently minded cohort of workers. The thorn in the foot gone at last.

Visiting Völkingen is to reconnect with that gritty, industrial reality. Never pretty, but always demanding your attention as a place, even shorn of its light, smoke and life.

Once inside its unknown spaces, able to explore, one is confronted by extraordinary machines, everlasting conveyor belts, banks of enigmatic blocks of metal with doors that one learns are coke-ovens and, dominating all, the six fluid and dominating blast-furnace chimneys; all alike - all different, the rhythm of industrial production.

You wander in a daze through spaces never before open to humans - huge concrete boxes with doors excised in their walls containing silent images of World Heritage Sites. You begin to notice traces of the former workers - their lockers or the place where they hid away to have their snap - even a packed lunch has it is own special and intimate terminology.

The little steam engines offer a glimpse of a more human world, and for the British of a certain generation, a reminder of the charming children's animation 'Ivor the Engine' (

Look again, and you begin to notice nature reclaiming its own - the birch trees growing on the chimneys, buddleia sprouting in profusion in the mineral-rich dust of the site.

And as you stand on the top of the site and look out, you still see steel, this time carried in liquid form in special train transports from the Saarstahl site next door, and realise that the Völklinger Hütte may be gone but you can't uninvent the need for steel:

The King is dead - Long Live the King!💙

Greetings from Birmingham (UK),
Roger White

Photos: Völklingen Ironworks, blast furnace complex, by Roger White

💙... and may Her Majesty the Queen live long enough to celebrate the comeback of Great Britain to the European Union!


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