But at the far end of the room sat the woodworking equipment. There stood equipment for which I couldn’t fathom a purpose, mostly types of shears I guessed, used to trim and shape brush bristles. But it was the shop area on the second floor that caught my eye in the dim light. Dozens and dozens of various types of brushes were strewn throughout two floors of the building. So we went to take a look and indeed, passing through the doors was like passing through a time warp. The building was changing hands and the contents were up for grabs. Two things stuck in my mind as he talked about how “cool” the old place was: First, that for many years the small business made the brushes for baseball’s National League umpires to sweep home plate and second, there was some old woodworking machinery. I was curious, but not much, when my son started telling me about his visit to an old brush-making business here in Cincinnati that was closing its doors after 100 years.
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