My Google-fu is failing me at the moment, but I seem to vaguely recall reading about a company (the time period associated with this company is somewhere between 1940-1980, I’m thinking) that required its employees and their families to live in this “city” that the company had built, and the company paid them with a currency that could only be used inside that city. It wasn’t recognized anywhere outside of that city as a legitimate currency.
You load 16 tons, what do you get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
St. Peter, don’t you call me 'cause I can’t go
I owe my soul to the company store
I live in a town adjacent to Vandergrift, PA. Way back when Vandergrift was established as a company town. There was a mill (steel?) and a neighborhood built around it. Working in the mill you got a salary, a home, stores. Pretty cool concept. Ties in with the world’s fair story.
And there were the kind of company towns designed to provide good homes and social facilities for the workers - but with all sorts of rules to kee them sober and “respectable” - Saltaire, Bournville, Port Sunlight.
There’s another type where one company is the major employer and the economy revolves around the company and its workers. The company doesn’t own lodgings or stores, but businesses and workers are dependent on them.
Schenectady is an example of this: GE was the major employer and as they reduced workers, the city suffered.
Company towns were an invention of the companies that needed workers to show up for work. In the NW woods, the workers would get paid, get drunk, not show back up to work.
I lived in a company sawmill town when I was young. They built houses, nice wooden sidwalks, and rented them to the mill workers for a nominal fee and the workers would bring their wives. The men would not be getting too drunk to go to work, they are going to work because their family was there. There usually was a small store, hence I owe my soul to the company store. The company had plenty of basically free wood to make homes and the entire town.
And the idea of building houses for the workers, worked. They were all coming to work when they had a wife at home. No staying home hung over.
An entire town, with a dining hall, dance hall for other events, perhaps a small school, etc.
The town I grew up in no longer exists, not a single board, but it was a special time and place in my life. But here it is, Bradwood Oregon. Sawmill, deep water port right off the Columbia River. Train.