Last day at the Loyalty

125 years: a place where people went to work. Soon to be: a place for people to go on vacation.

Today is my last day working at The Loyalty Building, a.k.a. the 611 Building, a hulking, huggable mass of granite on the corner of Broadway and Michigan in downtown Milwaukee. It is 125 years old, and it was built at the behest of some hulking, I’m guessing not-so-huggable scions who founded the Northwestern Mutual Insurance Co. It is destined to become a boutique(ish) hotel.

I don’t know. It just depresses me that a place where men wearing bowlers, bow ties and well-shined shoes once smoked pipes and stored big piles of cash in private safes will soon become a place for Harley-riding, Summerfest-going tourists wearing unseemly shorts. But I tend to overdramatize things.

Let me tell you what it is like to work in a building conceived before there was e-mail, drywall, halogen lighting and air conditioning. Let me tell you before we all forget the sensation of eight hours a day in a functional building constructed when craftsmanship was a living breathing necessary solution to everyday life.

First of all: light. When you first walk into this heavy, brooding structure it’s easy to expect a dark place. But no! Behold the atrium:

In the atrium, looking up.

Look at that thing! Back in the day, it was a sensible solution because it captured a natural resource — sunlight — which was very helpful before electricity was a common option. I love that wherever you wander, even if you turn a secretive little corner tucked under the eaves, there are windows built into the interior to capture and extend the reach of the light.

A view from my office space, looking out into the atrium.

The offices I have worked in, on the fourth floor, wrap around two sides of the atrium. If you aren’t lucky enough to sit in a cubicle with an exterior window, you can easily find a cubicle with an interior window. Sometimes, I think the interior windows are better — less glare, and no dramatic shifts of light as the sun moves. You can tell that every piece of glass was originally designed to swing on hinges, and I can only imagine what kind of cross ventilation this place could get on a hot summer day, especially so close to the river and the lake.

The windows, by the way, are massive. I first started working here in the grayness of January, and my colleagues had to suffer through my exclamations about the light that poured like glitter through those tall stretches of glass. I kept pulling up the Venetian blinds to within an inch of their lives, probably blinding everyone in the process. Sorry, guys. But what a luxury after all the shoeboxes I’ve worked in.

You can peek out one of the office windows and see who might be on their way to visit.

And the staircase! I don’t know how I’ll ever get used to a stairwell again. The Loyalty’s grand marble steps got me ready for my day. Some were worn down in spots — a quiet message from working stiffs who had gone before me. I could take in the scope of the day as I looked up, around and into the other offices. I could feel part of a community of office-dom. I always liked that stair walk.

Sitting in my cubicle, I had a kick-ass view of the Grain Exchange (Mackie Building) across the street. Sometimes when one of us wanted to know where David or Cris or Tim was, we’d just stand up, look through the atrium, and see them in a meeting room across the way. Very handy — and a nice metaphor about transparency in the workplace.

I liked the way the Loyalty’s designers used curves to offset the squareness, and set the patterned floors askew. Speaking of floors — I never tired of those incredible tiles. The window sills were deep and perfect for plants. Wacky copper newel posts that looked like harlequin hats marked my way as I climbed the staircase. A mail chute ran like a ribbon down all five floors and was still in service. The doors were heavy and substantial when you entered a room, and left.

In a building like this, moment, purpose, and thought are implicit in every space. Nothing about it is a toss-off. It makes a person think: I am not a toss-off, either.

You can read some things about the building’s history here and here. But you may be disappointed. I spent much too much time looking around the internet for information, and ultimately didn’t find the kind of history I wanted — who used to work here? What was it like to be a woman here when the place was new? Who got fired, who screwed up, who got famous, who laid the foundation for things we now take for granted? What’s the story behind that amazing tile? Whose hands made the stair railings so smooth and the brass doorknobs so shiny?

I never, ever wondered any of those things working inside a cinder-block office building.

How can you think boring thoughts when you walk on floors like this every day? Goodbye, Loyalty Building. I hope your new owners take good care of you!




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6 responses to “Last day at the Loyalty

  1. I always wondered what that interior looked like. Hey, At least they’re not tearing it down like other nearby historic structures. Sorry you’re losing such a grand place to spend your day. Really nice account.

  2. I’ve only been in the building one time. And appreciated all the beauty you so perfectly describe in your story. I love the history of buildings. And now that you have worked in this one, you are a part of its history — no matter what it morphs into. Good story, Diane.

    • What a nice thought. Thanks. I guess I *am* a part of its history too, although a very small part of it. I didn’t have space in my post to mention it, but my boss has an old black and white photo hanging in his office at the Loyalty. It’s a photo of his grandfather and grat-grandfather at work in … the Loyalty! His mom remembers running up and down the staircase as a kid, and now his little kids do the same. Isn’t that cool?

  3. Deborah

    Melancholy feelings are oozing out of my pores, Diane. I am grateful your journalistic instincts compelled you to note in such exquisite detail the questionable repurposing of this grand edifice. Loved the bird’s-eye and toenail view of the Loyalty Building.

    • Questionable, indeed. It was built as a place to do good old-fashioned non-physical labor, and I worry that its new role will be an ill-fitting one. But ah well. The exterior could use some polish, and I suspect that will happen. It would be nice, too, for more people to appreciate it.

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