American Print Works
In 1824, Andrew Robeson, arrived from New Bedford and established the first Print Works in the City, a segment of the industry that Fall River would in later years come to dominate.
The American Print Works was established in 1835 by Holder Borden, nephew of Colonel Richard. Located along the shore of Mount Hope Bay, its location would prove ideal as ocean-going ships were able to dock at the company's doorstep. In the 1840s, the railroad would be extended to the Print Works site, adjacent to the steamship pier with regular service to Providence and New York City. Both the steamships and the railroad were controlled by Colonel Richard Borden, and later his sons and nephews.
In 1853, the nearby Globe Print Works was acquired by Richard Borden, his brother Jefferson and Oliver Chace.It was renamed the Bay State Print Works, and was later reorganized.
For three generations, the Borden family dynasty would have control or business interests in the City's banks, the gas company, steamboats, railroads and mines. (Lizzie Borden, the famed alleged axe-murderess in 1892 was the great-granddaughter of an uncle of Colonel Richard Borden).
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