One of the funnier conversations today on the elevator had a bunch of us “older” folk remembering the days of going to the local department store and using an elevator operated by a person as it didn’t have buttons or automatic closing doors.
It brought back a flood of memories about them. The ladies at the Eaton’s store in downtown Hamilton wore white cloves and the mechanism for raising/lowering the elevator was a wheel with a handle—no set floor stops, the operator had to know when to accelerate/decelerate and when to stop.
The added value were the announcements per floor: Ladies Clothing, Furniture, Household Goods, etc.
It was a treat to go out shopping with Mom and then get on these elevators. But the favourite memory was always the express elevator to Santa.
As one person left the elevator today, she remarked that it was certainly a sign of our age that we remembered these elevators.
Sigh. How right she is.