Elevator Memoir-1955

Elevator memoir 1955

No Lackawanna train Fridays.
Instead, Mommy drives from Orange to Newark to pick up Daddy at his office.
Parked, we run to the elevator bank, press the button to call the elevator car. Then the uniformed attendant opens the folding gate. We enter.
She closes the gate, cranks the control wheel to launch us to the seventh floor. We fly.
Using the wheel, she breaks and pulls the gate, the doors open.
Daaaaaady!!!!!