I work daily at expanding my golden horizons. Each day my training broadens my possibilities of one day perhaps being a therapy dog…so I’m riding elevators now. Elevators are just a fact of life that I will need to understand as my world broadens. Gotta not be thrown by those doors that seemingly suddenly open sideways…acclimate to the up & down feeling in my dog gut when the box stops or takes off going up…gotta walk into that box and sit down…give peeps their space…move to the back…you know all of the etiquette of elevator riding. Next time you ride one…look for this name OTIS. I noticed that OTIS is always in those boxes. Here’s why.
In 1853, the inventor Elisha Otis demonstrated his stellar emergency spring that allowed a platform to stop and suspend itself. That day people who attended P.T. Barnum’s Traveling World’s Fair in New York, gasped with disbelief when Elisha stood on a platform raised 40 feet in the air…and with his swift sword slashed the rope that held him & the platform mid-air. The platform dropped only a foot and stopped… And that my friends was the beginning of Otis Elevator Co. that lead to safe elevators and the construction of those “skyscrapers” we all admire.
Just a little info nugget for ya…let’s go ride some elevators. Pick up those paws!
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Interesting nugget of information there. I knew Otis invented the elevator. Didn’t know about the circus being its debut.
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It was the World’s Fair caring the name as mentioned in the article. Glad you like this golden nugget.
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Sorry. My brain picked up P.T Barnum and thought “circus.” LOL
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No, no. I understand! A golden thanks for reading the post.
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Very cool indeed!
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Never sure about those elevators. I am always on the lookout for the escape hatch just in case it stalls and I am stuck in it.
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I never knew….
And thank YOU for your ambition and desire to become a therapy dog!!!
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It’s a golden work in progress.
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Well, I applaud you!
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I have to admit I’m a little scared of elevators. We call them lifts downunder. One of my husband’s grandfathers was a Lift Attendant after the first world war. He lost a leg from his wounds, and attending lifts was popular work for those with missing limbs. When I went for nurse aide training (1972), both the Nurses’ Home and the hospital had lifts, but I could never conquer the fear.
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I read your comment and was saddened by your family loss. Interesting on the connection between missing limbs & elevators. Your golden thoughts are greatly appreciated. Will look for your posts & give you a golden like 🐾
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Grandfather was fine – his loss of a leg did not prevent him from having ten children. It was touch and go for while, the leg had to be taken to save him, I guess.
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