John, the doorman, peeked his head into my parent’s apartment. He thanked my mom for the plate of food she sent down to him and informed us that there was…um, a situation
Hazel was stuck in the elevator (not by herself, obviously. She was on her way up from the lobby with one of my teenage cousins).
We ran down to the third floor and shouted up towards the ceiling (since the car was stuck between floors)
Hazel are you ok?
Just fine, Mom!
(she was cool as cucumber…that made me proud)
We tried, unsuccessfully, to pry the door open. And then we called the fire dept.
Hazel, help is on the way!
Is it the firemen? Are they bringing the key?
(Actually, yes - on both accounts)
It didn’t take long for the fire engine to come barreling into the driveway. 4 firemen hopped out with a stretcher (which thankfully we didn’t need!) and came bounding up the stairs. A few minutes later, Thanksgiving was saved and about 35 minutes after the fiasco began, my daughter (and cousin) were freed!
What is not captured in this photo was the number of people standing in the vestibule as the elevator doors opened. When Hazel saw the men in uniform, the building’s engineers, a handful of family members and a very concerned Simon - I think she understood that this was not a “fun adventure.”
The next day, we came back to my parent’s place to pick up left-overs and as we stepped onto the elevator, Hazel raised her little eyebrows and held up her pointer finger and said to us in her most serious tone: You must be careful around alligators. I assume she meant elevator, but even if not - her statement holds true. :)
I have a feeling this will be one of those family holiday stories that is retold for years to come!
(photo credit: young Henry - fearless uncle and committed photog)