Some Luck & a Memory

Every once in a while, I get lucky. My number is the random number so I win. What do I win you ask. I win books. If someone posts a give away related to books, I enter. If you don’t enter, you won’t win. I want to win the $5,000 a week for life that is sponsored by Publishers Clearing House, but I don’t enter so I know I won’t win. But . . . if I see a chance to win a book or gift card to a book, I am right there filling in my details. In May, I won a $50 gift card from Travis Jonker (100 Scope Notes) to Schuler Books in Grand Rapids, Michigan.

Now you might think there is a logistic problem here. I cannot visit this store it is 660 miles away from me. The internet solved that problem for me, I can order my books on-line and they will ship them to me. Of course, that’s not nearly as fun as browsing the shelves myself, but we are living a pandemic, so that is not an option.

The next hurdle is what to order. I spent a couple weeks browsing through my notes of books I need. Finally, I made my decision and placed my order.

My luck continued when I pulled out one of the books.

See that sticker top right?

The book flap says:

A girl.

An elevator.

And a magic button.

This is the endsheet behind the cover.

Yes, it’s all that and more. This book stirred a memory from long, long ago.

There was a girl (me – 12 years old). An elevator in an old building. My family had just moved from Houston, Texas to Kansas City, Missouri. We needed to find a house, but in the meantime, we were in an extended stay kind of a place. I don’t think it was a hotel, but I don’t think it was an apartment either. It was a whole new experience for me to be in this building with an elevator.

I’m sure my family annoyed the long term residents. We were five kids who had never ridden an elevator before. We thought it was such fun to push the buttons and ride up (probably only had five floors) and down over and over. I think there were complaints, so we had to stop.

There was magic as we pretended we were on a spaceship or a pirate ship or whatever else kids dream up. Reading Lift reminded me of a piece of my life long ago.