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Originally Posted by CityBoyDoug
Interesting ER.
My huge fear as a child was a bridge over a river by my school. It was for people only and was about 5 feet wide. It was planked with 2 X 8 wood but you could see through many 1/4th inch gaps down to the river. To me...it was very scary. Of course in reality it was built with steel supports, was very sturdy and perfectly safe.
Anyone have other childhood fears?
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I acquired a fear of falling elevators along with my first memories of life. After moving to Los Angeles after World War II as did so many others, my parents experienced the acute housing shortage by being made to move every few days from whatever rented lodgings they could find. After I was born, they eventually settled in for a while at the Rossiter Hotel Apartments at 1221 W. 7th St., a couple of doors west of Bixel St.
The Rossiter was just sufficiently upscale to have one of those small, old-fashioned elevators like the one in the Bradbury Building, only a little bigger. And it completely terrified me.
Fast-forward 20 years, and I'd mostly outgrown the phobia, only to spend an evening watching the movie
Hotel at the Garfield Theater in Alhambra. For those unfamiliar with the the film's setting, it's a vintage hostelry in New Orleans. And, of course, the climactic scene is the dropping of one of their elevators (from the same era as the Rossiter's). I actually liked the movie overall, but that scene bought me another couple of decades of funny tummy every time I boarded an elevator in a tallish building - which I did frequently.
Of greater interest here might be the Rossiter itself, which I believe was torn down ca.1960. My somewhat cursory searches for photos or other documentation have come up empty, but I imagine that it'd be a fairly interesting example of the L.A. apartment-hotel
genre that we've enjoyed viewing here every so often.
That address currently is occupied by the San Luis Apartments complex:
http://www.gslsanlucas.com/
By the way, CBD, I spent many an enjoyable Saturday afternoon rummaging through Acres of Books. I'm just happy that the Newport-Inglewood fault remained inactive all those times, or I might've been buried in the resultant avalanche. Then again, what a way to go!
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