I grew up in Seattle during the 60's. My dad took me to the Smith Tower one Saturday morning around 1964, I was 6 or 7 years old. We took the old-style gated elevator up to the 35th floor, there wasn't anyone else around. He told me about the history of the building and you could tell he thought it was pretty neat. He made it a fun day and a memory of my dad I have never forgotten.
I grew up in Seattle during the 60's. My dad took me to the Smith Tower one Saturday morning around 1964, I was 6 or 7 years old. We took the old-style gated elevator up to the 35th floor, there wasn't anyone else around. He told me about the history of the building and you could tell he thought it was pretty neat. He made it a fun day and a memory of my dad I have never forgotten.
That is a wonderful memory. The building still impresses me every time I look up at it.