We had a lovely time in Mariemont listening to our friend Rick play the carillon. Afterwards, he took a group, including Richard, up into the tower. Because the elevator was "iffy" and they were going to use the stairs (about 100), I stayed on the ground with the mother of a little girl who went up with her dad. When they were in the bell chamber, she kept yelling down, "Help, Mommy, help!"