Our family held a reunion when my mother
was 88 years old, with grandchildren and great-grandchildren attending. The talk turned to
honeymoons, and my three daughters began to
tell about their trips to Las Vegas, Chicago and
Niagara Falls. One of my daughters turned to my
mother. “Gramma, where did you go on your
honeymoon?” she asked.
Mother never hesitated. “Upstairs!” she said.
Mother never hesitated. “Upstairs!” she said.
