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.