Fam, my late granny lived in a 2 family flat on Detroit’s westside.
She lived on the top floor and there were about 10 steps — might have been more. I don’t remember — a landing, and three more steps to get up to her home.
On the landing, she kept a little leather stool and when she reached the top, she would rest there a spell before conquering the last three steps to her home.
As a child, I always wondered why Granny wouldn’t just keep going?
Why stop to rest right before you make it home?
But now that I’m older, I totally get why she stopped to take a breather.
Granny, I love you and I overstand.