My mother is in the two story house which my grandfather built in 1927. After my father passed away we moved her bed downstairs and the washing machine upstairs. The stairs to the second floor aren't too bad, and she doesn't go up there very often; but she still finds reasons to go down into the cellar. It has a narrow, steep stairway going down. She walks with a cane and already fell down them once when my father was alive. If I had my way we’d nail the door shut.