My Mother and Father were married in 1901, I believe. At that time Grandpa Douse owned and operated a cotton mill in Bombay that employed about 1,500 workers. He lived in luxury in a magnificent home with a huge tropical garden. H& also had coach horses and a handsome coach. Cars were only in their infancy at that time. He employed a number of gardeners, handymen, coach drivers and stablehands. In the house, of course, there were a dozen or more waiters, maids and cooks. Help of all kinds was extremely cheap in those days in India. The British settlers were spoiled by all the luxury, care and attention they could purchase for a fraction of the cost of the same services in Europe and particularly in Great Britain. It was no wonder so many British people seized every opportunity to move to India. Also, India was, of course, ruled by British laws and was an integral part of the British Empire.
Grandpa Douse was eager to have his older son move to India to enjoy all the munificent benefits and warm, (or should I say ‘hot’ climate.) Because the government in India was British it was staffed mostly by British civil servants being transferred from Britain. My father, whether at his request or by chance, I do not know, was transferred to Bombay, India. He was to continue his scientific work for the British’ Government. This transfer enabled the young couple to use the 5—week voyage to Bombay as their honeymoon. Not a bad honeymoon I would say. My dear Mother, of course, with her flair for learning languages quickly was already studying Hindustani (or Hindi as it is called today). By the time they reached India she was almost fluent. Later, she was to become so fluent that her husband took her to scientific conferences to act as interpreter for him.
One amusing incident occurred on that voyage according to my Mother. It seems that while crossing the Bay of Biscay, almost always rough, Mother showed up for breakfast and, to her surprise was the only passenger in the dining room, man or woman, to come to breakfast. Apparently all the passengers were seasick, including the new bridegroom, her husband. As she entered the room she received a loud cheer and a hand—clapping from the assembled stewards. Six or seven of them escorted her to her table and vied with each other for the privilege of serving her breakfast. She told me once she felt like a queen and was certainly treated like one. Mother always was a wonderful sailor and, to my knowledge never was seasick.