@vonny,
So cool, I had to look up the Tiger Moth,
But, False..my first flight happened when I was 8 months old and was on a very unglamorous Air Force Transport Prop Plane winging our way to Iceland. My Dad was an air traffic controller stationed at Keflavik and that was the only method (I think) to get there from New York.
Your maternal grand mother called umbrellas, bumbershoots.