Memories of Grandparents 1940-1967

From Judy Peck (1962)
 I was thinking about Mom's mom the other day and I really have no memory of her. I just have what mom told me about her: she was small, and she sang and whistled and played the guitar. She was a joyful person.
The only memory of grandpa I have is playing little lost sheep where he used his cane to hook my leg as I crawled away from him. I think he was living in California with Aunt Agatha, but he came up for a visit.

From Bill Friesen (1948)
My earliest recollection of the grandparents took place sometime in the mid 50’s.
It was decided that Dorothy and I were to take a bus and go for a stay at their place in Yarrow. I think we got on the bus in New Westminster. Quite an adventure, since I was about 5.  Grandpa was to pick us up in pump town, which was on the main highway at that time.  But the bus driver forgot to stop and drove through pump town.  Dorothy said something and the bus driver stopped the bus and waved at grandpa to drive down and pick us up. 
So Dorothy and I spent the next few days exploring around the Yarrow farm.  Our grandparents didn’t speak English to well, so it was a relatively quiet stay. At that time, they were in their mid 60’s, which was pretty old in those days. Especially when you are 5. (Born in 1948 so this was 1953)
Grampa would eat his stinky cheese and graben schmaltz every morning, and grandma would comb her hair which would go all the way to the floor. I was impressed.
When the family came to pick us up on the weekend, they all had a big laugh that we were almost hijacked on the bus. 

From Dan Friesen ((1956)

My best memories of Grandma and Grandpa were at their Chilliwack house. We were living in Clearbrook, so we would drive to their house very often on Sundays. I remember many aspects of that house, the rooms, especially the kitchen, the furniture, curtains, etc. and the yard with grandma’s garden, and the garage. Grandma had great raspberries, rhubarb and especially gooseberries (both red and white varieties) from which she would make gooseberry moose (or mouse). I also remember her water pitcher and drinking glasses with pheasants on it.
Bill’s memory of grandma’s long hair revived a memory for me, of being very impressed when she combed her hair all the way to the floor, which was not so far because she was very short. What I remember most was her calm and reassuring presence. Though she could also be firm and stand her ground, like her daughters.
Cousin Bruce was often there, and occasionally Robby from the Island. I got to be the older boy for a change and could finally lord it over someone.
I don’t have a memory of grandma playing the guitar though. I remember her guitar in the house. I would like to hear from siblings who might have any memories or stories about her guitar playing, her singing, or any other aspect of her music.