My Memories of Grandma & Grandad Hillier....

Grandma Gertrude Margaret Casford (Hillier) died May 9, 1955.. 
I was only 6 1/2, but I remember her so vividly.. 
I spent weekends with them,with my parents..And she used to
babysit my sister & me for 2 weeks every summer, while mom
& dad went on vacation..
She was very strict, and I listened to her, and deeply 
respected her.. She left a big impression with me..
There was only once that I did not listen..---- 
I told mom about it,, and she just shook her head, and
wondered how I could remember something so clealy that happened
the summer before my 4th birthday(My birthday is in Nov)..
I didn't come into supper right away when Grandma called me in,
-- I was busy playing house with my dolls, and ironing
my doll's clothes...(Cannot imagine it-----I hate ironing)-----
so I kept doing it ,and ignored her when she called me.. The next
thing that I remember is being picked up by the collar of my 
shirt and carried into the house, with my feet dangling.. and 
being told to "Wash, eat, and go to my bedroom"--those exact
words...I did not question her.. I did as I was told..
When it was time for me to acutally sleep, she came upstairs,
gave me clean PJ's , and acted as though nothing had 
happened... Believe me, she knew that keeping me indoors 
was all that was necessary ... I never ignored her again..
 
I also remember this vividly :: (mom says that it was May,1952--
which makes me 4 1/2---it is amazing the things that are coming
out of my memory bank... )--------- 
There was a pantry inside the back porch, before you went
into the kitchen.. Grandma had lots of cookies in there.
And Yummy cookies, they were.. The hatch to get into the basement
cellar, was in the same porch.. I decided that I was hungry 
in the middle of the night, and snuck downstairs to get some
cookies.. Well , grandad forgot to close the cellar hatch in 
the floor, and guess where I landed .. on the dirt floor of
the basement.. I started to cry, loudly ..and woke eveyone up.
...Grandad went down the old wooden steps, with a flashlight, 
to get me.. and I could hear him say, "Lord no , I left it open"
.. He handed me up to Grandma, and she looked me all over to be
certain that nothing was broken and that I was okay, then said
"Ok, little miss, off to bed, and no cookies for the next 3 days".
-----And I never asked for any till at least 5 or 6 days later
.........
What Fond Memories......Few words........But well spoken.....
 
Grandad Hillier taught me the value of a dollar, and how to make
'dollars out of pennies' and how to do a budget-----
He taught me well.......
We would play cards by the hour and I really enjoyed his company
---- Again, Few words... But well spoken..
He lived in our home in Moncton,NB...He lived with us from 1955
till he died in August,1965..