My most remembered experience with Grandma Tasker
For the first few years of my life, Grandma Tasker lived in Piedmont CA (a part of Oakland CA) My Dad says that she came to help out when I was born (since we were living in Willow Glen/San Jose and my mother was temporarily ill) and that (and I don't remember which was which), and that he would go by when I was in the baby carriage and put my one way, Grandma Tasker would go by and put me another way. (One way was sitting up, the other way was lying down) Grandma said that he was ruining my spine! (Remember this: Grandma Tasker's spine NEVER touched the back of a chair. She sat with her spine straight and with discipline)
When I was a little older and we were living in Cupertino, Grandma Tasker would come and stay with us when my sister and I were ill (we were a year apart so tended to have the same illness at the same time). Whether it was measles (we had to stay in our bedroom - we shared - and just lie there, not talking or playing, with the drapes closed) or mumps or chicken pox, she made us custard. Boy, I hated that custard! But in my 20s and even later and life, every time I was ill I craved that wonderful custard!
Of course, with Grandma Tasker being so full of what was "right and proper", I thought she was a bit of a "dragon" when I was younger. She was my mother's grandmother but my father adored her and stood up for her. One of the only times I got a spanking was when I stuck out my tongue at Grandma Tasker. Dad marched me into my bedroom, gave me a tongue lashing, and a decent spanking (altho he felt so bad afterwards that I never got another one). I NEVER stuck out my tongue again - at Grandma Tasker or at anyone else. (Would that be considered "child abuse" today? We didn't think that - everyone was disciplined in the same way.)