From Shirley Stockil, Louis' youngest child

As a child I remember how my father Louis was proud of the way his father had restored a badly eroded farm to productivity. The old trees were huge - a testimony to Grandpa's foresight. My mother was impressed that Grandpa imported plants - one wonders if he tried several types of grapes along the front of the house, before he found which ones flourished. It was quite amusing that he once imported a fabulous sounding plant the American Wonder Berry. To his disgust it turned out to be msobas which grew wild in the lands of Fyvie Farm! Altho' Grandpa looks so serious in the photos he had an impish sense of fun and my (?) childhood memory of him is how he played the squashbox while we danced around the GIANT christmas tree in the centre of the lounge at Fyvie, until we literally dropped giggling on the floor. Maybe that was the only way to get that tribe of excited children to go to sleep!