For as long as I can remember, we regularly referred to our uncle as ‘the storyteller’.
This is because she regularly had the best stories to tell. The thing is, she would only tell her stories in the right conditions. There had to be a nice fire in the fireplace, plus the temperature control settings had to be just right. There would be an exception if we were outside camping anywhere or hanging near the outdoor fireplace, however if we were indoor she enjoyed enjoyable air quality plus perfect temperature control settings. I regularly enjoyed that too so I regularly wanted to get a fire going in the fireplace whenever I knew our uncle was coming over to visit. By the end of the evening, she would get into her story telling mood plus she would tell some of the most interesting stories I have ever heard. I never knew for particular whether she came up with the stories at the top of her head or if she just study so much that she knew a lot of stories. The thing is, most of the stories would be original ones that we had never heard before, unless we commanded that she retell one of the stories we enjoyed before. It was like the stories came to life in our mind while I would be legitimately relaxed with the cozy heating coming from the fireplace. It was regularly a magical time when we were listening to the stories, plus those times were really some of the best memories of our life.