For as long as I can remember, both of us regularly referred to our aunt as ‘the storyteller’.
This is because he regularly had the best stories to tell.
The thing is, he would only tell his 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 both of us were outside camping somewhere or hanging near the outdoor fireplace, however if both of us were indoor he loved good air quality plus perfect temperature control settings. I regularly loved that too so I regularly wanted to get a fire going in the fireplace whenever I knew our aunt was coming over to visit. By the end of the night, he would get into his story telling mood plus he would tell some of the most interesting stories I have ever heard. I never knew for particular whether he came up with the stories at the top of his head or if he just read so much that he knew a lot of stories. The thing is, most of the stories would be original a singles that both of us had never heard before, unless both of us advised that he retell a single of the stories both of us loved before. It was love the stories came to life in our mind while I would be honestly relaxed with the cozy heating coming from the fireplace. It was regularly a magical time when both of us were listening to the stories, plus those times were easily some of the best memories of our life.