The two things I remember most about my grandad was his obsession for the wild west, and his love of drawing ornaments around his house (mostly wild west themed also).
He was a remarkable artist, and when I was 7/8 he gave me a lesson on how to represent shadows and highlights on objects (a salt shaker in the form of a wild stallion). Instead of being grateful for the insight, I burst into tears on the spot because he was a better artist than me.
The end.
