o be honest, my grandfather was my least favorite relative. Representative of a generation that had survived two world wars, he was a diehard conservative old school patriarch who firmly believed that a woman’s proper place was in the kitchen and kids were best instructed by taking a cane to them. My father could tell a tale or three about that, while I myself only escaped because I could run a lot faster and he couldn’t catch me. We did have plenty of verbal fights while
