I didn't get to see my Grandpa very often, since he lived on the other side of the country. The recollections I do have are scattered and years apart.
My oldest and fondest memory of him was when I helped Grandpa learn English. He had me read out of a picture book, pointing words out so that he could repeat them.
I was a little kid then, so I usually had no idea what he was pointing to. What's that there? A jacket, a suit? I was unsure of what exactly the word was referring to, but I dutifully pronounced it anyway.
"Blazer," he said.