God is an Englishman and other childhood myths

My English grandfather had a book entitled God is an Englishman. It sat on the bookshelf at the bottom of the stairs. I was a child and it was a grown-up book, so I never bothered reading it. I also never read the bible, but I had read a few excerpts, and so my young mind surmised that yes, God must be an Englishman and that is why the bible sounds so formal. I think I was in my mid teens before I realized that this logic wasn't 100% accurate.

We went to DaveCall's Grandfather's funeral yesterday. At the after funeral luncheon/family Christmas party people got up and shared their favorite WayneCall (David that is for you) memories. DaveCall talked about the bear skin that his grandfather had. Each time young DaveCall (technically he was only David at this point in his life, his girlfriend who refuses to call him David hadn't started making each waking moment a living hell just yet....but wait I digress) would ask WayneCall how he became the owner of the bear skin, DaveCall would get a different story.....not one of the Call grandchildren knew the true story, and they had to turn to their grandmother to find out the truth. I will save you the truth, it was boring. I would have made up a story too.

I wonder if DaveCall was a grandfather what sort of myths he would pass on to his tiny humans' humans......