it was the same with my father 's uncles , but of course it was their land , this , their family 's , and so they felt more entitled , i assume , as they had done most of the heroic fighting in the holy land , or so it seemed , and they quarreled with my father over anything and everything , from the taste of the meat tarts served at supper to the distractingly modern style of the painters he hired from florence to decorate our little chapel .