My mother's grandfather's brother (or something like that) invented/founded Connolly Cables. We should all be as rich as Croesus today, but the thieving bastad Company Secretary misguided him, the company was sold at a fraction of its true cost, the C.S. got promoted to Chairman in the new company, and mother's thingywotsit sailed out to sea, Maxwell-like, and drownded himself in shame. Well, actually, in the sea, but of shame.
My father's father served in submarines at the Battle of Jutland, and held a full Square-Rigged Ticket as a cap'n, sailing to the South Americas - anything to get away from his spendthrift wife, first lady driver of Portsmouth, secretary and 'confidante' of the (very) late Fred Jane, of Jane's Fighting This and Thats.
We are a motley crew as a family, with a variety of the talented and the talentless. Why, we can count public school, Manchester Grammar (when it meant summat), and Uni among the more intelligent of the clan. Some were disgracefully rich, drove Lagondas and took holidays on the Italian Riviera when that meant something, too...
Mostly, though, I am proud of my dear, late father's ability to roll his eyes to the back of his head.