No famous ancestors of any note. However, there’s a story to go with that.
I was adopted at age five, and as most adoptees want to think, I always held the fantasy that my “real” family was royalty, wealthy, and owned castles in Europe.
When I was 26 my “real” family found me (a “Ralph Edwards: This Is Your Real Life” story. For those too young, Ralph Edwards hosted a TV show that featured stories like mine, though my story was not one of his features. Anyway, that story is not the subject of this post.)
One of my real brothers had done some genealogy, traveling all the way over to Scotland (my real family surname was “Jamieson”).
Long story short, he discovered that our ancestors in Scotland were . . . drum roll . . . “crofters”, the Scotish version of share croppers. They lived in mud huts and herded cattle on estates not theirs.
So much for fantasies of royalty, wealth, and castles. Sometimes the reality is just plain old ho-hum.