Yea, I found out lots of weird things about my family. One of my great grandfathers was the first Jewish policeman in Massachusetts. He was sent to quell the riots in Lawrence, MA (a big union-management thing, I think it's called the Bread and Roses riot) in the early 1900s, got his head bashed in, and never was the same after that. He died when I was 2, so I have no memory of him. One of my grandmothers grew up on a potato farm on Long Island; I found that out at her funeral and was shocked, because I only knew her as a very snobby fashionista, who still looked perfect when she died at age 91. Oh and the great grandfather who escaped from Russia, rubbed soap in his eyes, to get out of the Czar's army. It gave him permanent cataracts. My grandfather who worked until the day he died was a football and track star at Boston University in the 1920s. I didn't find out that he went to law school and never practiced because he flunked the bar due his poor handwriting until I was in my twenties. He refused to take the test again. I think I found out when he got invited to attend his 50th class reunion to get an honorary PhD!