My family name is connected with physicians in 17th/18th century Ireland, with one of them ending up as Napoleon's personal physician, Barry Edward O'Meara. Of course my side of the O'Mearas ended up as labourers and alcoholics...
It's always the way! I have been diddled on both sides of the tree lol I don't know exactly where it came from, but on my Mother's side, my maternal Dadcu's (welsh grandfather) family appeared to be very, very well off, they were just rural farming types from the Montgomeryshire/Meirionydd border who moved south to Ceredigion - but I think the great grandfather bought a huge amount of land, which was eventually sold over the decades and added up to a very hefty sum, they were still left with a farm and a load of land, but even that was sold 15 or 20 years ago.
Even with my Grandfather being 1 of about 7 or 8 brothers and sisters, and all the obvious descendents from them as most of them have passed away by now there could be a big pay out for people, possibly over a million.
I don't understand half of what's been going on or is ongoing, but the great grandfather had a second wife, who lived until the 90's, and for various reasons and some family members attempting to rob others, its all locked up in probate and has been for around nearly 20 years. I don't know much about what is going on, but one or two nieces/and/or nephews (or great ones) appear to have gotten payouts of some sort, and nobody is sure exactly how that happened with everything being tied up in probate, most likely until lawyers fees eat it all up over the fighting. I suspect there may have been a bank account or two the Estate Executor/s didn't know about, but it's all very odd. I think there may not have been a Will, so the argument over inheritence is between birth siblings and step siblings, something like that, all I know is its massively complicated.
I wouldn't have minded a share of the sort of sums that could be involved!
From the maternal grandmother's side we have a Welsh Language Family bible from iirc the 1880's or 1890's, it's never been written in though, no births etc recorded, and it has full colour illustrations, beautifully done and each one protected by a preceeding sheet of thin tracing paper type stuff throughout, and I reckon it could well be worth a good few quid to a Collector, though never told the Mother as I suspect it would vanish - my Mamgu (welsh for grandmother) was in the Royal Artillery in the Second World War, and had a box of personal memorabilia, stuff like her ration card, all the uniform rank and regiment badges she had, and other's that she had collected, and several medals that she was awarded, and it has all "vanished" I went looking for the box as I wanted to photograph and scan the contents, for something to do, and as a way of being able to click them open and have a browse when I fancied. Right up until her death 14 years ago, my Mamgu would often have really bad nightmares about stuff she saw, as she did end up on the continent with her RA Unit post D Day, so she didn't like to look at the stuff often, it was very important to her, but also a reminder of the bad stuff, but very rarely she would sit with me and go through it explaining what everything was, and what it was for. I don't think she ever showed my 2 younger brothers. Not idiots or anything like that, they just wouldn't have appreciated what they were being shown, and would have just grabbed at stuff with grubby hands
In a way she is also a "historical" Heroine of mine, as are other family members. A Farm girl from rural Mid Wales who grew up not speaking much English, as even that recently many of her generation in the rural parts of Wales didn't hear or need to use English very often ended up doing her bit, manning Ack Ack Guns and the like, even crossing to the continent (I think the RA taught her fluent English. And as if that was not an amazing thing in itself, in the early 1950's she became the very first Women Police Constable in the Cardiganshire Constabulary! And at my mother's house, there are still her original handwritten notes from her training, a couple of A4 pads, and I think badges from her WPC Uniform were also in the box with the military stuff
She eventually left the Police as apparently the sexism, it being the 1950's and a rural/small town force was unbearable.
Her Brother my Great Uncle Dafydd, who I could never keep my eyes off as a kid, because he had the most wonderful and huge Handlebar moustache, was in the Royal Navy's Submarine Service, and amongst his Service Medals he had a special one, and a certificate as he was on the Sub that evacuated the King and Crown Prince of Norway.
And my Father's Father, again from a rural background, though this time in Gwynedd, had the brains and got into Grammar School, but apprenticed as a Blacksmith & Farrier, was a huge man, 6ft something, and you can imagine the strength of a Blacksmith, and when WW2 broke out he had his own Smithy in a small town called Dolgellau, he immediately went to sign on and was refused as Blacksmithing was a "Reserved Occupation" like Farming and Mining. But he persevered, and with the help of the townsfolk doing petitions on his behalf he was finally accepted, and joined the first Commando force, iirc before it became attached to the Royal Marines, and 40 Commando/The Royal Marines Commando's came into existence. Later on, I think after an injury, he had a job teaching British Soldiers from different regions to understand each other, as of course, with stuff like radio being newish, people weren't used to regional accents, and to a degree regional dialects like we are now - plus they were a lot thicker then, most people in the UK these days understand some of the basic Yorkshire dialect from soap operas like Emmerdale "Owt, Nowt, Thee, goin t'shop" so if you stuck some soldiers from the Home Counties in with some South Welsh Valleys boys from the Rhondda, and Gwynedd (who alone would have trouble understanding each other, esp if the Gwynedd boys were rural, so not used to speaking English much) throw in a few Scousers, a Yorkshireman or two, and a couple of Geordies with an obligatory Glaswegian, and a Unit could have serious issues in communicating within itself - it's not something I have ever read anywhere about, I suppose it just gets overlooked, so was fascinated when my father told me about what my grandad did, after his time "Shooting in and out" of Continental Europe, with the Royal Navy's famous Adventure Travel Agency.
As well as that Welsh language family bible, there is also a much smaller Bible, again in Welsh, with an inscription plate written in English, given to my Mamgu's father in WW1 - it says something like "To John Lewis, Merry Christmas, Lieutenant such and such, The Somme 1916. (I think it's the Somme it says) We do have a photograph of the guy, which isn't clear enough to identify any unit flashes, plus it's a frontal photo, and know very little about him, but he is wearing this weird bandolier thing, and from my research, it was a Royal Artillery Uniform - this is not him, but its a very similar photo with identical uniform. History is amazing stuff!