My maternal grandmother said she was a descendant of Florence Nightengale. She worked on a family tree for years before she died. I don't know who got that.
I loved to hear her tell about growing up in a large family in central Illinois. Her brother said if she would play some songs on the piano for him, he would take her for a ride in his car (one of the first in that town). She got in the car and it started to go backwards. He swore there was something wrong with it and they speeded thru the dirt roads of town at a whopping 20 miles an hour. She was terrified!