We moved to South Central Iowa to the farm where my dad had grown up, where my grandfather had grown up. The house was actually, it was a tiny little house. It was about 600 square feet and it was built by my great-grandfather. And that’s the house I spent time in as a child.

My great-grandfather, Peter O’Hara, was born in Ireland, I believe, in County Clare. His father, my great-great-grandfather, had actually come to America a generation before when times were very bad in Ireland. He worked in the Pennsylvania area and did well with horses and farming.

My maternal great-grandfather Don Juan del Gallego was a Spanish adventurer from Asturias, Spain. He sailed on a galleon ship to the Philippines. He then went to the Bicol region to build a town that eventually became known as Del Gallego.

There is no need to tell you that the ‘Prince of Salina’ is the Prince Lampedusa, my great-grandfather Giulio Fabrizio.

My great-grandfather was the last ruler of the Choctaw Nation, and from birth, I was taught that my role was to restore the power and the glory to my bloodline.

I come from a line of railroad men. My great-grandfather was a surveyor for the Burlington Railroad.

My great-grandfather, Karl Wallenda, was my biggest hero in life, my biggest inspiration behind everything I do.

After music, trees are my passion. My great-grandfather was a forester, so maybe it is genetic. My father would take me for walks in the forest and sometimes I would play truant with him. ‘You won’t learn anything in a communist school, my boy,’ he would say. He loved trees too.

I know that my great-grandfather – George Rich – was born in Cape Town in 1866 and it set my journey off to go to Cape Town to discover and find out more.

If I were related to Monet, I don’t know if I would be comfortable becoming an artist because it’s too much, the comparison. If I wrote a book and put it out, the comparison to my great-grandfather, the comparison would be hilarious. Every critic, it would be their dream, they’d tear me apart.

My great-grandfather, like many, came to this country in search of the American dream.

My great-grandfather was a variety hall comedian called Billy Mack.

My great-grandfather was a man of great vision, drive, and native intelligence, with some human flaws amplified by limited education, limited social range, and questionable influence from some of his advisers.

My great-grandfather was prime minister of Canada, and I had a very Edwardian upbringing. It was a beautiful, romantic way of growing up, until the family lost its money. And I decided to be bad and rough and find the streets rather than the gates.

The family on my mom‘s side, their whole business is inventing and pitching stuff. My grandfather is in infomercials. He’s a pitchman, so if you’re ever watching TV late at night, you’ll probably see him pitching knives. My great-grandfather also invented the plastic cheese grater.

My great-grandfather Melvin had been a carpenter – so was my father – and they taught me the value of tools: saws, hammers, chisels, files and rulers. It all dealt with conciseness and precision. It eliminated guesswork. One has to know his tools, so he doesn’t work against himself.

My dad had been an actor… not only had my dad been an actor, but his dad had been an actor, and my great-grandfather had been an actor. And who knows before then?

My great-grandfather fought with the Colonial Army in New England in the American Revolution.

I don’t have a traditional design background, but it’s inherent to me. My father was in the fabric industry, and even my grandfather and my great-grandfather were lace manufacturers.

My great-grandfather was in the army in India, and we have photographs of my family there in full Victorian dress. They’re incredibly romantic.

I do everything I do to pay tribute to my great-grandfather.

In rural parts of China, it’s like stepping back into the era of my grandfather or great-grandfather – not much has changed.

My great-grandfather was a coal miner, who worked in Pennsylvania mines when carts were pulled by mules and mines were lit by candles. Mining was very dangerous work then.

You gotta understand, my great-grandfather was German and Irish. My grandmother was Indian, and my grandfather was African-American, so we all got a little something in us.

All of us are so mixed. My great-grandfather was white.

My great-grandfather and his two brothers fought at Gettysburg. They were in artillery, and they survived the war, thank goodness. So I revere what they did. I think their motivations were honorable when they undertook the war and participated in it along with other Southerners.

My father was a great business leader and humanitarian who dedicated his life to the company and the community. He also was a wonderful family man, a loving husband, father, grandfather and great-grandfather. He will be greatly missed by everyone who knew him, yet he will continue to inspire us all.

Smoking-related heart disease runs in my family. My grandfather and great-grandfather died in their early 40s.

My great-grandfather, Sam Aykroyd, was a dentist in Kingston, Ontario, and he was also an Edwardian spiritualist researcher who was very interested in what was going on in the invisible world, the survival of the consciousness, precipitated paintings, mediumship, and trans-channeling.

A male can be a boy, a man, a love/husband, a father, a grandfather, a great-grandfather, but they don’t have any knowledge what’s happening inside a woman‘s body. That’s what I had learnt in my early married life.