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I didn’t set out to become a family historian—it found me. At around 15 or 16, I was drawn into my family’s past through something simple but powerful: a Victorian photo album my mum kept, alongside old documents and a family Bible. Inside was a photograph of a young boy who, we later learned, grew up to become someone notable in the entertainment world. But beyond a shared surname, we had no idea how he was connected to us. That mystery was enough. The search began—and over