Very true. It is also very beautiful.
My mother's mother's father was a Dickson, harking back to Robert the Bruce.
His wife, though, was the daughter of a man who came with his mother and brother to Rochester, NY from Germany when he wsa 15, after his father died.
He went to college in NY and studied under a Chemistry professor who had studied in Paris under Daguerre, and taught Grandpa Schorb photography.
He was written up in The State and The Sandlapper in the 70's as probably the first traveling photographer in America, ending up in York, SC, dixie.
He had a photography studio there, taking many photographs of the Civil War period, but also became head of the York Female Academy - a very learned man.
He painted life-sized backdrops for his portrait photos - and played the organ in his church for 50 years.
My mother remembered him well, living into his 90's, and died when she was 8 years old.