Skeletons will exist in every cupboard. We are all a collection of mongrels, very few of us would justify an entry in a Crufts Register, or indeed in any livestock register. We have sinned over the centuries. That, for me, is part of the delight. That is the normal way.
Many families have an historian.
A Fred or Gwen who seem to have picked up all the family gossip over the years. Some of them seem to lead very boring lives, preferring to get their kicks out the troubles and misdemeanors of other family members, but that is bye the way. History is taking place today. I have done things today, seen events that will never happen again. Walking through the garden, scenting the first flower from that rose we bought, on impulse, last year.