Years ago my father told the family that he had found out from my grandmother that Louis Cyr, the world’s strongest man in the late 1800’s, was a distant relative of ours somehow. Something to do with being a great, great, great uncle or such.
But I’m not surprised. Just compare the picture of old Louis and myself and you can see a striking resemblance. Or you could ask my dad. He’s ninety years old now but probably remembers.