My oldest recorded ancestor worked as the Warden of a Jail in Germany. He had the prisoners make broomsticks, and flooded the local market with second rate brooms making a tidy fortune for himself. We know this, because the head of the broom makers guild complained about the shitty brooms and how they were being driven out of business.
His son became a lawyer, and later a judge. His son became a Lawyer and bought a noble title from the Holy Roman Empire. My family ruled a small area until Napoleon kicked them out.
All that I have now is a family crest. I envy you, von Kegkilla.