A story persists in the McDowell oral history about Lizzie Martin McDowell, my paternal great-grandmother. As the story goes, she was a wicked thing, mean and abusive to both her children and her husband John as well as being generally promiscuous, having an affinity for the local male population. 
Remember Laura Ingalls Wilder’s first novel, Little House in the Big Woods?  I have a similar tale to tell. The pioneer tale of my father’s father’s father’s father’s mother’s father.  Or more succinctly… My 4th-Great-Grandfather, Elisha Marvel.
I’m a little late for St. Patrick’s Day but I have a little Irish tale of beginnings and endings.
Once upon a time, there lived an O’Neill named Thomas and his son Owen. The two men hailed from County Clare but, alas, life on the bonny Isle of Eire was not good. Potato blight and famine cursed the land.