When Amalie was 7-years-old she was sent to a neighboring farm to work because her family was so poor.
I found this little nugget of information tucked in my e-records for my Great-Grandmother (my father’s maternal grandmother) Thyra Amalie Martinsen JENSEN. It took me by surprise because it wasn’t tied to any supporting documentation , I didn’t recall adding the tidbit to my records myself, nor were there any notes of where else the info may have come from. 
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.
Or, in my case, the Danish equivalent of John Smith: Jens Jensen, my paternal great-grandfather.
I know almost nothing about him: he came to the United States in 1900 with my great-grandmother, Thyra Amalia  Martinsen, and their son Oscar; by 1910 , he was farming in Platte, Nebraska and supporting a family of five–wife Amelia, and children Oscar (10), Johanna (7), Marie (6), and Florence (3); by 1920 he has disappeared–separated from my great-grandmother, perhaps divorced. There are stories of his drinking and squandering of money.