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Remnants of the original
family stories trickle down generations.
As with all stories, there was truth and imagination interjected
throughout.
Incredibly,
family patriarch and provider
of his large clan Martin Van Buren O’Brien spoke, said, and did every blessed
thing the stories passed down insisted.
“The bastard was a spiteful old sinner…cranky does not begin to describe
his temper…words that son of a bitch could say…Ireland would
weep at the vernacular when Van
exploded in one of his rages…
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| Actually, this is one of our family stones, and the head of the family was Martin. |
Many more true tales hovered about. Subsequently,
at Martin Van Buren O’Brien’s interment, over six hundred town residents gathered
around the grave to hear final words from the priest.
Then, one by one, each passed by the mound of dirt and
spit on it. Some spoke words in their
own vernacular, expressing
heart-felt wishes. One frequently used
phrase was “May you burn in hell, you…..”
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