A harp my great grand uncle carved out of a bone while imprisoned during the 1916 Irish rebellion.

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  1. Fair play to him; with all the freedom and ability to purchase materials that I have, I’ve never created anything as amazing as what he made with a piece of bone in prison.

  2. That is an amazing piece of our history. You are very lucky to have that. Look into proper preservation methods and proving its authenticity. Then fly to Vegas, go on Pawn Stars, get some cash and have an amazing night where “what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas”.

    Joking about the last bit. Never do that.

  3. The way your grand uncle looked at it, that harp was your birthright. He’d be damned if any Brit’s were gonna put their greasy orange hands on his grand nephews birthright. So he hid it in the one place he knew he could hide something. His ass. Five long years, he wore this harp up his ass. Then he died of dysentery, he gave me the harp. I hid this uncomfortable hunk of bone up my ass for two years. Then, after seven years, I was sent home to my family. And now, little man, I give the harp to you.

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