The Jar & Harp: A multi-generational tale of magic and romance.

"Maybe this was a mistake," Grace said. "It makes more sense at the Jar & Harp."

"What?" Kaelyn cried. "Is there a problem with the Jar? Is there something I should know?"

Claire laid both hands on Kaelyn's arm. "Shush, there's nothing wrong with the Jar. You've got it running better than ever. But...this is all about the Jar."

Kaelyn McAuliffe is getting married in six weeks.

It's going to be a big Irish wedding in an old Buffalo church. The reception will inaugurate her new events venue next door to the family's longtime Irish pub, the Jar & Harp. Kaelyn grew up at the Jar; now she's the manager, and in line to own it. She thought she knew everything about it.

Everything except how it got its name.

Kaelyn's grandmother and owner of the Jar & Harp, Claire, has always brushed off queries with a vague, "It's tradition." The tradition, it seems, goes back at least five generations, and originates with a jolly Irish peddler named Jasper Harp and his little jars of sunshine.

Are they magical? Or the gift of a guardian angel?

Granny Aine's little jar helped her escape murderers in 1897 San Francisco.

Granny Sinead thought she'd gotten the most from her jar rescuing a kitten at Niagara Falls. Then, in 1924, it really came through when her wingwalking stunt threatened a packed grandstand at the Erie County Fair.

Granny Fee, Kaelyn's revered great-grandmother Fiona, spellbinds all with her own Jasper Harp encounter in 1950s Istanbul.

Faith, or fiction? After a long afternoon of astounding stories about her grandmothers and their jars, Kaelyn still isn't sure.

Until she has her own Jasper Harp moment.

The Jar & Harp is an adventure through history, firmly rooted in family. Great reading for all ages!