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Saturday, December 22, 2012
Friday, November 2, 2012
Water becomes Ice in this Fairy Tale of the Two Sorceresses
In Autumn, Killing the Demons Within and Without
Grimm's Saga No. 251, Making Weather and Hail
One time long ago two sorceresses met while residing in a public house. They carried two pails or buckets of water with them, which they placed in a special spot, each discussing with the other whether the contents of these vessels should be made into corn schnaps or wine. The innkeeper, who secretly stood in the corner, listened carefully and in the evening when the two women had gone to bed he took the pails and poured them over the two women sleeping. The water became ice and in that very hour the two both froze to death.
Thursday, November 1, 2012
The Art of Making Hailstones and Winter Gales
A rather gruesome tale for gruesome weather.
How to Influence the Weather with Hailstones and Winter Gales
Grimm's Saga No. 251: Making Weather and Hail
In Berlin two women with supernatural powers were caught in the year 1553 because they knew the art of ice-making. Through their powers these wives were able to ruin the fruits of trees and had snatched the small child of a neighbor woman, gruesomely dismembering the body and cooking it in small pieces. But it happened that through God's grace, the mother searching for her babe came upon the lost child with its little limbs jutting out of the cooking pot. Now both wives were caught and interrogated under torture during which they admitted that if their cooking had not been halted, a frigid frost with ice and storm would have descended on all and ruined the fruit.Read more fairy tales by clicking on link:
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Tuesday, October 30, 2012
The Witch's Dance
Grimm’s Sage No. 252: The Witch’s Dance
There lived a woman in Hembach whose son of barely sixteen
years was named Johannes. She took this son to the Witch’s gathering. Because
he knew how to whistle, she demanded that he whistle while they danced. And so that he could be heard by the dancers,
he was told to climb the highest tree. The young lad followed these
instructions, and climbed the tree. He sat and whistled down upon the group
that danced with such verve and because everything seemed so wonderfully odd he
called out foolishly: “May dear God protect you, from whence comes such dotty
and absurd riff raff?
He had hardly spoken these words when he fell from the tree, sprained his shoulder and cried out that the assembled should come to his aid. But there was no one there, only him alone.
He had hardly spoken these words when he fell from the tree, sprained his shoulder and cried out that the assembled should come to his aid. But there was no one there, only him alone.
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
The Mysterious Wild Man Grinkenschmidt from the Brothers Grimm
Grimm’s Saga No. 157: Grinkenschmidt
In the Detter Mountains, three hours from Muenster,
lived a Wild Man by the name of Grinkenschmidt. He lived deep in a hole beneath
the ground, covered with grass and straw and you can still see today where it
once was. In that hole deep below the soil he made things of iron, rod-like and no one could open these artifacts.
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
Grimm’s Saga 464: King Ludwigs Rib Chatters
Grimm’s Saga 464: King Ludwig's Rib Chatters
Much has been said about King Ludwig’s hardiness and strength. Also the following story has been told: King Ludwig was on a war campaign when a porch or chamber collapsed under his weight. He fell down and his rib jutted out. But he concealed the injury from everyone, completed his trip and it was said that those who accompanied him heard his rib rattling in the procession. When all was done he moved on toward Ach and lay there in bed two months and had his wounds bound properly.
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Sunday, January 29, 2012
Fairy Tale of the Kitten
(Illustration, Tomi Ungerer)
Fairy Tale of the Little KittenA Tale from the German by Ludwig Bechstein
Once a poor wife went into the forest to fetch wood. As she was returning with her burden, she saw a sickly little cat lying behind the fence and it was meowing woefully. The poor woman took pity and carried the little animal home in her apron. But on the way she encountered her own two children. When they saw what their mother was carrying, they asked: “Mother, what are you carrying?“ And both wanted to hold the kitten. But the woman had sympathy for the little creature and would not give it to her children thinking they might bother or tease it, or torment it in some other way. Instead she went home and placed it on a soft cloth and gave it milk to drink. When the kitten had lapped up the milk and had returned to health, it suddenly vanished. After some time the poor woman returned to the forest and with a bundle of wood on her back, she came to the spot where she had found the sick kitten . Now there stood a beautiful woman. She waved to the poor wife and threw five knitting needles into her apron. The woman didn’t know what to think and expressed her gratitude for the strange gift. In the evening she placed the five knitting needles on the table. But the next morning when the woman was leaving home, a pair of new, freshly knitted stockings lay on the table. The poor wife was filled with wonder and the next evening she placed the knitting needles on the table once again. In the morning new stockings lay on the table. Now she noticed that the reward for her compassion was the gift of these hard-working needles. She allowed them to knit every night until she and her children had enough. Then she sold the stockings and had plenty for all the days of her life.
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