I was at least eight years old when I first started a lifelong preservation about this story, an old Grimm's Fairy Tale scattered in with Rumpelstiltskin, Little Red Riding Hood, The Goose Girl, Cinderella, The Fisherman's Wife and The Brave Little Tailor is this story entitled "The Hurds."
Why this one story woke me up and alerted me to the possibilities in life where this was a technique that I could use (i.e. waste not want not, re-purpose, reuse, exhibiting taste and thrift and creativeness) me, a little white girl with tightly permed hair, sitting cross legged on the floor reading the book to myself. I made up a song that went with the words. Why have had total fascination with the idea "The Hurds" represented is anybody's guess, but spark and inspire me it did, and still does. I thought to write a paean to the story just to get it off my back for a while so I may preservate about something else for a while.
Hurds, by the way, are bits of flax wasted in the spinning process
The Hurds
""Once upon a time there was a girl who was beautiful, but lazy and negligent. When she had to spin she was so ill tempered that if there was a little knot in the flax, she at once pulled out a whole heap of it, and scattered it about on the ground beside her. Now she had a servant who was industrious, and who gathered together the discarded flax, cleaned it, spun it well, and had a beautiful dress woven out of it for herself.
A young man had courted the lazy girl, and the wedding was about to take place. On the eve of the wedding, the industrious girl was dancing merrily about in her beautiful dress, and the bride said,
"Oh, wie das Mädchen kann zu springen,
in meinem Schäben!"
("Ah, how that girl can jump about,
in my hurds!")
(only I sang "Tomorrow will be my dancin' day, I dance in the dress she threw away. . .")
The bridegroom heard this, and asked the bride what she meant by it. So she told him that the girl was wearing a dress made from the flax which she had thrown away. When the bridegroom heard this, and saw how lazy she was, and how industrious the poor girl was, he gave her up and went to the other girl, and chose her as his wife.
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And as far as the Brothers Grimm goes that is as good as it gets for a gal, ya know. So much for role models.
Has anyone else a rememory of something that struck you for life, like this?
Merle
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