Parsley
Once upon a time, long ago, there was a girl who lived with her mother in a small cottage in the forest. She was called Parsley because she went to gather parsley every day for her mother, who was very sick. One day, while she was out picking parsley, her fairy godmother appeared and told her the prince was looking for a bride, and that there was to be three balls for him to find one. Parsley knew she couldn’t go because she was poor and had no dress to wear. Well, her fairy godmother said that she was a good girl and deserved to go. So she waved her magic wand and suddenly Parsley was dressed in a silver gown that sparkled like the stars. She went to the ball, and everyone wondered who the mysterious girl was, but the prince was enchanted with her, and they danced all night.
The next night, there was another ball, and her fairy godmother came again. Once again, she waved her magic wand and suddenly Parsley was dressed in a white gown that glowed like the moon. She went to the ball and danced with the prince.
The next night, was the third, and final, ball. Her fairy godmother came again, and this time, she was dressed in a yellow gown that shone like the sun. It was even more beautiful than the last gown. When the prince saw her, he danced with her, and asked her to be his wife. Parsley said yes. Soon after, Parsley’s mother was well, and the prince and Parsley got married.
Then they stepped on a piece of tin, the tin bent, and the story ent.
This is my retelling, of my mother's retelling, of a story her grandmother told her. We don't know where she heard the story, or if she made it up herself. She closed all of her stories with the tin bent line.
My great grandmother was of German descent, born in New Orleans around 1880. She spent some time in an orphanage, and also traveled the country as an entertainer.
Labels: Fun, Lost stories
posted by Cheryl @ 10:29 AM
1 Comments:
Hey Cheryl, I forget to visit your blog and am just catching up. I liked your line that a "minority of Americans hate our culture". What a brainwash job our media is! I have a friend here that was talking about what cowards the French are and how they never fought in a war. I printed up how they saved the US during the American revolution, a stats page of how many in the French military died in WWII, and the speech that their ambassador gave at the UN on why France would not support the war with Iraq. That speech is telling, everything that the ambassador said would happen if Iraq was invaded has come true. Anyway, we try and educate a bit one person at a time.
I wonder how many generations the "Cinderella" story has been passed through your family. I read an article in Smithsonian some years ago about the oldest Cinderella story being recorded in Egypt. A sheik found a sandal that was so beautifully woven that he knew he must find the woman that wove it, and he did, and she now had both shoes, and they lived happily ever after. Interesting how fairy tales last through the centuries.
Rumors tend to last the centuries also. I remember when I was a child I heard that Mary Magdelene was a reformed prostitute. A few years ago (after reading the DaVinci Code) I found out that Pope Gregory, in 591, intentionally made Mary Magdelene out to be a wonton woman because her gospels actually promoted women's rights and that Jesus told her that men and women are no different in heaven...we couldn't have that could we?
Hope all is well with you, and the invitation is always open for you and yours to come up and visit.
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