Does any of you in the English speaking world know the fairy tale of "Mother Holle"?

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  1. LaFoto

    LaFoto Just Corinna in real life Staff Member Supporting Member

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    ugly and idle one, because she was her own daughter; and the other, who was a step-daughter, was obliged to do all the work, and be the Cinderella of the house. Every day the poor girl had to sit by a well, in the highway, and spin and spin till her fingers bled.
    Now it happened that one day the shuttle was marked with her blood, so she dipped it in the well, to wash the mark off; but it dropped out of her hand and fell to the bottom. She began to weep, and ran to her step-mother and told of the mishap. But she scolded her sharply, and was so merciless as to say, "Since you have let the shuttle fall in, you must fetch it out again."
    So the girl went back to the well, and did not know what to do; and in the sorrow of her heart she jumped into the well to get the shuttle. She lost her senses; and when she awoke and came to herself again, she was in a lovely meadow where the sun was shining and many thousands of flowers were growing. Along this meadow she went, and at last came to a baker's oven full of bread, and the bread cried out, "Oh, take me out! take me out! or I shall burn; I have been baked a long time!" So she went up to it, and took out all the loaves one after another with the bread-shovel. After that she went on till she came to a tree covered with apples, which called out to her, "Oh, shake me! shake me! we apples are all ripe!" So she shook the tree till the apples fell like rain, and went on shaking till they were all down, and when she had gathered them into a heap, she went on her way.
    At last she came to a little house, out of which an old woman peeped; but she had such large teeth that the girl was frightened, and was about to run away.
    But the old woman called out to her, "What are you afraid of, dear child? Stay with me; if you will do all the work in the house properly, you shall be the better for it. Only you must take care to make my bed well, and shake it thoroughly till the feathers fly—for then there is snow on the earth. I am Mother Holle."
    As the old woman spoke so kindly to her, the girl took courage and agreed to enter her service. She attended to everything to the satisfaction of her mistress, and always shook her bed so vigorously that the feathers flew about like snow-flakes. So she had a pleasant life with her; never an angry word; and boiled or roast meat every day.
    She stayed some time with Mother Holle, and then she became sad. At first she did not know what was the matter with her, but found at length that it was homesickness; although she was many times better off here than at home, still she had a longing to be there. At last she said to the old woman, "I have a longing for home, and however well off I am down here, I cannot stay any longer; I must go up again to my own people." Mother Holle said, "I am pleased that you long for your home again, and as you have served me so truly, I myself will take you up again." Thereupon she took her by the hand, and led her to a large door. The door was opened, and just as the maiden was standing beneath the doorway, a heavy shower of golden rain fell, and all the gold remained sticking to her, so that she was completely covered over with it.
    "You shall have that because you are so industrious," said Mother Holle; and at the same time she gave her back the shuttle which she had let fall into the well. Thereupon the door closed, and the maiden found herself up above upon the earth, not far from her mother's house.



    And as she went into the yard the cock was sitting by the well-side, and cried—
    "Cock-a-doodle-doo!​
    Your golden girl's come back to you!" ​
    So she went in to her mother, and as she arrived thus covered with gold, she was well received, both by her and her sister.
    The girl told all that had happened to her; and as soon as the mother heard how she had come by so much wealth, she was very anxious to obtain the same good luck for the ugly and lazy daughter. She had to seat herself by the well and spin; and in order that her shuttle might be stained with blood, she stuck her hand into a thorn bush and pricked her finger. Then she threw her shuttle into the well, and jumped in after it.
    She came, like the other, to the beautiful meadow and walked along the very same path. When she got to the oven the bread again cried, "Oh, take me out! take me out! or I shall burn; I have been baked a long time!" But the lazy thing answered, "As if I had any wish to make myself dirty!" and on she went. Soon she came to the apple-tree, which cried, "Oh, shake me! shake me! we apples are all ripe!" But she answered, "I like that! one of you might fall on my head," and so went on.
    When she came to mother Holle's house she was not afraid, for she had already heard of her big teeth, and she hired herself to her immediately.
    The first day she forced herself to work diligently, and obeyed Mother Holle when she told her to do anything, for she was thinking of all the gold that she would give her. But on the second day she began to be lazy, and on the third day still more so, and then she would not get up in the morning at all. Neither did she make Mother Holle's bed as she ought, and did not shake it so as to make the feathers fly up. Mother Holle was soon tired of this, and gave her notice to leave. The lazy girl was willing enough to go, and thought that now the golden rain would come. Mother Holle led her, too, to the great door; but while she was standing beneath it, instead of the gold a big kettleful of pitch was emptied over her. "That is the reward of your service," said mother Holle, and shut the door.


    So the lazy girl went home; but she was quite covered with pitch, and the cock by the well-side, as soon as he saw her, cried out—
    "Cock-a-doodle-doo!​
    Your pitchy girl's come back to you!" ​
    But the pitch stuck fast to her, and could not be got off as long as she lived.

    (Copied from the National Geographic site)
     
  2. Alex_B

    Alex_B No longer a newbie, moving up!

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    :lmao:

    lost in translation ;)
     
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    LaFoto Just Corinna in real life Staff Member Supporting Member

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    My question is genuine.
    Today I asked Fiona (the dance instructor), who is English, and she didn't know neither the contents of the tale nor its possible name in English.
    Google ("Grimm's Fairy Tales") produced the site by National Geographic as the first, and in amongst a couple of others (better known also in English and with its English titles), there was this "Mother Holle". Until today, I had never heard about it in English! So I began to wonder.... and just asked! :D
     
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    Christina TPF Noob!

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    either i dont get the morale, or it ended abruptly..

    i know the deserving was showered with wealth and the lazy not, but am i missing something?
     
  5. LaFoto

    LaFoto Just Corinna in real life Staff Member Supporting Member

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    No, the story ended like that in the one I found and copied.

    And yes, the good was covered in gold and wealth and the lazy got punished by being covered in tar that she could not wash off any more, so she'd always stick out as "the baddie" for the rest of her life (I think).

    But from your reply I begin to understand that the fairy tale is NOT as common in the Anglo-American world, as "Cinderella", "Little Red Riding Hood", "Little Snow White" and "Hansel and Gretel" are, for example? Thought as much, for Fiona didn't know it, either, nor its name. And she's English.

    The reason why I am asking this at all is: the dance teacher for whom I have most recently taken photos at their rehearsal (who is not Fiona who did her big "Carmina Burana" project back in June) is practising a danced version of this very fairy tale, "Frau Holle", as it is called in German, and I wanted to get a feeling of how many of you would know what it is all about and how many would not. Now I come to the conclusion that apart from our few German members, no one knows about it. So if I may ever get release to show some of my photos taken during the rehearsals (as examples for my first use of the new Speedlite, too), I might have to explain a lot more than I though (or just don't, as no one's really THAT interested in my ramblings, anyway).

    That is the whole reason for this thread... ;)
     
  6. Meysha

    Meysha still being picky Vicky

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    You bought a speedlite!!?!??! Oh you gorgeous thing!! You must be so excited! Have fun with it.

    With regards to the fairy tale, I've never heard of it either unfortunately. But I do love Carmina Burana. Adrian and I went and saw it a few weeks ago - it was breathtaking.
     
  7. LaFoto

    LaFoto Just Corinna in real life Staff Member Supporting Member

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    Ah well, at least I found a site out there (more than that one, and the tale is always the same, also on the other sites that I have found) which tells the tale in English.

    So I can always refer people back to THIS VERY thread when I post photos of the rehearsals (and later hopefully also of the performance), heehee.
     

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