#6 - Spider Weaver FOURISH

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Fatal vs flend --> flee.
F is for today's feeling, FOURISH!

Spider Weaver

Do I like this story? maybe
I read this story, after several years of telling in the Japanese Gallery at the Asia Art Gallery in San Francisco, and the realization flashed. Spider maiden does not have a name. One saved even by the smallest efforts, is bound with a task. The spider's pay-back for life, weaving and while she serving again under another attack.

A small spider as helpless, a 'damsel in distress', saved by a farmer who a spider honors him (a male) with weaving, the powerful skills of a small spider, female, and nameless. The weaver’s story told to remind listeners of 'his' protection, and all the gifts 'he' received from 'she'. He, as the lead, is usual for the time and country. When telling in the Japanese Gallery, the boys liked the story; the girls turned their heads. Now, finally, I know why, the girl saved again by a 'male' in ‘shining armor’ and 'she' must serve him, nameless.

Gifts given from the maiden spider for her protection is what women do and did. Yesterday and today, the saved woman gives her whole life; she cleans her home, buys the foods, cooks the meal, washes the dishes and clothes, cares for plants, and takes care of the children, drives, and maybe socializes with friends or in a group, and helps her aging parents.

My choices, if lucky, were to marry and have children, become a nun, be a secretary, bookkeeper, court clerk, store clerk, a librarian, nurse, or teacher. I wanted to be an artist, so I became a teacher. My mother liked that, she only went to 8th grade and sent away to become a clerk in another family’s store far away from home. 

Thank goodness today, after many feminists protest, males heard the anguish cries and passed laws, and they have learned family tasks and become an equal partner. Women can now achieve in other fields besides being the caregiver, or a piece of property. Today women are doctors, nurses, news forecasters, scientists, politicians, lawyers, judges, CEOs, and run their own businesses and own companies.
 

#5 - Lady Enid - ESTEEM

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Endanger vs endure --> expel.

E is for today's emotion, ESTEEM.

Lady Enid’s narrative, Knight Geraint of King Author’s Court 

Do I like the Story? Maybe? "Lady Enide stands by her man," a power only a wise woman has. A female voice in the first person and speaking in the past tense not done verbally or written for classic tales. She travels on the quest, horrified, astonished, and marvels at her husband's compelling drive for esteem. The sword in hand, the spear, and lance to win, and using his wife as a decoy, The macho male of my early childhood and his car of shiny armor. I understand the burdens placed on this code of behaviors on young males and, thus, the young females.


Knight Geraint, a jealous lover,  an irresponsible husband, takes his wife, Lady Enid, on a long endangered, perilous quest to prove he is a grand warrior (her knight in shining armor) worthy of her admiration and esteem. I adapted and modifies for the narrative by Lady Enid, Daughter of Earl Ynywl, wife to Geraint of King Author’s Court!

This is an ancient tale, a classic, a Mabinogion Myth, early 11 century, or before with versions that cross between Wales and Brittany France. Maybe a bit of Germanic influence included. Stories traveled with the traders and the troubadours which rode on the trading routes.
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Because this is a long tale, my verbal telling done in scenes or events to remember the story, then only after charting the characters, motives, the plot telling the legend. Organizing into scenes is to ground into the events as stages and lets Enid tell the story.
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 ‘Geraint, Son of Erbin’ from the Welsh Mabinogion, the primitive Celtic Arthurian Myths translated by Lady Charlotte Guest (got to wonder about the name).

www.missgient.net, The Mabinogion, The Welsh Mythology, the books' the translation by Lady Charlotte Guest. The site includes more Classic European Myths and Legends.

**Another good site is Timeless Myths, Arthurian Legends, Erec and Enide, Tales of the Knights, created by Jimmy Joe, all rights, October 2006. One can understand the language is updated, and the story simplified, made readable. The oldest versions told in verse.

#4 - Ursula - DISTINGUISH

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Demand vs dispute --> determined.
D for emotional feeling, distinguish!

 Ursula, The Kitchen Princess

 I do like this story. YES! A girl princess stands up for what she wants. Ursula does accomplish what she desires beyond her father's demands and his misunderstanding of her gift. Much of what women faced when I was a child. 

My dad pushed me to do, to adventure so saved. I saw my friends struggle and comply with the codes and norms, which were steadfast in their families. Most young women got married after high school. I attended Colorado University, which gave me a varied life, although still fenced by male dominance.

URSULA was a princess who lives with her father, King Wilfred, and two older sisters. Their palace was in Eastern Europe sometime in the 14th century when there exist small kingdoms and salt wars to possess the preserver of foods. Ursula, a young feminine 'damsel in distress,' loved to cook and spent all her time in the kitchen. Her father was demanding, disagreeable, and disappointed to his youngest daughter, who preferred the kitchen and the servants. At this time in Europe, the male and the social lines make her a victim. Ursula will not detour her love and runs away from home. A matron, an owner of an INN, helps her improve cooking and serving. The damsel becomes distinguished for her cookery.

Ursula and the Salt of Life, YouTube telling -- is okay, worth viewing.

Story on Wattpad - just a sampling of the first and last parts, as on Bublish.

#3 - Little Prairie HEN!, CHOOSE!

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Caged vs cause --> capable.
C is for today's emotion, CHOOSE!

Little Prairie HEN!

I like this story. The fact a little hen made bread all by herself, she is a winner. The first folktale I heard as a child. My Grandma is my little prairie hen. I needed a female winner, a mother hen, warm and cozy.

We did have the prairie birds on the Alpine Meadows of Colorado, especially at Harzel Flats, we drove through to go fishin'. Grandma Bessie walked behind a coverwagon from Indiana to Limon, Colorado.

Now she lived in Colorado Springs close our home.
My brother and I  walked from our house on 18th Street across a long field to 26th Street to visit Grandma Bessie. We ventured through the disabled train terminal. Trains once traveled up Pike Peak to Cripple Creek to pick up gold then down the mountain to the Golden Cycle Mill, which was abandon and up on sandhill behind our house. We live by Fountain Creek that flowed below the gold mill. What fun we had exploring the creek and old mill!

By the time we got to grandma's house, she had baked fresh bread for us, and we had many stories to tell her. When we arrived, mean, cranky step-grandpa was in his rocking chair demanding, and Grandma served him. He saved her and her four children when her husband died when my mom was six. My Grandma had a garden, cherry, and apple trees, a pond full of fish, chickens, a goat, lots of cats, and six children. She made her bread in a wooden stove and had a water pump in her kitchen. She did all this herself.

When we have a cause, we might think too hard for us, some of us ask for help and are turned down by some. The prairie hen is not upset and does what she must in order to make life easier for her and her chicks. She has a friend to help Mrs. Mouse.

I figured if Grandma Bessie could do these in her world, her granddaughter can in my world. Now on with the compiling the versions, I realize the male voice, dominate in my youth.  I've rewritten and re-image and understand by these stories sang.

Read Bubble #1 and Bubble #3, read on wattpad.
The  PDF with the story of Prairie Hen will be posted later, all the correction and stories, a week for each would be better.

#1 - Able Women, ACHIEVE!

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Afraid vs ABLE --> adapt
A is for today's thoughts, ACHIEVE!

All the stories I tell are in bit and pieces over the vast net in different phases of editing on my computer.

  ABLE WOMEN, or Damsels in Distress

For the A2Z Blog Challenge, each day I collected the various versions of a story and combined the various bits and pieces into the best-written with a driving female narrative. Then framed the story, TheStoryRealm, with the corresponding letter.

I collected folktales about mighty maidens and wise women who were damsels in distress and overcame tyranny and suppression by facing social dominance, male voice. As a child and young adult, I believed males had it all. Then as yesterday, treated as a second-class person as include in these words:

--> female, second to a male;
--> lady, second to a lad;
--> women, second to the men;
--> she or her, second to he;
---> heroine, second to the hero!

Unfortunately, 'he' still leads and solves the problems and dilemmas of our world. As a girl and teenage youth pushed from the success frame because of my sex, I need a voice. So now I edit with a mature feminine voice about my concession to oppression caused by a societal norm of 'him”, as my antagonist in my loved folktales.

For fun today a story is from Aesop Fables,
The Oak and the Reeds

A magnificent Oak stood proudly by a quiet pool and, at its feet grew a cluster modest and slender reeds. Whenever a high wind blew, the tree stood firm as a mountain reaching its limbs high into the sky. The reeds could only bend and bow.
"No wind can ever make me bow my head," said the proud Oak.
"Wait and see,'" whispered the reeds as they swayed with the wind, "Wait and see."
Soon came a furious storm. The reeds were shaken and tossed in the gust this way and that way. The mighty Oak stood tall and straight, defying the storm. The wind came faster and more ferocious. At last, the Oaks roots tore from the ground; the tree fell with a crash.
After the storm passed in the morning light, the reeds stood tall. "You see!" They said softly to the falling Oak. "We bowed to the wind, and we survive. You resisted and perished."

                                                                                  

Compiled by Jerry Pinkey, Norstar, 2000, pages 80-81. 

 I face my nemesis, and I bow, bend to what once I believed.

AtoZ Challenge, CAMPNaNoWri DARE!

During the month of April 2020, with motivation from CAMPNaNoWri to compile and edit a story each day, THAT IS 27 STORIES, Humble Heros and Worthy Women, NOW CALLED DAMSELS IN DISTRESS. 

On this blog, TheStoryRealm, to post daily the character's motivation and 'why I like or dislike the tale' for the AtoZ Blog Challenge. 

When each story is ready for my satisfaction with the frame,  I will share as a PDF from google drive, view only.

This challenge is a dreadful venture or DARE for finishing my book series for Timeless Tales Retold. UPDATED!

Because of the stories I tell are in bit and pieces over the vast net in different phases of writing and editing, my challenge is to collect the various versions of one story and each day during April 2020. Then to combine the various bits and pieces into my best-writing with the driving emotion for the character for her survival; and if why I like this tale.

My forever goal is to download back to Scrivener on my computer for a PDF for Amazon.com’s print-on-demand and kindle. An epub format to published on Smashword.com and with @s, ISBBs, LCCNs, and maybe audio with a video trailer.  

Power to Bobbie, go girl go!
 

Cold, Bitter FOG, ole Boneless

As a child running and playing in the mountains of Colorado, I remember the cold snow, the bitter fog, and the bite of the blowing wind. No matter if your hands had on mitten or gloves or your head was covered after awhile the cold penetrated into your clothing. If you got wet the cold was more dangerous, freezing the cloth, which made your movement tight and hard which caused you to fall into the snow and becoming more cold and stiff. I heard stories of people freezing to death. After getting dangerous cold to the point of falling asleep, I would stagger into the house.

Of course, the rule was all clothing from outside left by the door. Taking off the stiff, frozen coats, leggings, gloves, and hat was an enduring process.

Finally, inside and the feeling of warmth to fiery hot was the best. My cheeks burned. My legs and arms moved. I could think. Death did not get me.

 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ That cold inspired the personality of Ole Fog, Boneless,

My name is Caunte, the second son of the Troll Family from the Oakgrove gardens. Because I traveled with Prince Ivan to find his wife, I am to tell this part of PURSUED, Vasalisa, the Frog Princess.

Luckily, as I tumbled from by home from the top of the arch on the bridge, the PortHole snatched me, and I plunged into the InBetween. Unluckily, the Ole Fog chased me, crawling and grabbing at my hair and clothing. The thickness of his anger blunted the colors and sounds. I concentrated on keeping my legs in front of me while arms and hands pushed the bitter Fog away from my head. His cold stung my eyes and ears. The bitter Fog turned into a wind and whipped ice around me. I covered my ears to block his howls and the freezing. My vision blurred. A long zap signaled an exit from the InBetween. With a 'blip' I bounced under bare trees covered with frost. I smashed onto the iced snow harder than a pile of stones. The hour was late, the night descended. Freezing, I hid in the shadows of the frozen trees. The intriguing beauty of snow and ice exaggerated by moonlight created a wonderland I had never witness.