Dad bought a very old edition of Grimm's Fairy Tales when I
was small. He was very pleased to have
acquired it and dramatically read it to us little people. He excelled at that kind of thing. He made up different voices for the
different characters and held all of us in thrall.
The first story he read to us was Cinderella. That sounds nice, doesn't it? Friendly little creatures helping our
heroine with housework, handsome prince, happily ever after. You haven't read Grimm if you think that's
the story. No, Cinderella is an abused
child whose sisters chop up their feet to get them into that glass
slipper. Birds peck out eyes...
"That's enough for tonight. I'll
tell you another story tomorrow."
We were packed off to bed.
I went to sleep like I always did, and then the screaming
started. I had horrible, horrible,
bloody nightmares. Bloody feet
everywhere.
Dad read another story the next night. More child abuse and death threats. In fact, let's decapitate a child. "Bedtime!" More screaming in the night.
I think you can see how this was all going. Dad quit reading stories from his treasured
book. The screaming nightmares
continued. Dad tried reading nicer
stories in the evenings. He sang
soothing songs just before bedtime. Nothing
worked. I screamed in my sleep for two
weeks.
It was fall then, and it was before anyone was concerned
about carbon emissions from burning leaves.
I helped Dad rake and burn while he lectured me about how I couldn't let
my whole life fall apart because of fairy tales. I needed to get some sleep, and everyone else in the house needed
sleep too. They were just stories. Part of growing up was knowing the
difference between real life and fiction.
I burst into tears.
I sobbed as I told him I tried to have nice dreams. I wasn't "trying to get attention"
like Mom thought. I went into the fetal
position in a pile of raked leaves and couldn't stop crying while Dad stood
over and looked at me.
He made a loud huff and stomped into the house. I continued to cry. He came back with his treasured volume and
we put it in the leaf fire together. No
more fairy tale nightmares. Everybody
in my house agreed; it was the best book burning ever.
For better fairy tales...
Politically Correct: The Ultimate Story Book by James Finn
Garner
Faeries by Froud, Brian and Alan Lee
Linda, I know many parents avoid Grimm's Fairy Tales like the pest. But I knew a young girl who was read aloud these 'bedtime' stories without a disclaimer that 'it is just a story'. That was before the time parenting was discussed or labelled. Looking back her parents adopted the fear-based parenting style. Poor poor girl. Poor you too. And yes, the best book burning ever.
ReplyDeleteMaybe she should've screamed through the night for a couple of weeks too? Hopefully this kind of parenting is over.
ReplyDeleteYes, hopefully.
DeleteOh wow Linda what a nightmare, literally. Grimm's fairy tales are certainly very grim indeed! Burning the book sounds very cathartic indeed! I love your leaf painting today...much more like a happy ending! xx
ReplyDeleteI see it as a happily ever after ending :)
ReplyDeleteThis is actually pretty funny... now.
ReplyDeleteBut yes, Grimm's fairy tales are CREE-PEE! Hansel and Gretel? Yeah, let's abandon these darn stepkids deep in the woods!
I like your comforting leaf pile.
Thanks! I figured leaves were good since I didn't want to post art of bloody feet.
ReplyDeleteMy heart aches with every book that is burned. But I guess in this case it was for a better cause. Walt Disney found quite a few stories from Grimm's Fairy Tale that made it into his classic animations. But none of them looked anything like the original stories...
ReplyDeleteNormally I'd agree with you about book burning but I think it was necessary in this case. The Disney versions of the stories are a lot easier for me :)
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