Winter-Spring 2015 Paper Cuttings and Collages
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"View From Lavaux"
"Free Range"
"Blackbird Spring"
"Flustered, Mustard, and Custard"
"Sussex Rooster"
11 years ago
(more of a GLOB than a blog...)
Once upon a time there was a little old man and a little old woman, and they lived together in a little old house with their Little Dog Turpie.
That night, when the little old man and the little old woman were in bed, out of the woods came the Hobyahs. Up, up, on their long toes, creeping, creeping, through the soft grass, waving their wild tails, came the Hobyahs. And they shouted, "Break down the house, carry off the little old man, eat up the little old woman!" And Little Dog Turpie heard them coming, but the little old man had taken off his head, and now he couldn't bark any more and frighten them away.


And the big finish...
Both of the Farmer's Market photos were taken by photographer Phyllis Groner.Hans Wilhem interviewed by Christina Haskins from Hans Wilhelm on Vimeo.
Brother Blue died this past Tuesday. Jeff got an email from a friend (thanks, Doug) and immediately forwarded it to me: Hugh M. Hill; weaved stories as Brother Blue - The Boston Globe
The next semester I became a TA myself. That was the semester that Brother Blue came to class. Here was this man, dressed like some sort of crazy jester (he has been called a "bedecked, scat-speaking story spinner") who rattled stuff and used his voice like a musical instrument and he told the story of Miss Wonderlick and I was gone, man, solid gone!
I keep forgetting that I co-authored a book. Jeff keeps reminding me. So I'm not really blowing my own horn here, I'm just using this space to keep track of myself. Back in the dark ages, Martha asked me to write Storycraft with her. The thing that I'm most proud of is the artwork. It's also still available from the publisher, so hey-why keep it a secret?
Many, MANY educators are doing great things with Pourquoi stories in the classroom. This story form is easy to emulate and lots of fun. In fact, one of my childhood teachers (I wonder who?) used the theme for a creative writing unit. Somewhere in my vast collection of paper ephemera I probably have the story that I wrote. I remember that it is kind of Egyptian and involves both adultery (I read a lot of Greek myths when I was a kid - the philandering of Zeus and Aphrodite must have infiltrated my subconscious) and the origin of cats (big surprise!)
Book of Greek Myths, by Ingri and Edgar Parin D’Aulaire (Doubleday, 1962)
The Flannel Board Storytelling Book, by Judy Sierra (H. W. Wilson; 2nd Revised edition, 1997)
So now I run isolated workshops twice a year or so, and I do a lot of activities with local Scout groups to help them earn storytelling badges and such. It is SO much fun, and not at all like school (no offense to all the wonderful language arts teachers in the world.) These are notes from my first workshop five years ago (March 2004). It was at a local education event for gifted children and their families. The children in my workshops were in grades two and three. I have scattered some of their beautiful artwork throughout this post.
Introduction :00- :05
Time Travel Activity with Story #1 :10 - :20
What is a POURQUOI story? :20 - :25
Flannelboard Demo with Story #2 :25 - :30
Here are some ideas (find more in books listed in the Resources section):
Putting it all together:
My bleeding heart blossoms are fading very slowly thanks to the cool rainy weather. I have both the pink and the white varieties. Yesterday afternoon a little girl named Damaris spotted my white bleeding hearts in the garden bouquet on my desk and told me that her mother and grandmother - both native Spanish speakers - call these flowers "turtle" (or "tortuga" in Spanish.) I plucked a blossom off for Damaris so that she could show me. It took me a minute to see exactly what she meant, but she's right. If you look at them differently (try sideways or upside down), the hearts look like little sea turtles with flippers!
So last night I got obsessed with trying to find folk stories about bleeding hearts, specifically my favorite, Dicentra Spectabalis, which is the "old-fashioned" variety that many of us remember from our parents' and grandparents' gardens. I've discovered that my "Bleeding Heart" is also known as "Lady in the Bath", "Lady's Locket", "Lyre Flower" and "Venus' Car". Native to Korea, China and Siberia, it was imported to Europe from China by Englishman Robert Fortune in 1846, after the Treaty of Nanking in 1842 opened up freer trade relations between Britain and China.
I've told the story of "Princess Dicentra in the Bleeding Heart" from Sunflower Houses, by Sharon Lovejoy to Brook and Alice for so many years that I'm sure they can tell it themselves by now. I don't know if it's from folklore or if it's an original tale. In the story, a beautiful princess named Dicentra is imprisoned in a flower by an evil witch until a child, attracted by the beauty of the flower, sets her free. You can read a bit more in this article.
"A long time ago there lived a beautiful princess named Dicentra. The prince in the neighboring country just knew he had to marry her. His mother the queen was very jealous, though, because Dicentra was so beautiful. On the day of the wedding, the queen turned Princess Dicentra into a flower so that she could never marry the prince. To this day, Princess Dicentra wears her wedding gown on the day she was supposed to marry. If you very carefully take the bleeding heart petals and pull them back as far as possible, then use some imagination, you'll see a Cinderella-type dress shape."
If you don't have any blossoms handy to play with, it may be hard to visualize just how to use the flower parts to tell the story. But just the other day, Beth at Acorn Pies shared some nice flower photographs, including a great closeup of the Princess Dicentra.
Last of all, I found an old Victorian weeper, The Legend of the Bleeding-Heart, by Annie Fellows Johnston. First published in 1907, there are lots of versions posted online. The one at Project Gutenberg is in an easy-to-read format, but the book's original pages have an interesting layout, so try this version if you have the patience. There's also a reprint available for people who are in a shopping mood.
I drew a bleeding heart in 2005. I kinda like it.
Given people's fascination with this flower, it's no wonder that I found Dicentra postage stamps from different corners of the world (you've already seen the one from Korea above.)
Here is a funny story that really resonated with me when I read it a few weeks ago (some of you know why!) It's from a sweet little book (an ex-library copy) that my friend Martha found and saved for me. You can find a complete citation* at the end of the story. Thanks to the son of the author** (thanks, Param!) and to the step-daughter of the illustrator*** (thanks, Jane!) for kindly giving me permission to reproduce the whole shebang here.
She told the wise woman all about it, and asked her what she should do. "First of all," said the wise woman, "don't ever say again you can't manage by yourself. And secondly, just go home now and when you get to your doorstep, stand there and shout 'The hill's on fire!' Then all the little old women will come dashing out to have a look, and you must shut the door quickly, and as fast as you can make everything higgledy-piggledy, topsy-turvey, upside down and inside out and as tingle-tangled as can be. And last of all wake up your husband by splashing some water on his face."
"I can't," said the bucket. "My handle's on the wrong end. I'm all upside down."
© Leila Berg
"Sometimes you will be telling the story to a group of children. They will be sitting in front of you in a row, or in several rows, their faces very grave, their eyes fixed on you. So many faces you will have to watch for signs of strain, so many faces you will have to speak right into, telling your personal tale to each one child! But sometimes all the faces will break into glee, or the children leap to their feet and declaim with delight the jingle that has come so many times before and makes the story everybody's, not only the teller's."