The book contains folk, cautionary tales, myths and legends which inspired damsels to overcome challenges in their environment: predators, hunger, oppression, or aggression, and traditional male norms and standards.
I love stories. I told stories as a child: in the backyard digging holes in the sand pile my dad use for cement, playing at the creek, finding frogs or fishing, walking to and from school, sitting in the swing in the garden rocking back and forth on warm Colorado nights, hiking in the Alaska Mountains, sitting on the train going back and forth to Colorado, or having a coffee at a café in Oakland, CA or telling a story to my children before they fell asleep, now my grandchildren who are engrossed with tales.
As a child, drawing was my way of communicating. Today, I am a writer of words as well as a verbal storyteller, which blends skills of illustrating, speaking, and written words to create, enhance, reimage, embroidery, fabricate, and elaborate stories to fascinate those who view, hear, and read the tales!
--->I love stories which inform us about our worlds.
FROM the PRAIRIE HEN or the Little Red Hen ---->
When we have a task, we might think too hard for us, some of us ask for help and are turned down. This can be upsetting. The little hen is not upset and can do what she must in order to make life easier for her and her children.
I love this story because it is my Grandma Bessie. When we visited, 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 early. 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. I figured if Grandma could do in her world so her granddaughter could. I've 'taken on' being unable to spell and write my stories.
To the little hen story, I added a helper, they are out there, only, beware of demanding bullies.
On our way to the thistles walking around the hill, I saw Ground Hog with all his family. “Hello, Ground Hog, will you help me plant these seeds?” “Not I!” barked Ground Hog, “I like my hill. My family digs and eats the roots of grasses.” He chewed on a root as if the best food in the prairie. “Cluck! I will plant these myself.” We walked down the path towards home. SWISH! BLOCK! “AcKkkkk?” Fox found us. “ FAST!” “ RUN!” “HIDE!”
Jack Rabbit jumped in front of us. “I scared you!” “Yes you did, Jack Rabbit.” My chicks come from the tall grasses. “Will you help me plant these seeds?” “Not I!” said Jack Rabbit, “I like the sweet flowers and green grass in the open field where I can see.” Off over the grasses, he hopped. “Cluck! I will plant these myself.”
My chicks and I crossed the creek and saw Musk Rat pulling up watercress. “Hello, Musk Rat, will you help me plants these seeds?” “Not I!” garbled Musk Rat. “I love eating the lettuce and the moss in my creek.” Into the water, she dived. “Cluck! I will do it myself.”