Seligor's Castle, where there is so much fun for all of our children in the land. Struwwelpeter
STRUWWELPETER Or Shaggy Peter
Or, Merry Stories & Funny Pictures.
It was my birthday on the 1st of September and as I'm sure you all know my passions are; my wonderful husband Peter, then books and music, not forgetting my huge family and all the pets. So you can imagine my delight when I open the wrapping paper and there is a scruffy board book called "Struwwelpeter" oh my goodness, I was so happy. The book was written first in 1845 and my copy was reprinted in the early 1900's having no date or Author just Blackie who were the publishers. I hope to put all the pictures and stories between this web site and Diddilydeedot's Dreamland. They are not the nicest of stories I must admit, but if your good and kind then I'm sure you will be alright.
The gentleman who wrote the book is, well, I shall let Wiki tell you;
Der
Struwwelpeter (1845) is a popular German children's book by Heinrich
Hoffmann. It comprises ten illustrated and rhymed stories, mostly about
children. Each has a clear moral
that demonstrates the disastrous consequences of misbehavior in an
exaggerated way. The title of the first story provides the title of the
whole book. Literally translated, Struwwel-Peter means Shaggy-Peter.
Hoffmann, a Frankfurt psychiatrist, wanted to buy a picture book for his son for Christmas in 1844. Not impressed by what the stores had to offer, he instead bought a notebook and wrote his own stories and pictures. Hoffmann was persuaded by friends to publish the book anonymously as Lustige Geschichten und drollige Bilder mit 15 schön kolorierten Tafeln für Kinder von 3-6 Jahren
(Funny Stories and Whimsical Pictures with 15 Beautifully Coloured
Panels for Children Aged 3 to 6) in 1845.
It was not until the third
edition in 1858 that the book was published under the title Struwwelpeter.
The book became very popular among children throughout Europe, and,
writes author and researcher Penni Cotton, the pictures and characters
showed a great deal of originality and directness.
Struwwelpeter has been translated into several languages. The first English translation appeared in 1848. Mark Twain's English translation of the book is called "Slovenly Peter."
This
is the book cover, a bit scruffy but I don't think it would have
bothered our Struwwelpeter very much, just look at those finger nails.
(I hope he never tried to pick his nose!
In 2006, Fantagraphics Books published the first completely digital version of Struwwelpeter, reinterpreted and illustrated by Bob Staake.
The
Story of the Man that went out Shooting
This is the man that shoots the
hares;
This is the coat he always wears: With game-bag, powder-horn, and gun
He's going out to have some fun.
The hare sits snug in leaves and grass, And laughs to see the green man pass,
He finds it hard, without a pair Of spectacles, to shoot the hare.
Now, as the sun grew very
hot,
And he a heavy gun had got,
He lay down underneath a tree
And went to sleep, as you may see.
And, while he slept like any top,
The little hare came, hop, hop, hop,
Took gun and spectacles, and then
On her hind legs went off again.
The green man wakes and sees her
place
The spectacles upon her face; And now she's trying all she can
To shoot the sleepy, green-coat man. He cries and screams and runs away;
The hare runs after him all day And hears him call out everywhere:
"Help! Fire! Help! The Hare! The Hare!"
At last he stumbled at the
well,
Head over ears, and in he fell. The hare stopped short, took aim and, hark!
Bang went the gun—she missed her mark!
The poor man's wife was drinking
up
Her coffee in her coffee-cup; The gun shot cup and saucer through;
"Oh dear!" cried she; "what shall I do?" There lived close by the cottage there
The hare's own child, the little hare; And while she stood upon her toes,
The coffee fell and burned her nose. "Oh dear!" she cried, with spoon in hand,
"Such fun I do not understand."
Oh dear I don't trim very well do I, oops. I will have to move my scanner to an easier place to work with.It is so-o-o squint!
Now first I must apologise for all this time without a blog, sorry. I have been very busy the last two weeks doing this and that. But I hadn't forgot any of you, in fact I rather missed you all. So here is another Struwwelpeter to make up for it.
STRUWWELPETER Or Shaggy Peter by Heinrich
Hoffmann. The Dreadful Story of Harriet and the Matches
It almost makes me cry to tell
What foolish Harriet befell.
Mamma and Nurse went out one day
And left her all alone at play.
Now, on the table close at hand,
A box of matches chanced to stand;
And kind Mamma and Nurse had told her,
That, if she touched them, they would scold her.
But Harriet said: "Oh, what a pity!
For, when they burn, it is so pretty;
They crackle so, and spit, and flame:
Mamma, too, often does the same."
The pussy-cats heard this,
And they began to hiss,
And stretch their claws,
And raise their paws;
"Me-ow," they said, "me-ow, me-o,
You'll burn to death, if you do so."
But Harriet would not take advice:
She lit a match, it was so nice!
It crackled so, it burned so clear—
Exactly like the picture here.
She jumped for joy and ran about
And was too pleased to put it out.
The Pussy-cats saw this
And said: "Oh, naughty, naughty Miss!"
And stretched their claws,
And raised their paws:
"'Tis very, very wrong, you know,
Me-ow, me-o, me-ow, me-o,
You will be burnt, if you do so."
And see! oh, what dreadful thing!
The fire has caught her apron-string;
Her apron burns, her arms, her hair—
She burns all over everywhere.
Then how the pussy-cats did mew—
What else, poor pussies, could they do?
They screamed for help, 'twas all in vain!
So then they said: "We'll scream again;
Make haste, make haste, me-ow, me-o,
She'll burn to death; we told her so."
So she was burnt, with all her clothes,
And arms, and hands, and eyes, and nose;
Till she had nothing more to lose
Except her little scarlet shoes;
And nothing else but these was found
Among her ashes on the ground. And when the good cats sat beside
The smoking ashes, how they cried!
"Me-ow, me-oo, me-ow, me-oo,
What will Mamma and Nursey do?"
Their tears ran down their cheeks so fast,
They made a little pond at last.
STRUWELPETER
The wonderful Video Stories come from the fabulous youtube as usual.
Here is Cruel Fredrick, see!
A horrid wicked boy was he;
He caught the flies, poor little things,
And then tore off their tiny wings,
He killed the birds, and broke the chairs,
And threw the kitten down the stairs;
And oh! far worse than all beside,
He whipped his Mary, till she cried.
The trough was full, and faithful Tray Came out to drink one sultry day; He wagged his tail, and wet his lip, When cruel Fred snatched up a whip, And whipped poor Tray till he was sore, And kicked and whipped him more and more: At this, good Tray grew very red, And growled, and bit him till he bled; Then you should only have been by, To see how Fred did scream and cry
So Fredrick had to go to bed: His leg was very sore and red! The Doctor came, and shook his head, And made a very great to-do, And gave him nasty physic too.
If the world was full of Artists,
Sportspeople, musicians etc wow what a wonderful world we would have.There is so much talent is this world, it makes one proud to be human.
Henny Penny
One day Henny Penny was scratching in the
farmyard looking for something good to eat when, suddenly, something
hit her on the head. "My goodness me!" she said. "The sky must be
falling down. I must go and tell the king."
She had not gone far when she met her friend Cocky Locky.
"Where are you going in such a hurry?" he called out.
"I am going to
tell the king that the sky is falling down," said Henny Penny.
"I will come with you," said Cocky Locky.
So Henny Penny and Cocky Locky hurried along
together towards the king's palace. On the way they saw Ducky Lucky
swimming on the pond.
"Where are you going?" he called out.
"We are going to tell the king the sky is falling down," replied Henny Penny. "We must go quickly, as there is no time to lose."
"I will come with you," said Ducky Lucky, shaking the water off his feathers.
So
Henny Penny, Cocky Locky and Ducky Lucky hurried on together towards
the king's palace. On the way they met Goosey Loosey, who called out,
"Where are you all going in such a hurry?"
"We are on our way to tell the king the sky is falling down," said Henny Penny. "I will come with you," said Goosey Loosey.
So Henny Penny, Cocky Locky, Ducky Lucky and
Goosey Loosey hurried on together towards the king's palace. Round the next corner they met Turkey Lurkey. "Where are you all going on this fine day?" she called out to them.
"It won't be a fine day for long," replied Henny Penny. "The sky is falling down, and we are hurrying to tell the king." "I
will come with you," said Turkey Lurkey. So Henny Penny, Cocky Locky,
Ducky Lucky, Goosey Loosey and Turkey Lurkey all went on towards the
king's palace.
Now on their way they met Foxy Loxy who asked, "Where
are you going in such a hurry?"
"We are going to the king's palace to tell him the sky is falling down," replied Henny Penny.
"That is a very important message," said Foxy Loxy.
"I will come with you. In fact if you follow me I can show you a short cut to the king's palace, so you will get there sooner."
So
Henny Penny, Cocky Locky, Ducky Lucky, Goosey Loosey and Turkey Lurkey
all followed Foxy Loxy. He led them to the wood, and up to a dark hole,
which was the door to his home. Inside his wife and five hungry
children were waiting for him to bring home some dinner.
That,
I am sorry to say, was the end of Cocky Locky, Ducky Lucky, Goosey
Loosey and Turkey Lurkey, for one by one they all followed Foxy Loxy
into his home, and they were all eaten up by the hungry fox family.
Henny
Penny was the last to enter the Fox's hole and she heard Cocky Locky
crowing in alarm in front of her. Squawking with fright and scattering
feathers, she turned and ran as fast as she could for the safety of her
own farmyard. There she stayed there and she never did tell the king that the
sky was falling down.
All
of these stories will have an explanation from Wikipeadia, maybe even
other places if I find them on my travels. I knew this story as Chicken
Licken when I was small.
Diddily. xx
The Sky Is Falling, better known as Chicken Licken, Henny Penny or Chicken Little is an old fable about a chicken (or a hare
in early versions) who believes the sky is falling. The phrase, "The
sky is falling," has passed into the English language as a common idiom
indicating a hysterical or mistaken belief that disaster is imminent.
Although sometimes mistakenly listed as one of Aesop's Fables, the story actually originates from the Jataka Tales of Buddhist Indian folklore. The basic motif and many of the elements of the tale can be found in the Daddabha Jataka . The Jatakas
comprise a large body of folklore dating from around Gautama Buddha's
time (6th century BCE) to the third century CE. However, this ancient
version features a hare as the central character rather than a chicken,
and the wise protagonist is a lion (the Bodhisattva or future Buddha)
There are many versions of the story, but the basic premise is that
a chicken eats lunch one day, and believes the sky is falling down
because an acorn
falls on her head. She decides to tell the King, and on her journey
meets other animals who join her in the quest. In most retellings, the
animals all have rhyming names such as Henny Penny. Finally, they come
across Foxy Loxy, a fox who offers the chicken and her friends his help.
After
this point, there are many endings. In the most famous one,
Foxy Loxy eats the chicken's friends, but the last one, usually Cocky
Lockey, survives enough to warn the chicken and she escapes. Other
endings include Foxy eating them all; the characters being saved by a
squirrel or anowl and getting to speak to the King; the characters
being saved by the King's hunting dogs; even one version in which the sky actually falls and kills Foxy Loxy.
Depending on the version, the moral
changes. In the "happy ending" version, the moral is not to be a
"Chicken", but to have courage. In other versions the moral is usually
interpreted to mean "do not believe everything you are told". In the
latter case, it could well be a cautionary political tale: The Chicken
jumps to a conclusion and whips the populace into mass hysteria, which
the unscrupulous fox uses to manipulate them for his own benefit.
GRANDMA'S STORIES ---- THE RABBIT
In jungle lore a rabbit is said to be a fainthearted animal amongst many
animals that live in the jungle. The rabbit is the most timid by nature.
He is startled and frightened at the slightest sound and runs away as
if his house is on fire. All the animals of the forest started calling
the rabbit ' Mister Faintheart'. The rabbit disliked this kind of
name-calling and did not know what to do to stop it. He went up to the wise old owl who lived in the hollow of a big Banyan
tree
and was known throughout the animal kingdom for his wisdom. He could
solve the most difficult of problems. The rabbit wanted the owl's
advice. The rabbit said to the owl, "All the animals in the forest
call me ' Mr. Faintheart'. I feel hurt and I want to remove this
impression that the animals of the jungle have. What should I do?" The owl replied, " Never fear anyone." The rabbit wondered, " How was that possible?" The
owl explained to the rabbit, " First you should mix with animals who
are smaller than you. After that move around with your peers and make
friends all around. And finally show respect to the elder animals as
and when you meet them. If you follow these steps then no one will call
you Mr. Faintheart!"
The rabbit giving up his idea of going home merrily hopped his way to the riverbank. There he saw some frogs jumping about. The rabbit addressing the frogs said, "Hello friends! I come here often to drink water but we have never spoken to each other." " Yes," replied one of the frogs, " It would be fun talking to you." The rabbit made friends with the frog and was no longer afraid of them. The rabbit looked up at the sky and said bravely to himself, " Now I am not afraid of anyone in the jungle." At
this very moment a fox came to the river to drink water. The rabbit
looked at the fox and said, " Hello cunning fox, how are you? Can I help you in any way? You know, I am not afraid of anyone anymore" Aren't you afraid of me?" asked the fox. "No," replied the rabbit, " Now I am not afraid of anyone."
The fox seeing his authority usurped reacted with anger and pushed the rabbit into the river.
The frogs saved the rabbit with great difficulty and advised him to be circumspect in what he says and to whom! The
rabbit thanked the owl and turned away to return to his house. On the
way he met a bat, hanging head down from the branch of a tree. The
rabbit stopped and said, " Hello, Mr. Bat! How are you doing today?" The surprised bat said to himself, " I can't believe this! This rabbit
was always frightened of me and ran away if I only flapped my wings. He
now dares to stop and talk to me?" He said to the rabbit, " I am doing
fine Mr. Rabbit. How are you doing." Saying these words the bat flew
away.
The Moral of this Story, Is to Know your Limitations!
In some case I have altered the American version to the British versions as our American grandma has done to ours
Oh I wish I were a fairy, With a pair of silver wings, And a lot of shining stardust in
my hair.
I would frolic with the
butterflies, And bees and flying things, And I’d dine upon the daintiest of
fare.
I would sup upon a dewdrop And I’d sleep within a rose, Only to be awakened by a droning
bumblebee.
And if I should chance to tumble,
Off into another doze, There would not be a single soul
to see.
"Happy Talk"
Happy talk, keep talkin' happy talk,
Talk about things you'd like to do.
You got to have a dream,
If you don't have a dream,
How you gonna have a dream come true?
Talk about the moon floatin' in the sky
Lookin' at a lily on the lake;
Talk about a bird learnin' how to fly.
Makin' all the music he can make.
Happy talk, keep talkin' happy talk,
Talk about things you'd like to do.
You got to have a dream,
If you don't have a dream,
How you gonna have a dream come true?
Talk about the sparrow lookin' like a toy
Pickin' through the broaches of a tree;
Talk about the girl, talk about the boy
Countin' all the ripples on the sea.
Happy talk, keep talkin' happy talk,
Talk about things you'd like to do.
You got to have a dream,
If you don't have a dream
How you gonna have a dream come true?
Talk about the boy sayin' to the girl:
"Golly, baby, I'm a lucky cause."
Talk about the girl sayin' to the boy:
"You an' me is lucky to be us!"
Happy talk, keep talkin' happy talk,
Talk about things you'd like to do.
You got to have a dream,
If you don't have a dream
How you gonna have a dream come true?
If you don't talk happy,
And you never have dream,
Then you'll never have a dream come true!
It has been a long time since I went to see my friend Mary. Thankyou for this wonderful music for the song from the film "South Pacific"
Toby Bucket is Hiding, I am looking for him everywhere. Shush don't frighten him.
Wow, I have found him look. Diddily has built him and Candy a brand new house to live in. Do go and see how they are settling in.
He is here in Seligor's Castle on page 2. You can also find them in Diddily dee dot's Dreamland as well. Would you believe it, Tilly and Sweetie Pie are here as well!
(Funny Stories and Whimsical Pictures with 15 Beautifully Coloured
Panels for Children Aged 3 to 6) in 1845. 
If the world was full of Artists,
Sportspeople, musicians etc wow what a wonderful world we would have.There is so much talent is this world, it makes one proud to be human. 
"We are on our way to tell the king the sky is falling down," said Henny Penny.
nature.
He is startled and frightened at the slightest sound and runs away as
if his house is on fire. All the animals of the forest started calling
the rabbit ' Mister Faintheart'. The rabbit disliked this kind of
name-calling and did not know what to do to stop it.
Oh I wish I were a fairy,
Do go and see how they are settling in. 