Thursday, January 15, 2009

Folk Tale: Silly Jura


SILLY JURA
ONCE there were two brothers. They were lazy fellows, and thieves into the bargain. They were expected to give a feast. They said to one another: "We haven't got anything. Wherever shall we find food for the feast?"
So the first said: "I'll go to our neighbour's. He has some fine apples, and I'll pluck some of them." The second said: "I'll go to the shepherd's. He has some fine rams. I'll steal a ram from him."
These two brothers hated the third, and so they abused him: "Silly Jura! You won't get anything yourself, but you'll be ready enough to eat what we get."
So Jura said: "I'll go to the burgomaster's and get some nuts."
In the evening they went their ways. When he had finished plucking the nuts, Jura went into the charnel-house at the back of the church and began to crack the nuts there. The watchmen heard the cracking in the charnel-house, and they thought the place was haunted. As there was no priest in the village (he lived in the next village), they went to the burgomaster and asked him to go with them to the charnel-house, saying that the place was haunted.
The burgomaster said: "I am so ill that I can't stand on my feet; no doctor can help me."
But the watchmen insisted, and so the burgomaster told his servant to take him on his back and carry him to the place. The servant carried him along, and the watchmen called at the churchwarden's to ask for some holy water.
When they came near to the charnel-house, Jura thought it was his brother bringing the ram, so he called out: "Are you bringing him?"
The servant was frightened, and let the burgomaster fall and ran away. The burgomaster was terrified too. He jumped up and ran after the servant. He cleared a wooden fence with one leap in his flight, and it wasn't long till he reached home. His family wondered to see him cured so quickly without the help of a doctor.
Next day the burgomaster proclaimed that he would give a pound to the man who had stolen his nuts the day before, if he would only come to see him. So Jura went to him, and the burgomaster said: "I ought to punish you for stealing, but since you have cured my illness which nobody was able to cure, I'll give you the pound I promised, but you mustn't steal any more." So Jura promised not to steal any more, and went home.
The brothers grew very fond of him now that he had money. They borrowed the money from him and bought themselves new clothes, and said: "We'll go to see the world and to get wives for ourselves. As for you, Silly Jura, you must stay at home; you'd never get a good wife for yourself."
So off they went. But Jura went too. He went to the forest and he was utterly dazzled. He had often heard that there was an enchanted castle in that forest. When he came to the place where the ruins of the castle were, night overtook him, and so he could see nothing except what looked like a light in a cellar. So he went into the cellar to make his night's lodging there. There was nobody in the cellar but a cat. The cat greeted him: "Welcome, dear Jura! How did you come here?"
Jura was frightened when he heard the cat speak, and was going to run away. But the cat told him not to go; there was no need to be frightened. He must come back, and no harm would be done to him. If he wanted to eat, he could go into the storeroom and take what he wanted. She would take him for her servant.
So he stayed there a year and had a good time. He never saw a cook, but he always found meals ready prepared in the storeroom. He had nothing to do but get firewood, and at the end of the year he was told to make a great pile of it. Then the cat said: "You must light the pile to-day, and throw me into the fire. You must not help me out, however I entreat you, but you must let me be consumed."
Jura answered: "I can't do that. I have had a good time with you. Why should I repay you in such an evil way?" The cat said: "If you don't do as I have said, you will be very unhappy. If you do it, you will be happy."
So Jura kindled the pile, and, when it was well alight, he picked up the cat and threw her into the fire. She wanted to escape from the fire, but he wouldn't let her go. At last he was so weary that he was forced to lie down, and soon he fell asleep. When he awoke, he opened his eyes, and behold! there was no ruin; he heard delightful music and saw a beautiful palace with crowds of servants. He was wondering at all this, when a splendidly dressed lady came up to him and asked him if he did not know her.
Jura said: "How should I know your ladyship? I never saw you before in my life."
The lady said: "I am that cat. Witches had put me under enchantment in the shape of a cat. Now we will go after your brothers who hated you so much and see how they are getting on."
She ordered her people to dress him in fine clothes, a fine carriage was prepared, and they drove off. As they were approaching the village, the lady said to her bridegroom: "Put your old clothes on." Then she called an old, ragged beggarwoman and sent him with her. She herself remained outside of the village.
When the brothers saw Jura coming with the ragged beggarwoman, they shouted: "He is bringing home an old ragged bride, and he's in rags too." The other brothers were married too, and they were pretty badly off, so they turned him out and wouldn't have him at home.
So Jura went out of the village; he changed his clothes and drove back with the lady to his brothers' cottage. When the carriage stopped before the cottage, the brothers said: "What a fine carriage! Who is that noble lord and the beautiful lady who have come to our cottage?" They did not recognize their brother.
So she said: "Look here. You were always hard on your brother, always sneering at him, and now you are badly off enough, while he is getting on splendidly. If you mend your ways, you will get on too."
Afterwards she gave them some money and went away with Jura.

Friday, January 9, 2009

Dreaming of Heavenly Things...

I was writing birthdays on my calender. Allison's is next month and I paused, should I write it? I wanted to so bad. Should I ever stop writing it. When can I come to that date and be ok, when does this wound become a scar...

Dreaming of heavenly things, just wrapped in angels wings
To catch every tear, whisper ‘Jesus is here’
She with him every night, she’s engulfed in his light
There is no more pain, no more fright
She’s with Jesus tonight

Dreaming of heavenly things, of Jesus and mansion scenes
He holds me so tight, whispers ‘Everything is alright’
She’s with me tonight; she’s dancing, dancing in my light
There was no hurt, no more fear
For I was always near

Know I love you
I love you so much, I hold you so near
Know that she’ll always be forever, forever with me
One day, when the time is right, you’ll be here too
You can dance with her in my light and hear the angels all night
And see those heavenly things, that are found in your dreams

Dreaming of heavenly things, Jesus tell the angels ‘sing’
Such a beautiful sound, all I feel is love all round
You’re with me tonight; cast your pain in the light
Let me take your hurt and your fear
I’ll always be here, with my angels, here with my angels

Just listen to them sing… I love you, I’m always here.

Sunday, January 4, 2009

Prince of Wales


So, if you don't know I went to London for a week. (I will write more on that later). I know it's pathetic, but one of the things I was looking forward to was some Twinings' Prince of Wales Tea. Wouldn't you know it, I couldn't find it anywhere. I buy it all the time at Wal-mart back in the US. I couldn't find it anywhere in the UK. In fact, I had a hard time just finding Twinings. You think something that's been around since 1706 would be easy to find. So if buy this point of reading this you find me pitiable or just that you want to save me for the pathetic state I am in (blogging about tea), then I would love a box. If you can find it that is!