Grim(m) Stories: Mother Holle – No pain, no gain.

I need to apologize. I promised the fairy tale last week, but life got in the way.  Also have to warn you that next week, you might not hear anything from me whatsoever – I’m moving, so I’ll probably be busy unpacking on Sunday. Also also, TVD and TO are starting up on October 3rd, so there’ll be two shows to get to, which will probably leave Grim(m) Stories pretty abandoned.

Now, let’s get to the fairy tale. I actually participated in this done as a theater play of sorts. I was the apple tree.

Just not gonna comment on that further.

There is a mother (hear, hear) who has two daughters. One is pretty, and also hard-working and humble and you know, generally good. And there’s the other one who is ugly and all you really need to know about her is that she’s awful. The good one is only a step-daughter, though, so there’s that.

So the good one has to work all Cinderella-like (it actually says she’s the cinderella of the house), and one day, she accidentally drops a spindle in  a well.  Weeping, she runs to her step-mother and tells her about the mishap and the step-mother’s all:
“You go clean up your own mess. Get it out of there again.”

The good one – oh, for God’s sake, she needs a name. She’s the Goldmarie in German, so there you go. Anyway, Goldmarie goes and climbs into the well to go and fetch the spindle.

She loses consciousness (probably hit her head when she jumped into a dark, tiny, water-filled well) and when she comes to again, she is in Narnia! No, sorry, it’s just a different dimension of sorts, where she finds herself on a meadow.  Goldmarie comes across an oven in which the bread is calling (you think this is mental? Join the club.)

Take me out, take me out, or I shall burn!

Goldmarie, as any reasonable person, can’t stand to have bread suffer and pulls it out of the oven. She moves on and comes across the true hero of the story: the apple tree!

Shake me, shake me, we apples are all ripe!

The girl figures out at once that the apple tree is indeed the very best and she shakes him and collects the apples. She moves on and finally gets to a house of which an old woman is peeking out. Is she going to eat Goldmarie? Even though her big teeth suggest so, this woman is actually Mother Holle and doesn’t eat kids.

The woman’s all, “Come and stay with me, you’ll do all the household and it’ll be really nice.” Especially the bed-sheets and pillows are important, for if the feathers reign down when it’s shaken, it snows on earth! That’s great.

Goldmarie goes about business really enthusiastically until she gets homesickness. ‘Course, there’s no place like home, especially if home consists of a loath-worthy step-mother and an ugly, awful sister. But meh.

Anyway, Mother Holle allows her to leave and when she passes the door to her world again, gold reigns down on her. See, that’s why she’s the Goldmarie.

So the girl walks home and meets a rhyming bird in the front yard. Obviously, the cock is one of the good guys. Because you know, rhyming.

“Cock-a-doodle-doo. Your golden girl’s come back to you!”

In she goes and the step-mother is really happy, ’cause of gold. So she instructs her other daughter, who is, guys, the Pechmarie, (Pech = pitch) to do the same thing.

Girl jumps into the well and comes to the meadow as well. She passes the oven, but doesn’t care a lot about bread, so she just walks on. She then meets our favourite, the apple-tree but doesn’t care about apples, either.

When she arrives at Mother Holle’s, the woman makes the same offer. Only, Pechmarie isn’t much for hard work. Instead, she sleeps all day and doesn’t manage to let it snow even once. One can only hope that this happened in summer.

Mother Holle looks at this for a few days and then tells Pechmarie to get the hell out of there. The girl obeys, but asks for her reward. As she stands beneath the doorway, she is covered in – guess what – pitch.  She goes home, quite miserably as I imagine and meets the cock again.

“Cock-a-doodle-doo, your dirty girl’s come back to you!”

And, to add insult to injury, the pitch doesn’t come off for as long as the girl lives.

The message is so obvious ( a really nice change): Apple trees are great.

Just kidding. You need to be hard working and nice (and pretty). In short, you need to be a Hufflepuff. You’ll be rewarded for it.

You can read the original fairy tale by the Grimm brothers right here.

If there is any fairy tale that you would like to see recapped, please do comment, and I’ll see to it that I’ll squeeze it into my schedule.

Have yourself a lovely day :)

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