Mother Goose

1) "The imaginary author of Mother Goose's Tales, a collection of nursery rhymes first published in London in the 18th century." (Definition by American Heritage online dictionary.)

2) http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mother_Goose (Wiki's Mother Goose)

3) http://www.wisegeek.com/who-is-mother-goose.htm (Wisegeek's Mother Goose)

4) Mother Goose: A Scholarly Exploration http://eclipse.rutgers.edu/goose/

5) The Official Home of the Mother Goose Society http://www.librarysupport.net/mothergoosesociety/

Finally my personal favorite Mother Goose rhyme:

Hey! diddle, diddle,

The cat and the fiddle,

The cow jumped over the moon;

The little dog laughed

To see such sport,

And the dish ran away with the spoon.

My Book and Heart Shall Never Part

My most vivid memory of the movie, although rather redundant considering all of the information involved within the movie it self, was the section that Dr. Sexson and his wife retold the story of the infamous "House that Jack Built" by notorious Mother Goose.

This is the house that Jack built.
This is the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the cock that crowed in the morn,
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.
This is the farmer sowing his corn,
That kept the cock that crowed in the morn,
That waked the priest all shaven and shorn,
That married the man all tattered and torn,
That kissed the maiden all forlorn,
That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,
That tossed the dog,
That worried the cat,
That killed the rat,
That ate the malt
That lay in the house that Jack built.

But who is Mother Goose?????.......

Cinderella's Happy Ending...What a JOKE!!!!

If it wasn’t for me that girl would be lost.
She would never have received the goods that cost.
Her serenity and grace was found through me,
If not for my magic, she still would be no better then a flea.

Nothing is priceless in this world of wonder.
That girl would be a maid, her life in sunder.
No queenly serenity for this fairy god mother.
I’m still invisible, a mouse in the corner.

Beauty is not something all is born with.
Wit, charm, and congenial perfection are myth.
Never believe a cindertail to become royalty,
Without the help of fairy god parents, like me.

This twisted moral to Cinderella is from the point of view of the under appreciated view point of the fairy god mother. What do you think?

Love that Moves the Sun and Planets

Possibly Psyche's love of love, but in my case it would be Andy! We are high school sweethearts! But our story is not a fairy tale, yet! There have been numerous bumps in the road with no pebbles or bread crumbs to "get back" but we would be boring without them! Stability in life is boring! My love that moves the sun and planets...

Hans My Hedgehog

-Children are never lost...Nothing is Ever LOST!!!

Motif's we've heard before:

1) East of the Sun West of the Moon

2) Book of Judge

3) Jeptha's daughter

4) Rash promises

5) Beauty and the Beast (transformations of the beast

6) The number 3 (3 shoes, 3 promises, 3 nights.)

7) Sacrificial child for father (the passing of property)

8) Demeter and Persephone

9) Marriage is abduction

10) Husband and wife can't have children

11) Monster baby

12) Wife doesn't care what she has

13) Relationship between father and child (Oedipus stories)

14) One year and one day or "formulas"

15) Isolation (the black sheep)

16) Relationship between human and animal

17) Beast marriage

Dude you can't have her, but here you go....

Mythology and References in our Fairy Tales: (At a very small glance!)

1) Relationship of the mother and daughter

-Demeter and Persephone

2) Men are stupid, women are smart

-The Triple Goddess, which also represents "Cinderella". Maiden, mother, crone...

3) Aladdin's Genie- "I'm outta here, I'm history."

-Wait, no, I'm mythology...

4) Beauty and the Beast + Cupid and Psyche

-Can't forget about Hans My Hedgehog!
-Also Pygmalion

5) Oedipus Rex

-The Lion King

Security Blanket = Story Time

When I was little, my mom read to me constantly! However, the stories she read were not just fairy tales to me. I was an only child, which made me develop a rather large imagination. I had two half-brothers, but they were much older then me. Therefore, they were never really in the house when I was in my storytelling prime. I had no one to share things with and that led to me getting sick of all my toys sooner then most kids. My stuffed animals had pretty short shelf lives, and I began to take different things to bed with me at night. Those things, I will add, became my books. I did not only become instantly soothed with the stories, but the books themselves. My array of children's books such as When Emily Woke Up Angry, Pickle Things (my all time favorite), and many others, became my bed time companions. The books were physically my security blanket. It must have been the musty scent of the paperbacks, or maybe the chemical aroma of the ink on the page, but I would drift away into dream land every night with a hard rigid book wrapped in my arms. (Strange isn't it!!!!!) I have found through experiences like these that books are not just crucial to this world for their stories, but by their importance of just being there. Books, in a physical sense, represent an innate presence of knowledge. Without this presence, our culture would be strictly oratorical. We would be stuck in the stone age. A world without books would be COMPLETELY DIFFERENT!!!!!!! (If I may speak so mundanely.)