The Victorian Classic: Nameless Old Lady Hag Thief

Newell, Peter, illustrator. Favorite Fairy Tales: The Childhood Choice of Representative Men and Women. New York: Harper & Brothers, 1907.

Newell, Peter, illustrator. Favorite Fairy Tales: The Childhood Choice of Representative Men and Women. New York: Harper & Brothers, 1907.

Theme: Goldilocks & the Three Bears

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by Kat

When British writer and poet Robert Southey put quill to ink in the 1830s to record a long-orated English nursery tale, there was no Goldilocks (nor were there bears in England, but we’ll skirt that detail for now). Efficiently titled, The Story of the Three Bears, his chosen pro/ antagonist was a dirty, old, nameless woman.

It wasn’t until meddling Joseph Cundall came along in 1849 that the middle-sized Bear was given a bit of a sex change and the old hag was replaced by an adorable blonde criminal. Ah, those crazy Victorians. As for the child, according to Cundall, there were just *yawn* too many aging women characters, ushering in an era in which roles intended for older women are unjustifiably awarded to their younger counterparts.

 

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Eat Your Congee

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Theme: Goldilocks & the Three Bears

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by Laura Gene

“BaoBao, eat your congee! 15 fen zhong we go school,” said Grandma Xiong.

“But it’s too hot! I burned my tongue, Wai Po!” whined Britney Xiong who was sitting next to JinJin. JinJin accompanied her everywhere.

Grandma scurried over from the ironing board to grab the soup spoon and proceeded to blow on the congealed rice concoction.

“Ew! You spit all over it. I’m not eating it now.”

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Making It Up As We Go Along – Fin

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Theme: Yes, AND…

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by Sharon

From the sedan window, Drucilla gazed up at the Roman monuments, uplit at night. They paused in the Via del Corso traffic. Lesley beside her, squeezed her hand.

“He’ll be OK. He’ll remember you.”

Dru wasn’t so sure. Her head still fuzzy, she noticed the driver looking back at her in the rearview mirror. He looked away. Then looked back. Dru whispered to Lesley.

“Lesley – why didn’t we take your car?”

“Oh, you know – we don’t know how long we’re going to be there. Plus, hospital parking. We talked about this, Dru.”

Her tone was gentle, but Dru honestly couldn’t remember how they ended up in that town car with blacked out windows. Yet that wasn’t surprising. What she did remember was she was worried for Dante.

She looked up at the wedding cake of the Palazzo Venezia. “57: INGIUSTIZIA” was stretched across a huge banner advert alongside.

“What the hell – a TV show?”

Lesley glanced over, but they’d whooshed past. Across the Tiber, up the winding Gianicolo hill, they at last stopped outside Salvator Mundi International Hospital. Lesley nodded to the driver, slammed the door and they made their way indoors. Dru hesitated.

“I’m scared – what if he’s different since the accident?”

Lesley searched her eyes.

“So you remember?”

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Making It Up As We Go Along – The 6th Part

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Theme: Yes, AND…

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by Meg

“Right, a song. Umm…” As Drucilla stood up, still tonguing peanut butter from the roof of her mouth, she tried to think of a song for her guest. “Any requests?”

“Your go-to shower song.” Lesley reclined on the sofa while helping herself to a second spoonful of peanutty delight.

Shower. Part of her prescribed routine. A routine can be very helpful for people in your condition. Every morning, in a daze, she stumbles from her bed towards the bathroom. She carefully takes off her pajamas, folds them neatly in a stack, which she rests on the tank of the toilet, and reaches her hand under the showerhead to test the water. Once it is scalding, she stands under the intense jet of heat, and “lathers, rinses, repeats”. Even a shower, something she must have done thousands of times, feels foreign.

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