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  • "The world has enough women who are tough; we need women who are tender. There are enough women who are coarse; we need women who are kind. There are enough women who are rude; we need women who are refined. We have enough women of fame and fortune; we need more women of faith. We have enough greed; we need more goodness. We have enough vanity; we need more virtue. We have enough popularity; we need more purity." - Margaret Nadauld
  • "I long to accomplish a great and noble task, but it is my chief duty to accomplish small tasks as if they were great and noble." - Helen Keller

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16 January 2008

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kirsten

hmm, i love sleeping beauty and cinderella. there are a lot of cool versions of the story. as far as nursery rhymes, my mom used to say the one about 'once there was a girl, who had a little curl, right in the middle of her forehead...'.

oh, and betty botter.

Molly

Fits into the category--almost: Three Billy Goats Gruff. Because that's the book my parents read to me, over and over again, when I was three and in the hospital for ten days, when they thought I might not live.

I also am partial to The Paper Bag Princess simply because the Disney variations on fairy tales kind of bum me out. Of course, when I was younger, I was in love with Snow White.

Discovered you via the mobile swap. :) I fell in love with your flickr name!

Timpani

Little Red Hen
One day as the Little Red Hen was scratching in a field, she found a grain of wheat.

"This wheat should be planted," she said. "Who will plant this grain of wheat?"

"Not I," said the Duck.

"Not I," said the Cat.

"Not I," said the Dog.

"Then I will," said the Little Red Hen. And she did.

Soon the wheat grew to be tall and yellow.

"The wheat is ripe," said the Little Red Hen. "Who will cut the wheat?"

"Not I," said the Duck.

"Not I," said the Cat.

"Not I," said the Dog.

"Then I will," said the Little Red Hen. And she did.

When the wheat was cut, the Little Red Hen said, "Who will thresh the wheat?"

"Not I," said the Duck.

"Not I," said the Cat.

"Not I," said the Dog.

"Then I will," said the Little Red Hen. And she did.

When the wheat was threshed, the Little Red Hen said, "Who will take this wheat to the mill?"

"Not I," said the Duck.

"Not I," said the Cat.

"Not I," said the Dog.

"Then I will," said the Little Red Hen. And she did.

She took the wheat to the mill and had it ground into flour. Then she said, "Who will make this flour into bread?"

"Not I," said the Duck.

"Not I," said the Cat.

"Not I," said the Dog.

"Then I will," said the Little Red Hen. And she did.

She made and baked the bread. Then she said, "Who will eat this bread?"

"Oh! I will," said the Duck.

"And I will," said the Cat.

"And I will," said the Dog.

"No, No!" said the Little Red Hen. "I will do that." And she did.

(in the version I heard she had lots of little chicks for helpers)

Karen

Ok, here are mine - of course Cinderella. Princess and the Pea, Baa Baa Black Sheep, Eensy Weensy Spider. Funny thing- I was trying to remember this one fairy tale that I can't stand and could not for the LIFE of me remember the name of it. You know what it was?? Rumplestiltskin!!!! HAHAHA - how ironic. (that I couldn't think of his name....anyway.)

Jennifer

I remember really liking the “What Little Boys are Made of”/ “What Little Girls Are Made of” rhymes. Then again, I also thought they were speaking actual truth—that snips, snails and puppy dog tails actually provided the make-up of a little boy’s body. I remember thinking they kind of got a bum deal.

Renae

I don't remember having a favorite nursery rhyme. I think my fav. fairy tale was the Sleeping Beauty. Away from fairy tales, I had favorite bible stories. They were Ester and Elisha, I liked Elijah too, but I could never remember which was which as a youngster (I still have to think about it for a minute to get them straight). Elisha is the one that they said "go up thou bald head" to and he cleansed the river, multiplied the widows oil healed Nahman of leaprosy, etc. Elijah was the one that hid by the stream, was fed by the ravens and had the contest with the prophets of Bale (however you spell that) which was pretty funny. Interestingly enough, they both raised boys from the dead.

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