Monday, June 18, 2007

Scared Straight

Mr. Miacca


Click to read this fable
While I had my childhood story book out for the post below, I thumbed through it.  Not that I needed evidence that Mr. Miacca was the story I gravitated to most often as a toddler, but the grubby little finger prints all over the page provide it.  It's  the one my sister and I requested be read to us most often because ... well, it scared hell out of us.  Anyway, this is where I play anthropologist. 

Over the years I've been struck by how old fairy tales and nursery rhymes have been bowdlerized in order to spare Dick's and Sue's precious sensibilities, or cause them to question the liberal dogma "I'm okay; you're okay." From earliest childhood these stories were tools society used to reinforce the notion of  right, wrong and consequences. From time to time I'll reprint some of these as reminder of  those quaint times.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

I recently had the exact same thinking. Where have all the great childhood story books gone? Mother Goose, Grimms Fairy tales? Wished I still had the books. A little scary never hurt anyone and helped us to grow up. Going to bed after watching a good western on the tube, always left me afraid an Indian brave was under my bed with his hatchet or knife to cut off any dangling body parts should they slip out from the blankets! I survived.
Reading to my kids, I adored Graham Oakley's Church Cat and Church Mice stories and art work. Out of print and pricey at best when located on ebay, but I still want them. Not scary, just fun stories. :)

Anonymous said...

I have hidden high in a closet our old story book so that the granddaughter can't find it and read (SHHH--dare I even say it??--Little Black Sambo), and get in trouble for telling it to someone in school.

mary

Rodger the Real King of France said...

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By some oversight I was able to check-out VHS tapes of "Amos ' Andy" from our public liberry and show our kids. They howled, and somehow grew to adulthood without becoming racist.

BTW, whenever my granny read us Little Black Sambo I demanded pancakes afterward. I want some now!
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