Sunday, October 6, 2019

Little One Eye, Little Two Eyes, And Little Three Eyes: Part III

Dear Friends,
I hope this post finds you all well.
Here it's been  a challenging few days. First the husband had surgery to have a couple of screws taken out of his ankle. They were put in a couple of years ago when his ankle was broken. He is doing fine. On crutches and hobbling around but doing good.The second thing that happened was my mother-in-law had a stroke on Saturday. So right now it's a waiting game to find out how she is. I'll try to keep you posted on how she is doing from time to time.

Anyway here is the final chapter of : "Little One Eye, Little Two eyes, and Little Three Eyes"

      III.
The Prince.

While they stood by the tree, the Prince
came riding near on a fine horse.
"Quick, Little Two eyes," said her sisters,
"creep under this cask; we are ashamed of
you;" and they threw an empty cask over her,
and pushed the golden apples under it. The
Prince rode up and gazed at the splendid tree.
"Is this splendid tree yours?" he asked of
the sisters. " If you will give me a branch
from it. I will give you anything you wish."
Then Little One Eye and Little Three Eyes
said the tree was theirs, and they would break

off a branch for him. They put out their hands,
but again the branches sprang back. Then the
Prince said:--
"This is very strange. The tree is yours,
and yet you cannot pluck the fruit."
They kept on saying that the tree was theirs,
but while they were saying this, Little Two
Eyes rolled a few of the apples out from
under the cask. The Prince saw them, and
asked:--
"Why! where did these golden apples come
from? Who is under the cask?" Little One
Eye and Little Three Eyes told the Prince
that they had a sister.
"But she does not show herself," they said.
"She is just like other people. She has two
eyes." Then the Prince called:--
"Little Two Eyes! come out!" So Little
Two Eyes was very glad and crept out from
under the cask.
"Can you get me a branch from the tree?"
"Yes," said Little Two Eyes, "I can, for
the tree is mine." Then she climbed the tree
and broke off a branch. It had silver leaves
and golden fruit, and she gave it to the Prince.
Then the Prince said:--
"Little Two Eyes, what shall I give you for it?"
"Oh," said Little Two Eyes, "I suffer hunger

and thirst all day long. If you would take me
with you, I should be happy."
So the Prince lifted Little Two Eyes upon his
horse, and they rode away. He took her to his
father's house and made her Princess, and she
had plenty to eat and drink and good clothes
to wear. Best of all, the Prince loved her, and
she had no more hard knocks and cross words.
Now, when Little Two Eyes rode away with
the Prince, the sisters said:--
"Well, we shall have the tree. We may not
pluck the fruit, but every one will stop to see it
and come to us and praise it." The next morning
they went to look at the tree, and it was
gone.
Little Two Eyes lived long and happily.
One day, two poor women came to her, and
asked for something to eat. Little Two Eyes
looked at their faces and knew them. They
were Little One Eye and Little Three Eyes.
They were so poor that they were begging bread
from door to door. Little Two Eyes brought
them into the house and was very good to them.
Then they both were sorry for the evil they had
once done their sister.

What do you think the lessons are here?
To me it's a kind of Cinderella story. But instead step sisters and step mother they are her blood family. Blood family can be just a nasty to one another as step families can be.
But even though they were so mean to her she still showed them kindness when they needed it the most.

Looking through somethings I've picked out an obituary for my great grandmother Mrs. Rose Ecker:

It is laminated. 49 years ago.

Here is thing some people might be interested in:

I found this re-elect card for Senator Heden and then his obituary and decided to show them both.

Well that's all I have to share with you today.
I hope you will come back next time for another story and what ever else I have to share with.
Till next time.
 Your friend,
Sandy

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