Little Red-Riding -Hood: Riverside Literature Series

Dear Friends,
I hope this finds you all well. Me? Well I know have two little dogs at my house.

 This is Little Foot. (Sometimes called Little Man)

This is Lucky.

They belong to my mother in law. Last weekend she had a stroke. It is going to be a while for her to get better. So in the mean time her dogs are living with me.

Anyway here is the next story from the book.

LITTLE RED-RIDING-HOOD

Once upon a time there lived in a certain
village a little girl. Her mother was very fond of
her, and her grandmother doted on her even
more. This good old woman made for her a
red cloak, which suited the child so well that ever
after she was called Little Red-Riding-Hood.
One day her mother made some cakes, and
said to Little Red-Riding-Hood:--
"Go, my dear, and see how grandmother
does, for I hear that she has been very ill.
Carry her a cake and a little pot of butter."
Little Red-Riding-Hood set out at once to go
to her grandmother, who lived in another village.
As she was going through the wood she met a
large
wolf. He had a very great mind to eat
her up; but he dared not, for there were some
wood-choppers near by. So he asked her:--
"Where are you going, little girl?" The
poor child did not know that it was dangerous
to stop and talk with the Wolf, she said:--

"I am going to see my grandmother, and
carry a cake and a little pot of butter from
my mother."
"Does she live far off?" asked the Wolf.
"Oh, yes. It is beyond that mill you see
there, at the first house in the village."
"Well" said the Wolf, "I will go and see
her too. I will go this way; do you go that,
and we will see who will be there soonest."
At this the Wolf began to run fast as he
could, taking the nearest way, and Little Red-
Riding-Hood went by the farthest. She stopped
often to chase a butterfly, or pluck a flower, and
so she was a good while on the way. The Wolf
was soon at the old woman's house, and knocked
at the door-- tap,, tap!
"Who is there?"
"Your grandchild, Little Red-Riding-Hood,"
replied the Wolf, changing his voice. "I have
brought you a cake and a pot of butter from
mother." The good grandmother, who was ill
in bed, called out:--
"Pull the string, and the latch will go up."
The Wolf pulled the string, and the latch went
up. The door opened, and he jumped in, and
fell upon the old woman, and ate her up in less
than no time, for he had not tasted food for
three days. He then shut the door, and got into
the grandmother's bed. By and by, Little Red-

Riding-Hood came and knocked at the door--
tap, tap!
"Who is there?"
Little Red-Riding-Hood heard the big voice
of the Wolf, and at first she was afraid. Then
she thought her grandmother must have a bad
cold, and be very hoarse, so she answered:--
"Little Red-Riding-Hood. I have brought
you a cake and a pot of butter from mother."
The Wolf softened his voice as much as he could,
and called out:--
"Pull the string, and the latch will go up."
Little Red-Riding-Hood pulled the string, and
the latch went up, and the door opened. The
Wolf was hiding under the bed clothe and called
out in a muffled voice:--
"Put the cake and the pot of butter on the
shelf, and come to bed."
Little Red-Riding-Hood made ready for bed.
Then she looked with wonder at her grand-
mother, who had changed so much, and she
said:--
"Grandmother, what great arms you have!"
"The better to hug you, my dear."
"Grandmother, what great ears you have!"
"The better to hear you, my dear."
"Grandmother, what great eyes you have!"
"The better to see, my dear."
"Grandmother, what great teeth you have!"

"The better to eat you." And at this the
wicked Wolf sprang up and fell upon poor Little
Red-Riding-Hood and ate her all up.

I know we all know this story has many different versions. But I think this is the original one of it. What is your favorite version?
 

Here are couple of little articles I found:

 Lawrence J. Ecker is a relation to my Grandma Johnson.

 I wonder how this one turned out for John Jewel Sr. I wonder what motivated him to do this and if he had ever done anything like that before of after.

Well, that's all I have to share with you today.
I hope you come back soon for more blasts from the past.
Till then.
Your friend,
Sandy