YES.
BEWILDERMENT BY RICHARD ADAMS.
Strange but I will stick to it a while. Obama liked it.
And, I will start later on tonight - ALL THE LIVING AND THE DEAD - by Hayley Campbell.
I learned about these books thru WOWBRARY.
Sunday, January 29, 2023
EAGLES DOMINATE SEVENTY SIXERS
SCORE 16 - 3 at 6 32 pm - second straight year
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Friday, January 27, 2023
THE LAST OF THE DEMINGS
Thanks again Jamie Black, OT, for showing me two ways of POSTING a note. ONE is to RIGHT CLICK on the HIGHLIGHTED TEXT, and select COPY, and the other way is to do CONTROL C, and then CONTROL V to paste.
THE LAST OF THE DEMINGS
As I was falling asleep last night, a sad thought crossed my mind. My CPAP machine was pumping away - it's supposed to keep my brain in tip-top shape - but I could have sworn that tears were dripping out.
I had married a good man, Mike Deming, after knowing him a full three months. A Texan, he was so different than me. Too different. The man himself was brilliant. The son of a polyester-wearing farm girl who put herself through grad school, with silver teeth who had married - and divorced - a brilliant drunk who ended up drinking himself to death.
But this has nothing to do with the man himself. He came into the resort town of New Hope on the Delaware River and before our marriage we toured around in his three-speed green Falcon, both of us learning the beauties of this area. And, Mike taught me how to drive a three-speed. Since I had no interest in Dale Earnhardt or other racing drivers, I did it all for love.
We would lie beneath vast blue skies - where did they end? - and free-associate. "Feelings" or "emotions" were off-limits, though once I learned that when he was a paper-boy he nearly killed a cat when aiming the Houston paper the cat's way.
Jeez! My husband actually had feelings.
In the five years of our marriage, I met nearly every person in his family, including his father. I had never met a drunkard before, but had only seen them in the movies.
When he visited us, Mr. Joseph Deming - the son of a man who wrote "the" textbook" on "water" - stayed in our spare bedroom. He lined up cases of beer bottles against the wall and drank from morning until night.
How fascinating! But he would sing silly songs. And visit Romeo's bar during the day and drive across the Delaware River to visit his former wife, Betty, who would not let him in.
Mike Deming, my former husband, became an embarrassment. Wherever we visited, all he would do was talk about himself. A narcissist, I supposed. I was now studying psychology at Temple University in downtown Philadelphia. And was meeting nice, normal people.
We had zero money, so I divorced him through "Legal Aid." But you can believe I have never forgotten the man. Pictures? Piercing blue eyes. And our children? Two beauties. I don't think it was Mike's fault he was a misogynist - little Sarah recognized this when she got older - though young Daniel always liked his dad.
Rather quickly, Dad remarried. A woman named "Donna" he met at the office. Dad, or Mike, had become a city planner, and had a very responsible job he never shirked. He was instrumental in designing a memorial to the Unibomber, who went through a long terrorist killing spree.
Why had I been left out of the will?
Mike gained weight and could barely stand up straight. Who would think this would be the death of him?
His new wife Donna was shattered. She was as sweet as a southern magnolia. I actually attended the funeral in Ardmore, Oklahoma. When I bent over his taffefta-lined coffin, Millard spoke to me. In whispers. What he said I can no longer remember.
We made peace with one another, and I rarely think about the man.
Donna Deming, whom I liked very much, got cancer. She had stayed here in my house when Mike had come up for a conference.
He left her in his will, along with his son Dan and his daughter Sarah. He named his dog "Danny."
Don't tell me that truth is stranger than fiction. I aim to live a long time. At 78 now, I tell my neighbor, Nancy, across the street, that I intend on living until 98, a nice round number. Nancy, herself, took a terrible fall but is served by aides from Holy Redeemer Hospital.
If my husband were still alive, he could tell me if my "78" is a prime number or anything extraordinary.
I did find out that his password was "5807," the tail end of our phone number.
His wife died childless.
I of course have two children and two grandchildren.
Could life be any better?
Yes. I have lost my meaning in life.
TRUE STORY FOR CREATIVE WRITING GROUP IN WARMINSTER PA
I wanna thank Jamie Black, OT, which means occupational therapist, for tell me how to get the mail out of my mailbox which is attached to my house !
Am sipping on a dee-licious cup of coffee Ellen made me. She just drove me home from our Creative Writing Group at Warminster Library.
We had a wonderful turnout. A new YOUNG woman was there named Shirley. Her son is an artist and stays home for hours drawing.
Patrick McFadden was there and left early. He writes fab historical fiction. Ellen took the opportunity to leave with him. Thank God the weather was fine so we could drive down. The group is from 10 30 to 12 30.
We are waiting for Mailman Dante now. I have one item in the mailbox, the cover of an Amy's Enchilada I am mailing to my friends Donna and Denny.
I could barely write it properly.
My piece was called THE DEATH OF THE DEMINGS. Folks did enjoy it. I was glad to have a laff or two.
Monday, January 23, 2023
BLOG FOR JAN 26, 2023
Am sipping on a dee-licious cup of coffee Ellen made me. She just drove me home from our Creative Writing Group at Warminster Library.
We had a wonderful turnout. A new YOUNG woman was there named Shirley. Her son is an artist and stays home for hours drawing.
Patrick McFadden was there and left early. He writes fab historical fiction. Ellen took the opportunity to leave with him. Thank God the weather was fine so we could drive down. The group is from 10 30 to 12 30.
We are waiting for Mailman Dante now. I have one item in the mailbox, the cover of an Amy's Enchilada I am mailing to my friends Donna and Denny.
I could barely write it properly.
My piece was called THE DEATH OF THE DEMINGS. Folks did enjoy it. I was glad to have a laff or two.
Sunday, January 22, 2023
Ran from home and back again per suggestion on how to make foot better !
Yes, my left wounded foot still hurts as does my left hand. Some bit of news from Harvard said Keep walking on your foot and don't give up. Freezing outside. Accosted by three young girls who were not allowed to talk to me.
Very cute. One was missing her three top teeth and they were all going to a party. The tooth fairy brought them nothing.
Aren't they familiar with the legend of the Tooth Fairy?
Scott and I slept through a terrible film noir. The Two Mrs Carrolls with matinee star Humphrey Bogart. The moment Scott lay down he began to snore.
As I walked to the right of my house I examined a fridge the Adams Family was getting rid of.
Everything stood at attention and awaited special trash day.
A fascinating documentary was on Netflix about Bimini Island.
Ellen just got home now. Costco https://www.costco.com/.
Does the above link work?
A NOTE APPEARED ON MSN ABOUT how certain celebs stay healthy.
DRINK PLENTY OF WATER.
GET A FLU VACCINE.
STAY AWAY FROM SICK PEOPLE.
That is all I can remember
I added several chunks of CABOT CHEDDAR which really enhanced the soup.
Thursday, January 19, 2023
THURSDAY IS GARBAGE DAY
THUMP !!!
Oh no. What fell?
My heating pad which was set on "high."
Hold on while I pour a cup of hot coffee.
I used Melitta this morning, not that flavorful, but wanted to give it another try.
Ellen and I will not go to the Warminster Library. Sposed to rain all day.
Was watching a bio pic of GARTH BROOKS, his first ever. Folks were rating him, grading him, I also looked up my old Goddard chum, Carolyn Hughes, who graduated from Vanderbilt with a degree in helping learning disabled students.
An award winner!
Oh no! What's that noise on the street.
Ah, the second garbage can.
- February 7, 1962 (age 60), Tulsa, Oklahoma, United States
- 6'0" (1.83m)
- Trisha Yearwood (m. 2005-present), Sandy Mahl (m. 1986-2001)
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Sunday, January 8, 2023
MY NOVEL - TRINITY WOODS - PART TWO
MY NOVEL - TRINITY WOODS - PART TWO
ADDED ON JAN 17, 2023
NIGHTMARES. I was supposed to 'report' results from my CPAP machine to a series of people I did not like.
Who were they?
Their miserable personalities stuck with me when I awoke.
YUCK !!!!
Drank strong black coffee after I awoke. Twas kept safe in the fridge. Drank some more and could not stand it !!!
Threw it out back door.
Sister Ellen is now making me some tea.
Thank you Ellie Belle!
Loose Earl Grey Wild Strawberry.
Yin Liu would make me tea when her beloved husband Otis Cox was alive.
Scott was here a moment ago and cleaned out my snorkel machine, as I call it. Today he does his toughest exercises, his CORE exercises.
Wants to go for walk but you cannot trust the weather report.
OVER AND OUT.
Irv met Ralph at the nearest elevator. Irv saw the mirrors on the elevator and shook Ralph's hand, a young hand without all the dark spots gathered like polka dots on his hands and his head.
Ralph held two tall paper cups of coffee.
"Merry Christmas" written in italics, was an adored message, no matter what your religion.
As they entered Irv's deluxe suite, he motioned that Ralph sit at his glass dining room table.
"What's the fellow's name who invented Starbucks?" asked Irv.
"It's on the tip of my tongue," said Ralph. In fact he had listened to an audio book about Starbucks during his long drives.
"Jewish guy. He retired but then the brand started failing so he came back and started it again."
“Takes chutzpah," said Irv. "Name of Fisher? Nah.”
"Close, Monsieur Irv. Schultz. Howard Schultz."
"Of course," said Irv, tapping his bald head.
Irv pulled out a red folder. "Here's the deal," he said and sipped through the tiny hole in the Starbucks cup.
Ralph seemed to stare him down.
“Someone I met in a former life," said Irv. "My stocks ain't doing too bad now, now that the pandemic is over.”
....
Meantime, far from their Cleveland assisted living facility lived Irv's niece Bethany. A beautiful girl she was with long honey-blonde tresses, who left a terrible marriage after five years, and had reconnected with - you guessed it - an old boyfriend she had dated in high school.
Bethany was living temporarily with her mother, who had been hinting for four years that her daughter leave Dominick, her lazy husband, who was late for work every day and hadn't an ounce of ambition.
The new man - one David Rivers - already had a master's degree in nursing - and earned seventy-five thousand dollars a year, plus tips from grateful families.
“One thing I'll say for you, Sweetie," said Bethany's mother, "his future is as bright as the noonday sun.”
Cryptic messages would appear on social media.
Dominick could not believe what he was reading. The light of his life dating someone else?
At night he would sneak out of his mother's house and walk by Bethany's house and stare.
“How dare you? You little bitch! After I took such good care of you and gave you every ounce of love I had!”
His insides shook as if they were on fire.
Fire, he thought. For sure I could set the house on fire, just a little one, and teach them a lesson.
Had a man ever been so miserable?
Next day Dominick went to Chuck's Hardware. With determination, he entered and went to the section that sold supplies for lawn mowers. Kegs of kerosene. He stared at them. He had barely helped his parents mow their lawn and must learn how if he were to get on with his plan.
Some people referred to Dominick as "shiftless as a drifter."
What was the matter with him?
Something, for sure.
He had promised to get counseling.
As he exited the hardware store, he jogged over to The Wilson Center for Counseling.
Of course he could change. He peeked into the double doors, then opened one heavy door, and entered the center.
“Dominick!" said the receptionist. "Haven't seen you in nearly six months! May I help you?”
Tears slipped from his cheeks. "I gotta be seen," he said. "Now!" his voice loud and angry.
“Right fucking now!”
....
I tried to rent Janet Malcolm's STILL PICTURES from my library, but it wouldn't work.
The late Ms Malcom was Jewish and was one of the last to escape from Germany.
Did you see her at the Golden Globe Awards?
C'est moi, RZD !!!
THE CONVERSATION by Henri Matisse, 1930.
DO NOT FORGET SILVIO'S SANDWICH SHOP IN HATBORO PA.
JESSICA MOUNT of Fox Rehab was here at 9:45 am and gave me a great workout on my bad leg, upon which I had fallen.
Do I want a cane?
DIRECTOR OF THE FULL MOON
Jerry, nice guy, and that little Schnauser was a snugglebug.
When Janette had traveled to Farley's Bookstore, there was another adventure in the sky.
The Challenger. A real teacher, Christa McAuliffe, had been trained as a lay astronaut, and would be leaving her earthly home and flying to the moon. In fact, she had brought notebooks of her students and would autograph each one during the space flight.
How triumphant she looked - almost like a beauty queen - with her jaunty walk - while stuffed into that cumbersome space suit.
Who wouldn't be inspired? Christa McAuliffe - never forget that name.
In fact, years later, though she was long dead and buried in Arlington Memorial Cemetery - her husband Larry had remarried and had kids of his own, her step-grandchildren.
And Janette, with her love of writing, had written several poems about the departed astronaut. She had called one of Christa's students, Everret, a precocious little fellow, though entirely made up, like so many other children: Oliver Twist, Hans and the Silver Skates and all of Doctor Doolittle's friends.
The night of the Full Moon - or the Wolf Moon - Janette slept on her red couch in the living room. It doubled as a napping couch and seemed to wrap her into its red fists - and as she began to snore lightly, she imagined the Wolf Moon filled her entire living room and began to snuggle up to her.
As a child when she and her family would drive from their home in Shaker Heights, Ohio, she asked, "Daddy, why is the moon following us everywhere?"
Dad turned down the radio and said, "It's not, Sweet Girl." He explained that the moon was so big, so gigantic, that it would take months and months for it to keep up with them.
Would little Janette be able to learn everything she needed to?
I will try my best.
What she wanted to do was talk to neighbor Nancy. Did she appreciate the moon? Did her daughter Carol appreciate the moon? Did Nancy's husband, deceased Charley - pronounced "Cholly" in these parts of the suburbs - would he have appreciated the moon.
And why should Janette care. Why on earth should she care?
Piano music poured from the Bose Radio in the living room.
"John Serge, your evening host bringing you the most and the best of music right here in Radioland, WRTI-FM."
Please, please, she thought. Please say something about the moon.
She fell asleep and dreamt about Zeus, the king of gods, and how he disguised himself and made love to a maiden, who happened to be Janette.
Her fate was sealed. Love grew bigger and bigger. She became a baker, who could bake anything, adding a little yeast and water and flour and a bakery was founded in the very same Doylestown, PA, right next to Farley's Bookstore.
END OF THIS PART
Friday, January 6, 2023
I am the director of the FULL MOON - Emailed folks about the MOON - stood outside and pointed at it so Nancy Myers across the street could find it
Look up! The Full Wolf Moon, the first Full Moon of 2023, shines tonight
Eyes to the sky tonight to see the Full Wolf Moon — 2023's first Full Moon of the year.
Whatever you are up to, if you have reasonably clear skies tonight, pause for a moment or two and take in the splendour of the Moon. Rising just before sunset, the Moon reaches its Full phase for the month at 6:10 p.m. EST. However, the Wolf Moon will appear Full all night long, and possibly well into Saturday night as well.
So, there's plenty of time to check it out.
What is a Wolf Moon?
Each Full Moon of the year has one or more names associated with it, made popular by the various Farmers' Almanacs that are published over the years. These names are a mix of First Nations, Colonial, and European folklore.
Thursday, January 5, 2023
6-month eye checkup with Dr George - 8 minute conversation
Scott and I drove through Hatboro to the ophlomologist Eric George, MD for a checkup on my eye pressure as I am a glaucoma suspect.
The place was as busy as a beehive. Older people on the stairway coming up to the office. Last time I was there I remember hot coffee brewing.
Dr George read the results to aide Chris. I could not wait to see him. First I couldn't remember what he looked like. He wore a long white coat and mask.
My eyes focused on a machine and I was told HOLD IT, do not blink.
He had a very pleasant smell.
My mind was quite busy. How much would a machine like this cost? $65,000 or more? Of course several of the doctors share it.
He could see that I had dry eyes and suggested I use eye drops and gave me the names of three of em which are available over the counter.
In fact, when I got to Scott's several hours later I found my previous eye drops called REFRESH and put em in both eyes.
My eyes felt terrible and my nose got stuffed up.
Forget em!
The NY Times has a relationship column and suggested we talk for 8 straight minutes with our partner. On Scott's bed we went under the covers and talked for, oh, about an hour and a half until the PBS Nightly News came on.
Where dyou think Judy Woodruff is, we wondered.
Amna Navaz and Geoff Bennett sat in her place.
All day long I've wanted to read a Nelson DeMille book. I returned every other book to the library, dropping it into the outside book deposit.
Ever been sick of reading?
Yep, that's me.
There was also a book by Anne Cleeves who wrote the stories that Vera Stanhope is based on. Thud, into the bin she went. I am not a big fan of the program.
Okay, Scott will be here to tuck me in - in 17 minutes.
Gotta brush my teeth, so we will talk the morrow.
BTW, I am using the notebook Ekaterina gave me. I call it My Diary. It is a comfort to me. I used the red one much of my life. See below. Dyou think I bought it at Barnes and Noble?
Tuesday, January 3, 2023
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Happy New Year
SCOTT AND I just ordered on GIANT DIRECT.
Will they have COMPARI TOMATOES?
I raced around the block on bad left leg before it rained.
Janie will be here at 11 am.
Figured out where to put HUGE 2023 CALENDAR, which lies on floor.
On my credenza that once belonged to Aunt Marion.
Oh, there's the rain. You know, I can barely see as I type.
COMMA, PERIOD, QUOTATION MARKS.
Ate my breakfast on the back porch where I enjoyed every morsel of my two eggs, mushrooms, and Alpine Cheese with rind, you have to remove.
A gift from Sarah to Scott, who is a cheese lover.
Last night we had an excellent ZOOM meeting. Ada suggested two folks get help from their CONGRESSMAN OR WOMAN.
Dyou think one of them could help me write the next part of my new novel/novella?
Have I told you some of my favorite things? My Bradford Tea Kettle, which whistles, Maxwell House Coffee, which has been bought out several times.
Ellen thanks so much for making me this hot coffee.
The correct option is Copper is a better conductor of heat than steel.
Good conductors of heat allow heat to pass through them easily. Metals such as copper, iron, and steel are good conductors of heat. However, copper is a better conductor of heat than steel. This makes the pan get hot quickly. Because of this, most stainless steel cooking pans come with copper bottoms.PLEASE THANK GOGGLE FOR ME. Now we look up Maxwell House.
Good conductors of heat allow heat to pass through them easily. Metals such as copper, iron, and steel are good conductors of heat. However, copper is a better conductor of heat than steel. This makes the pan get hot quickly. Because of this, most stainless steel cooking pans come with copper bottoms.
Maxwell House Original Roast Ground Coffee Filter Packs 5.3 oz Box
Monday, January 2, 2023
Off to the compost heap?
And yes I finished the second part of TRINITY PINES, utilizing an idea I had, a tragic idea.
But all tragic thoughts do not lead to tragedies, right, Joe?
He died a couple of years ago. A great local historian!!!
I had two big chunks of DELICIOUS APPLES but didn't wanna walk to the compost, so I buried them in the lamppost garden in the front yard.
When taking my morning walk, my foot was hurting but I thought, I CAN DO IT, WALK AROUND THE BLOCK.
When I got to the SANDERS House a big black Chevy Equinox was in the drive.
Remember how we loved our cars when they were new?
When I walked around block this morning I found a DOO DAD.
Then I misplaced it. Turned out my pockets on my coat and there it was.
C H E E S E. from the Smithsonian Magazine
Some cheeses are mild and soft like mozzarella, others are salty-hard
like Parmesan. And some smell pungent like Époisses, a funky orange
cheese from the Burgundy region in France.
There are cheeses with fuzzy rinds such as Camembert, and ones marbled with blue veins such as Cabrales, which ripens for months in mountain caves in northern Spain.
Yet almost all of the world’s thousand-odd kinds of cheese start the same, as a white, rubbery lump of curd.
How do we get from that uniform blandness to this cornucopia? The answer revolves around microbes. Cheese teems with bacteria, yeasts and molds. “More than 100 different microbial species can easily be found in a single cheese type,” says Baltasar Mayo, a senior researcher at the Dairy Research Institute of Asturias in Spain. In other words: Cheese isn’t just a snack, it’s an ecosystem. Every slice contains billions of microbes — and they are what makes cheeses distinctive and delicious.
People have made cheese since the late Stone Age, but only recently have scientists begun to study its microbial nature and learn about the deadly skirmishes, peaceful alliances and beneficial collaborations that happen between the organisms that call cheese home.
To find out what bacteria and fungi are present in cheese and where they come from, scientists sample cheeses from all over the world and extract the DNA they contain. By matching the DNA to genes in existing databases, they can identify which organisms are present in the cheese. “The way we do that is sort of like microbial CSI, you know, when they go out to a crime scene investigation, but in this case we are looking at what microbes are there,” Ben Wolfe, a microbial ecologist at Tufts University, likes to say.
Early on, that search yielded surprises. For example, cheesemakers often add starter cultures of beneficial bacteria to freshly formed curds to help a cheese on its way. Yet when Wolfe’s group and others examined ripened cheeses, they found that the microbial mixes — microbiomes — of the cheeses showed only a passing resemblance to those cultures. Often, more than half of the bacteria present were microbial “strangers” that had not been in the starter culture. Where did they come from?
Many of these microbes turned out to be old acquaintances, but ones we usually know from places other than cheese. Take Brachybacterium, a microbe present in Gruyère, which is more commonly found in soil, seawater and chicken litter (and perhaps even an Etruscan tomb). Or bacteria of the genus Halomonas, which are usually associated with salt ponds and marine environments.
Then there’s Brevibacterium linens, a bacterium that has been identified as a central contributor to the stinkiness of Limburger. When not on cheese, it can often be found in damp areas of our skin such as between our toes. B. linens also adds characteristic notes to the odor of sweat. So when we say that dirty feet smell “cheesy,” there’s truth to it: The same organisms are involved. In fact, as Wolfe once pointed out, the bacteria and fungi on feet and cheese “look pretty much the same.” (An artist in Ireland demonstrated this some years ago by culturing cheeses with organisms plucked from people’s bodies.)
Initially, researchers were dumbfounded by how some of these microbes ended up on and in cheese. Yet, as they sampled the environment of cheesemaking facilities, a picture began to emerge. The milk of cows (or goats or sheep) contains some microbes from the get-go. But many more are picked up during the milking and cheesemaking process. Soil bacteria lurking in a stable’s straw bedding might attach themselves to the teats of a cow and end up in the milking pail, for example. Skin bacteria fall into the milk from the hand of the milker or get transferred by the knife that cuts the curd. Other microbes enter the milk from the storage tank or simply drift down off the walls of the dairy facility.
Sunday, January 1, 2023
MUMMER'S DAY PARADE PLUS MORE
MUMMERS DAY PARADE, New Year's Day Tradition !!!
Scott and I walked at the YMCA but there was too much geese poop so we turned around and went home.
My left leg is getting better.
Am watching THE VAULT on Netflix. Pretty good.
....
HAPPY NEW YEAR - 2023
Thank you Sarah for sending Scott this Murray's Alpine Cheddar just in time for New Year's Eve.
Spent the night at Scott's. First we watched William Powell and Myrna Loy on TCM as they played a couple in love.
At midnight we heard fireworks outside so I had to wake up Scott who was in a deep sleep. We can always watch the BALL drop on YouTube.
I am sipping now on a spicy Advent Tea from Ada and Rich.
At the suggestion of Janie Black, I filled my pill box this morning. Very difficult. Yellow capsules of Ticrolimus, scored pills of Prednisone, oblong lilac pills of Synthroid every Mon Wed and Friday.
Am listening to WRTI-FM playing jazz. Catherine Russell is singing.
Last night at Scott's we watched CONCERT FOR GEORGE - the late George Harrison. Eric Clapton arranged the concert which took weeks. One guy I recognized - long straw colored hair - but did not know his name - TOM PETTY, announced Scott. Dead of an accidental overdose.
Thankfully Scott's bro/law just got out of the hospital. His diabetes medication was out of order.
WHEW!!!
In the Times this morning I read about making an omelet, with Murray's Cheddar Cheese. The recipe mentioned it is important to get the omelet on the plate HOT.
I did.
How, though, was I to sit and eat. I have a bad left leg. Where did I put that note from my helper?
More Advent Tea, please.
East of the Sun and West of the Moon, please, sings a jazz singer on WRTI-FM.
One of our books at the renowned Mercer School in Shaker Heights, Ohio, had a story of the same name. Stories! I could not get enough of them.
What shall I write about today? I do have an idea. Twould take about 90 minutes. First, though, let's find that story on the nearly infallible GOGGLE.
"East of the Sun and West of the Moon" (Norwegian: Østenfor sol og vestenfor måne) is a Norwegian fairy tale. It was included by Andrew Lang in The Blue Fairy Book (1890).[1]
"East of the Sun and West of the Moon" was collected by Peter Christen Asbjørnsen and Jørgen Moe. It is Aarne–Thompson type 425A, the search for the lost husband; other tales of this type include "Black Bull of Norroway", "The Brown Bear of Norway", "The Daughter of the Skies", "The Enchanted Pig", "The Tale of the Hoodie", "Master Semolina", "The Sprig of Rosemary", "The Enchanted Snake", and "White-Bear-King-Valemon".[2] The Swedish version is called "Prince Hat under the Ground". It was likely an offspring from the tale of "Cupid and Psyche" in The Golden Ass,[3] which gave rise to similar animal bridegroom cycles[4] such as "Beauty and the Beast".[5]
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