I'se pinchin' back the mint near the porch at dawn-thirty when Jack Beeman rode past on his spinnin' wheel..thas' his fast spinin' bicycle, what he rides fer exercise to keep his scarecrow limbs scary skinny. He is ex-Army-Marine-Airforce...I fergit which, but he keeps in shape like they might call him back any day.
"Hey Aunty!! I read yore latest post on adultery, blog style!" he called over his shoulder.
When he circled back half -hour later the coffee was hot and Uncle was puttin' out the bird seed. "I heered ya holler at my lady about her adultery- sounds like somepin' I oughta know about. "
Jack grinned that "ain''t we jes' boys" sorta grin, took a cup of coffee from me and held it up to Uncle.
"This here coffee is worth the price of an explanation." He swallowed a gulp and blinked twice, "Lawdy! They is serious bidness in this cup. Naw, looky, I was jes' lettin' yore Belle know I'se readin' her blog....and why, shoot--I have an idea fer her."
"Whas' that?" I ast him. " Iffin' it's about a ridin' a spinnin' wheel like yourn, I ain't got nuthin ter say: I doan do sweat."
"Nope," Jack shook his haid, " but looky, I'se readin' fairy tales ter Mack-man (his boy) an we read the Pied Piper--hoo-whee! Now that boy is scared ter death of rats. "
"Smart boy," I said.
"Doan be dense, Belle, its Gypsies he oughta be afeard of! "
We ain't got no gypsies, Uncle tole him. "Any way, what's gypsies have ter do wif' Belle's blog, or, fer that matter, wif' the Pied Piper? " Uncle ast him.
"Hold up now--I done some research an it turns out that they's Germans in Transylvania."
"So?" Uncle and me said in tandem.
JAck smirked as iffin' we's simpletons. "How'd they git thar'? Thas' is what is so," he said.
"More like WHY did they go there, ain't they never heered of Dracula?" ast Uncle.
" Ha! Modern Germans shoulda remembered that fer shure--instead they had old
Ceausescu -- the modern day Dracula, bloodthirsty fer revenge....
He sent them Germans in Transylvania off to Russian mines, never to be seen again."
"Jack, I ain't followin' ya none at all, honey...whas' ANY of this to do wif' my blog?"
"OH, well...not much I s'pose, 'cept that ya' could start a history -mystery feature. "
(uh-oh...here's a fella who needs ter git his OWN blog, I'se thinkin' ter myself.)
"The reason Europe hates gypsies, an' thinks they steal yore babies is on account of the Pied Piper was Romanian--a gypsy-- and he piped his tune an' led them little Saxon babes through the Carpathian mountains to Transylvania. An' gypsies make strange music doan they? And they's Romanian too.
See? The way Germans came ter be in Romania is because some version of the Pied Piper is true--looky, this is what even the Grimm boys claimed: "the Children did not perish, they surfaced somewhere in Transylvania. ..In their relative seclusion, the Lower Saxons who have emigrated to Transylvania about 700 years ago, preserved the oral traditions purer and more folk-like than us (in Germany)."
I looked at Uncle, helpless. "What is he sayin'" I pantomimed.
Jack, set his cup down and sighed, "Alright, ya'll. Ya' ain't gettin' it, is ya'? Jes' thought wif Frankenstein as a point of departure for serious bidness on the BACK Porch, (whar' I saw a Troll visited), seemed ter me that ya' could have fairy tales like Pied Piper and Dracula on the Front Porch, but tell whar' they com from, what they mean an all.. how they's real life history is hidden in fairy tales."
Jack went spinnin' up the road, leavin' Uncle and me jes' watchin' the birds peck at the seed. After a spell, Uncle went on in ter shave. I rocked and meditated on the bloggin' life.
Seems ter me, sweet thangs, that we'uns oughta keep them who knows us in real life outa our blog life....they is havin' a harder time tellin' the real from the fantasy than we is.....
Posted by Aunty Belle at 11:52 AM