BET YOU HAVE WONDERED
Yes, I bet you have wondered why some trees stay green year round, while others lose their color with the onslaught of winter. I wondered that as well–until I read this heartwarming story from professional storyteller Karen Chace (pictured above). Every Christmas season, I invite Karen to send me a seasonal story I can share. After you read this intriguing tale, I encourage you to share it with your colleagues, family, friends, and children you know.
LEGEND OF THE EVERGREEN TREES
One winter, when the birds were all leaving for south and warmer areas, one little bird broke its wing on the way and was left behind. Soon frost and snow covered the forest and she was cold and hungry. So she asked the trees to help her and let her stay in its branches. However, the trees are not always kind. The birch tree was proud of being beautiful and haughtily replied to the bird’s pleas by saying that he could not possibly help him because he had to look after the birds of the forest first. The strong oak tree was reluctant because it was afraid that the bird would have to live there till spring time and would eat up some of its acorns. Even the willow tree that seemed to be gentle otherwise refused to help or even talk to the strangers.
The poor bird was in much distress and tried to fly some more but her wing was still not fit for the purpose. Seeing her struggling like this, the spruce tree asked her, why she seems so downcast. When the bird revealed her miseries, it offered her the thickest, softest and warmest branch to stay. The bird was really glad to find some help. Inspired by the kindness of spruce tree, the big and strong pine tree also volunteered to protect the spruce tree and the bird from the North Wind all through the winters. The little juniper tree also piped in to offer its berries to the bird to quench her hunger. So, the bird lived comfortably there and flew away again at springtime, when its wing healed again.
The Frost King, who kept close note of the behavior of all trees, strictly instructed the North Wind not to touch even a single leaf of the kind spruce, pine and juniper trees; while he was free to play havoc with the leaves of other trees. The North Wind especially enjoyed in plucking the shining, green leaves of the willow, oak and bird trees and leaving them bare for the winters, with nothing to protect them from snow, rain and sleet. It is for this kindness that the leaves of the spruce, the pine, and the juniper are always green and they are known as evergreen trees.
Karen provided this link to the original source of the story:
This season reminds us that giving is rewarding to the giver as well as the receiver. As winter sets into northeast Georgia, I’ll have a fresh appreciation for those generous trees that became evergreen, because of their kindness and compassion. And I will give special thanks for the people in my life who are great givers.
SCHEDULE KAREN CHACE FOR YOUR EVENTS
For years, I have marveled at Karen Chace’s professional story-telling career. Her presentations and writings have mesmerized many audiences and readers, and garnered numerous awards. Check her Web site to learn more about her offerings–and then contact her to discuss your organization’s upcoming events, and how she can add her unique sparkle and meaning. Her Web site:
While she refers to herself whimsically as “Storybug,” Karen Chace–based in East Freetown, MA–is quite seriously dedicated to her storytelling profession. That’s why I turned to her when I wanted a Christmas story to share with my blog readers. You’ll find this story heartwarming, with a grand message.
THE BEST WISH–THE STORY OF THREE BROTHERS AND AN ANGEL
NOTE: This story is a public domain European folktale found in Czechoslovak Fairy Tales by Parker Fillmore.
There were once three brothers whose only possession was a pear tree. They took turns guarding it. That is to say while two of them went to work the third stayed at home to see that no harm came to the pear tree.
Now it happened that an Angel from heaven was sent down to test the hearts of the three brothers. The Angel took the form of a beggar and approaching the pear tree on a day when the oldest brother was guarding it, he held out his hand and said:
“In heaven’s name, brother, give me a ripe pear.”
The oldest brother at once handed him a pear, saying:
“This one I can give you because it is mine, but none of the others because they belong to my brothers.”
The Angel thanked him and departed.
The next day when the second brother was on guard he returned in the same guise and again begged the charity of a ripe pear.
“Take this one,” the second brother said. “It is mine and I can give it away. I can’t give away any of the others because they belong to my brothers.”
The Angel thanked the second brother and departed.
The third day he had exactly the same experience with the youngest brother.
On the following day the Angel, in the guise of a monk, came to the brothers’ house very early while they were still all at home.
“My sons,” he said, “come with me and perhaps I can find you something better to do than guard a single pear tree.”
The brothers agreed and they all started out together. After walking some time they came to the banks of a broad deep river.
“My son,” the Angel said, addressing the oldest brother, “if I were to grant you one wish, what you ask?”
“I’d be happy,” the oldest brother said, “if all this water was turned into wine and belonged to me.”
The Angel lifted his staff and made the sign of the cross and lo! the water became wine from great wine-presses. At once numbers of casks appeared and men filling them and rolling them about. A huge industry sprang up with sheds and storehouses and wagons and men running hither and thither and addressing the oldest brother respectfully as “Master!”
“You have your wish,” the Angel said. “See that you do not forget God’s poor now that you are rich. Farewell.”
So they left the oldest brother in the midst of his wine and went on farther until they came to a broad field where flocks of pigeons were feeding.
“If I were to grant you one wish,” the Angel said to the second brother, “what would you ask?”
“I’d be happy, father, if all the pigeons in this field were turned to sheep and belonged to me.”
The Angel lifted his staff, made the sign of the cross, and lo! the field was covered with sheep. Sheds appeared and houses and women, some of them milking the ewes and others skimming the milk and making cheeses. In one place men were busy preparing meat for the market and in another cleaning wool. And all of them as they came and went spoke respectfully to the second brother and called him, “Master!”
“You have your wish,” the Angel said. “Stay here and enjoy prosperity and see that you do not forget God’s poor!”
Then he and the youngest brother went on their way.
“Now, my son,” the Angel said, “you, too, may make one wish.”
“I want but one thing, father. I pray heaven to grant me a truly pious wife. That is my only wish.”
“A truly pious wife!” the Angel cried. “My boy, you have asked the hardest thing of all! Why, there are only three truly pious women in all the world! Two of them are already married and the third is a princess who is being sought in marriage at this very moment by two kings! However, your brothers have received their wishes and you must have yours, too. Let us go at once to the father of this virtuous princess and present your suit.”
So just as they were they trudged to the city where the princess lived and presented themselves at the palace looking shabby and travel-stained.
The king received them and when he heard their mission he looked at them in amazement.
“This makes three suitors for my daughter’s hand! Two kings and now this young man all on the same day! How am I going to decide among them?”
“Let heaven decide!” the Angel said. “Cut three branches of grape-vine and let the princess mark each branch with the name of a different suitor. Then let her plant the three branches to-night in the garden and to-morrow do you give her in marriage to the man whose branch has blossomed during the night and by morning is covered with ripe clusters of grapes.”
The king and the two other suitors agreed to this and the princess named and planted three branches of grape-vine. In the morning two of the branches were bare and dry, but the third, the one which was marked with the name of the youngest brother, was covered with green leaves and ripe clusters of grapes. The king accepted heaven’s ruling and at once led his daughter to church where he had her married to the stranger and sent her off with his blessing.
The Angel led the young couple to a forest and left them there.
A year went by and the Angel was sent back to earth to see how the three brothers were faring. Assuming the form of an old beggar, he went to the oldest brother who was busy among his wine-presses and begged the charity of a cup of wine.
“Be off with you, you old vagabond!” the oldest brother shouted angrily. “If I gave a cup of wine to every beggar that comes along I’d soon be a beggar myself!”
The Angel lifted his staff, made the sign of the cross, and lo! the wine and all the wine-presses disappeared and in their place flowed a broad deep river.
“In your prosperity you have forgotten God’s poor,” the Angel said. “Go back to your pear tree.”
Then the Angel went to the second brother who was busy in his dairy.
“Brother,” the Angel said, “in heaven’s name, I pray you, give me a morsel of cheese.”
“A morsel of cheese, you lazy good-for-nothing!” the second brother cried. “Be off with you or I’ll call the dogs!”
The Angel lifted his staff, made the sign of the cross, and lo! the sheep and the dairy and all the busy laborers disappeared and he and the second brother were standing there alone in a field where flocks of pigeons were feeding.
“In your prosperity you have forgotten God’s poor,” the Angel said. “Go back to your pear tree!”
Then the Angel made his way to the forest where he had left the youngest brother and his wife. He found them in great poverty living in a mean little hut.
“God be with you!” said the Angel still in the guise of an old beggar. “I pray you in heaven’s name give me shelter for the night and a bite of supper.”
“We are poor ourselves,” the youngest brother said.
“But come in, you are welcome to share what we have.”
They put the old beggar to rest at the most comfortable place beside the fire and the wife set three places for the evening meal. They were so poor that the loaf that was baking in the oven was not made of grain ground at the mill but of pounded bark gathered from the trees.
“Alas,” the wife murmured to herself, “it shames me that we have no real bread to put before our guest.”
Imagine then her surprise when she opened the oven and saw a browned loaf of wheaten bread.
“God be praised!” she cried.
She drew a pitcher of water at the spring but when she began pouring it into the cups she found to her joy that it was changed to wine.
“In your happiness,” the Angel said, “you have not forgotten God’s poor and God will reward you!”
He raised his staff, made the sign of the cross, and lo! the mean little hut disappeared and in its place arose a stately palace full of riches and beautiful things. Servants passed hither and thither and addressed the poor man respectfully as “My lord!” and his wife as “My lady!”
The old beggar arose and as he went he blessed them both, saying:
“God gives you these riches and they will be yours to enjoy so long as you share them with others.”
They must have remembered the Angel’s words for all their lives long they were happy and prosperous.
ABOUT KAREN CHACE
Visit Karen’s Web site, where you will find valuable resources about stories. Read her blog, and enter your e-mail address in the slot to sign up for her newsletter. Use her contact information to talk with her about a professional presentation to your conference/convention. Her site link: http://www.storybug.net
HEAR MY RADIO INTERVIEW WITH KAREN CHACE
As the host of “The Communication Corner” on WBCX-FM, I was privileged to interview Karen about storytelling, a profession she has mastered. This link gives you access to the full 60-minute interview: http://thecompletecommunicator.com/?p=2021
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