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Sunday, August 17, 2014

BUTTERBALL, from the collection of Asbjørnsen and Moe


Here's my favorite Norwegian Folk Tale - a great bedtime story for children.


BUTTERBALL or BUTTERCUP (Norwegian: Smørbukk, literally "Butter-buck")
from the collection of Peter Christen Asbjørnsen and Jørgen Moe


There was once an old woman who sat baking. She had a little boy, and he was so round and fat, and fond of good things to eat, that she called him "Butterball." And she had a dog called "Goldtooth." All at once the dog started to bark.

"Run out, my little Butterball," said the old woman, "and see who Goldtooth's barking at."

So the boy ran out, and came back in and said, "Oh, heaven help me! Here comes a big, tall Troll-hag, with her head under her arm and a sack on her back!"

"Run under the breadboard and hide!" said his mother.

Then in came the big Troll. "Good day!" she said.

"God bless you!" said Butterball's mother.

"Isn't Butterball at home today?" asked the Troll.

"No, he's in the woods with his father bagging grouse," replied the mother.

"Devil take it!" said the Troll-hag. "I've got such a fine little silver knife I wanted to give 'im!"

"Pip, pip! Here I am!" said Butterball from underneath the breadboard, and out he came.

"I'm so old and my back's so stiff," said the Troll. "You'll have to pop down into the sack and fetch it yourself."

When Butterball was well down inside, the Troll swung the sack on her back and rushed out through the door. But, when they had gone a bit on the way, the Troll grew tired and asked, "How far must I go to find a place to take a nap?"

"A furlong," said Butterball.

So the Troll put the sack down by the side of the road, and went off through the woods by herself, and lay down to sleep.

In the meantime, Butterball saw his chance. He took his knife, ripped a hole in the sack, and popped out. Then he put a large pine root in his place, and home he ran to his mother. When the Troll got home and laid eyes on what she had in the sack, she was beside herself with rage.

The next day the old woman sat baking again. All at once the dog started to bark. "Run out, my little Butterball," she said, "and see what Goldtooth's barking at."

"Oh nay! Oh nay! That nasty beast!" said Butterball. "Now she's coming back, with her head under her arm and a big sack on her back!"

"Run under the breadboard and hide!" said his mother.

"Good day," said the Troll. "Is Butterball at home today?"

"Indeed he isn't," said the mother. "He's in the woods with his father bagging grouse."

"Devil take it!" said the Troll-hag. "I've got such a pretty little silver fork I wanted to give 'im."

"Pip, pip! Here I am!" said Butterball, and out he came.

"My back's so stiff," said the Troll. "You'll have to pop down into the sack and fetch it yourself."

When Butterball was well down inside the sack, the Troll flung it on her back and set off.

When they had gone a good bit on the way, she grew tired and asked, "How far off is it to where I can sleep?"

"Half a mile," replied Butterball.

So the Troll put the sack down by the side of the road, and went up through the woods, and lay down to sleep. While the Troll was away, Butterball made a hole in the sack, and when he was out he put a big stone inside. When the Troll-hag got home, she made a fire in the hearth, hung a huge pot over, and was going to stew Butterball. But when she took the sack, thinking it was Butterball she was going to shake out, down fell the stone, making a hole in the bottom of the pot, so the water ran out and put out the fire. Now the Troll was terribly angry and said, "No matter how heavy he makes himself this time, I'll trick him just the same, I will!"

The third time was just like the others: Goldtooth started to bark, and so the mother said to Butterball, "Run out, my little Butterball, and see who Goldtooth's barking at."

So Butterball ran out, and came back in again and said, "Oh mercy me! It's that Troll again, with her head under her arm and a sack on her back!"

"Run under the breadboard and hide!" said his mother.

"Good day," said the Troll and stepped in through the door. "Is Butterball at home today?"

"Indeed he isn't!" said the mother. "He's out in the woods with his father bagging grouse."

"Devil take it!" said the Troll-hag. "I've got such a pretty little silver spoon I wanted to give 'im!"

"Pip, pip! Here I am!" said Butterball, and out he came from underneath the breadboard.

"My back's so stiff," said the Troll-hag. "You'll have to pop down into the sack and fetch it yourself."

When Butterball was well down inside, the Troll threw the sack on her back and set off on the way. This time she didn't go off by herself and lie down to sleep, but strode straight home with Butterball in the sack. And when they got there, it was a Sunday.

Then the Troll said to her daughter, "Now you must take Butterball, and cut 'im up, and make broth out of 'im by the time I come back. For now I'm going to church and invite my friends to a feast."

When the Troll had gone, the daughter was going to take Butterball and butcher him, but she didn't quite know how she was to set about it.

"Wait and I'll show you how to go about it, I will," said Butterball. "Lay your head on the stool and you'll see."

She did just so, poor thing, and Butterball took the axe and chopped off her head, just like a chicken's. Then he put the head in the bed and the carcass in the pot, and made broth of the Troll's daughter. And when that was done, he scrambled up over the door, dragging the pine root and the stone with him, and one he placed over the door and the other on the Troll's chimney pipe.

When the folks came home from church and saw the head in the bed, they thought the daughter was asleep; but then they went over to taste the broth.

"Tastes good, this Butterball broth!" said the Troll-hag.

"Tastes good, this daughter broth!" said Butterball, but they paid no attention to that.

Then the Mountain Troll took the spoon and was going to taste. "Tastes good, this Butterball broth!" he said.

"Tastes good, this daughter broth!" said Butterball, perched up on the chimney pipe.

Then they took to wondering who was talking, and wanted to go out and have a look. But when they got to the door, Butterball threw the pine root and the stone at their heads and killed them all. Then he took all the gold and silver there was in the house - and now he was rich indeed, if you please - and then home he went to his mother.


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More on the TROLL KJERRINGA: Troll Woman, the Troll of Hate
by Art (Grandpa) Stavig


The Troll Kjerringa was a horrible creature! Grandpa told us that in the olden days, the simple country people regarded her as the worst troll in Norway; she had to be - for SHE was the Troll of Hate. She was uglier than you can ever imagine and she was also very proud of the fact that she could take her head right off her neck and carry it under her arm! No wonder people dreaded the thought of meeting this headless monster as she prowled through the darkness.

There used to be many scarey stories about coarse people who went out under cover of the darkness, intending to do some mischief to others, who met the troll woman face to face in the dark! Needless to say, they quickly forgot their own evil thoughts when they faced that monster! Terrified, they turned to run as fast as they could go - but alas, they only got a few steps away, and there she was, squarely in front of them again! Then, to their horror, that ugly head under her arm began to talk to them through those thick, horrid lips, "I'M GOING WITH YOU TONIGHT!" After the man backed away from her in fear, she came after him again, and once more those ugly lips spoke, "YOU NEED ME! I'M THE TROLL OF HATE!"

Grandpa told us there was NO troll that was worse than the Troll of Hate because she was the one that tried to make her home in your heart!


Lesson of the Troll-Kjerringa:
DON'T LET THE TROLL OF HATE MAKE HER HOME IN YOUR HEART LEST YOU BECOME HER FIRST VICTIM!





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Wednesday, August 13, 2014

SUBJECT INDEX TO THE HOVAMOL OF ODIN


In the Holy Bible, we have the books of Proverbs and Wisdom, written by Solomon, giving us advice on the basics of how to live and conduct ourselves. In Norse mythology we find the Hovamol of Odin (Othin), a book in the Elder or Poetic Edda, which gives advice on the basics of how to live and conduct ourselves. One of my favorite "verses" is number 44: "If a friend thou hast whom thou fully wilt trusts, and good from him wouldst get, thy thoughts with his mingle, and gifts shalt thou make, and fare to find him oft." I've put together for you a brief subject index to go by; and for your convenience, below this, you'll find the Hovamol.

SUBJECT INDEX

Ability - 2
Advice - 83
Adultery - 115, 131
Age - 16
Ambition - 58, 59
Answering - 28, 63
Arguing - 125
Bad influence - 9
Battle - 129
Beauty - 93
Begging - 36, 37
Being careful - 131
Being prepared - 60, 74
Boasting - 6
Caution - 1, 7, 38, 45, 73
Choosing friends - 9, 24, 25, 43, 51, 117, 120, 127
Clothes - 49, 61
Conceit - 26, 80
Concentration - 129
Confusion - 129
Courage - 15, 48, 64
Coveting - 115
Cowardliness - 48
Craftsmanship - 126
Criticism - 22
Death - 70
Drinking - 14, 17, 19, 131
Drunkenness - 11, 12, 13, 14, 17
Early rising - 58, 59
Eating - 20, 21, 33, 67
Enemies - 1, 34, 45, 46
Evil - 127, 128
Evil men - 117
Evil women - 118
Expectations - 82
Fairest gifts - 68
Faith - 85-88
Fame - 77, 78
Family - 69
Fate - 39, 56, 76
Fault-finding - 22, 93, 94
Faults - 133
Fear - 48, 131
Fickle women - 84, 90
Fighting - 2, 15, 16, 73
Fire - 68
Food - 116
Friends - 34, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 51, 52, 67, 117, 119
Friendship - 119, 121
Generosity - 135
Giving - 40, 41, 42, 44, 46, 52, 67
Gladness - 128
Good - 128
Good men - 120, 123
Good works - 69, 78
Gossip - 63
Greed - 20, 33
Guests - 132-133, 135, 136
Handicaps - 71
Happiness - 8, 9, 48, 55
Health - 68
Heart - 95
Honesty - 19
Hospitality - 2, 3, 4, 32, 35, 103, 135, 136
Hosting - 132-133, 135
Ignorance - 26, 53
Impressing others - 61
Independence - 36, 37
Joy - 69, 95, 128
Keeping friends - 121
Keeping promises - 130
Knowing oneself - 95
Knowledge - 26
Lack of wisdom - 5
Laziness - 16, 58
Learning - 112
Lies - 118
Life - 70
Listening - 7, 112, 120, 134
Listening to Odin - 138
Love - 50, 51, 80, 93, 94
Lovemaking - 113-114
Lust - 115, 131
Making things for others - 126
Men false to women - 91
Mind - 95
Minds of men - 53
Mocking - 22, 30, 31, 32, 132-133
Moderation of effort - 64
Nakedness - 49
Odin can help in times of sorrow and pain and sickness (147), in medicine (148), in disarming an enemy (149), cannot be bound (150), can stop danger (151), will turn upon his attacker (152), can stop fire (153), can dispel hatred (154), can calm the sea (155), can chase witches home (156), can give strength and protection to the warrior (157), accompanies the hanged man (158), gives protection by the sprinkling of water (159), can teach us the mighty gods (160), can change a woman's thoughts (162)
Offering - 146
Old age - 134
Optimism - 71
Patience - 89
Peace - 16
Planning ahead - 116
Plans - 39
Politeness - 45, 46, 135
Popularity - 4, 8, 9, 24, 25, 50, 61, 62, 77
Posterity - 72
Poverty - 36, 37, 75
Praises - 81
Prayer - 146
Pride - 80
Promptness - 66
Questioning - 28, 63
Receiving - 40
Remedies - 137
Rising at night - 112
Runes - 79, 143
Sacrifice - 146
Scorn - 132-133, 134
Sharing thoughts - 63
Sharing thoughts with friends - 121, 124
Sight - 68
Silence - 6, 7, 15, 19, 27, 29, 57, 79, 103
Sin - 68
Sons - 69, 72
Sorrow - 48
Speaking - 19, 27, 29, 57, 63, 65, 73, 103
Speaking with others - 122-123, 125
Success - 58
Thankfulness - 81
Thieves - 131
Timing - 82
Travelers - 132-133
Traveling - 5, 18
Trust - 85-88
Trusting - 84
Untrustworthy things - 85-88
Visiting - 4, 6, 7, 32, 33, 34, 35, 44, 67, 119
Watching - 1, 7
Wealth - 10, 39, 69, 75, 76, 80
Wickedness - 133
Wisdom - 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 15, 18, 28, 30, 53, 54, 55, 56, 63, 64, 80, 103
Witches - 113-114
Witless people - 122-123
Woman's love - 80, 130
Women - 84, 113-114
Women false to men - 96-102
Wooing women - 92, 96-102
Work - 58, 59
Worry - 23
Worth - 133


THE HOVAMOL


1. Within the gates | ere a man shall go,
(Full warily let him watch,)
Full long let him look about him;
For little he knows | where a foe may lurk,
And sit in the seats within.

2. Hail to the giver! | a guest has come;
Where shall the stranger sit?
Swift shall he be who, | with swords shall try
The proof of his might to make.

3. Fire he needs | who with frozen knees
Has come from the cold without;
Food and clothes | must the farer have,
The man from the mountains come.

4. Water and towels | and welcoming speech
Should he find who comes, to the feast;
If renown he would get, | and again be greeted,
Wisely and well must he act.

5. Wits must he have | who wanders wide,
But all is easy at home;
At the witless man | the wise shall wink
When among such men he sits.

6. A man shall not boast | of his keenness of mind,
But keep it close in his breast;
To the silent and wise | does ill come seldom
When he goes as guest to a house;
(For a faster friend | one never finds
Than wisdom tried and true.)

7. The knowing guest | who goes to the feast,
In silent attention sits;
With his ears he hears, | with his eyes he watches,
Thus wary are wise men all.

8. Happy the one | who wins for himself
Favor and praises fair;
Less safe by far | is the wisdom found
That is hid in another's heart.

9. Happy the man | who has while he lives
Wisdom and praise as well,
For evil counsel | a man full oft
Has from another's heart.

10. A better burden | may no man bear
For wanderings wide than wisdom;
It is better than wealth | on unknown ways,
And in grief a refuge it gives.

11. A better burden | may no man bear
For wanderings wide than wisdom;
Worse food for the journey | he brings not afield
Than an over-drinking of ale.

12. Less good there lies | than most believe
In ale for mortal men;
For the more he drinks | the less does man
Of his mind the mastery hold.

13. Over beer the bird | of forgetfulness broods,
And steals the minds of men;
With the heron's feathers | fettered I lay
And in Gunnloth's house was held.

14. Drunk I was, | I was dead-drunk,
When with Fjalar wise I was;
'Tis the best of drinking | if back one brings
His wisdom with him home.

15. The son of a king | shall be silent and wise,
And bold in battle as well;
Bravely and gladly | a man shall go,
Till the day of his death is come.

16. The sluggard believes | he shall live forever,
If the fight he faces not;
But age shall not grant him | the gift of peace,
Though spears may spare his life.

17. The fool is agape | when he comes to the feast,
He stammers or else is still;
But soon if he gets | a drink is it seen
What the mind of the man is like.

18. He alone is aware | who has wandered wide,
And far abroad has fared,
How great a mind | is guided by him
That wealth of wisdom has.

19. Shun not the mead, | but drink in measure;
Speak to the point or be still;
For rudeness none | shall rightly blame thee
If soon thy bed thou seekest.

20. The greedy man, | if his mind be vague,
Will eat till sick he is;
The vulgar man, | when among the wise,
To scorn by his belly is brought.

21. The herds know well | when home they shall fare,
And then from the grass they go;
But the foolish man | his belly's measure
Shall never know aright.

22. A paltry man | and poor of mind
At all things ever mocks;
For never he knows, | what he ought to know,
That he is not free from faults.

23. The witless man | is awake all night,
Thinking of many things;
Care-worn he is | when the morning comes,
And his woe is just as it was.

24. The foolish man | for friends all those
Who laugh at him will hold;
When among the wise | he marks it not
Though hatred of him they speak.

25. The foolish man | for friends all those
Who laugh at him will hold;
But the truth when he comes | to the council he learns,
That few in his favor will speak.

26. An ignorant man | thinks that all he knows,
When he sits by himself in a corner;
But never what answer | to make he knows,
When others with questions come.

27. A witless man, | when he meets with men,
Had best in silence abide;
For no one shall find | that nothing he knows,
If his mouth is not open too much.
(But a man knows not, | if nothing he knows,
When his mouth has been open too much.)

28. Wise shall he seem | who well can question,
And also answer well;
Nought is concealed | that men may say
Among the sons of men.

29. Often he speaks | who never is still
With words that win no faith;
The babbling tongue, | if a bridle it find not,
Oft for itself sings ill.

30. In mockery no one | a man shall hold,
Although he fare to the feast;
Wise seems one oft, | if nought he is asked,
And safely he sits dry-skinned.

31. Wise a guest holds it | to take to his heels,
When mock of another he makes;
But little he knows | who laughs at the feast,
Though he mocks in the midst of his foes.

32. Friendly of mind | are many men,
Till feasting they mock at their friends;
To mankind a bane | must it ever be
When guests together strive.

33. Oft should one make | an early meal,
Nor fasting come to the feast;
Else he sits and chews | as if he would choke,
And little is able to ask.

34. Crooked and far | is the road to a foe,
Though his house on the highway be;
But wide and straight | is the way to a friend,
Though far away he fare.

35. Forth shall one go, | nor stay as a guest
In a single spot forever;
Love becomes loathing | if long one sits
By the hearth in another's home.

36. Better a house, | though a hut it be,
A man is master at home;
A pair of goats | and a patched-up roof
Are better far than begging.

37. Better a house, | though a hut it be,
A man is master at home;
His heart is bleeding | who needs must beg
When food he fain would have.

38. Away from his arms | in the open field
A man should fare not a foot;
For never he knows | when the need for a spear
Shall arise on the distant road.

39. If wealth a man | has won for himself,
Let him never suffer in need;
Oft he saves for a foe | what he plans for a friend,
For much goes worse than we wish.

40. None so free with gifts | or food have I found
That gladly he took not a gift,
Nor one who so widely | scattered his wealth
That of recompense hatred he had.

41. Friends shall gladden each other | with arms and garments,
As each for himself can see;
Gift-givers' friendships | are longest found,
If fair their fates may be.

42. To his friend a man | a friend shall prove,
And gifts with gifts requite;
But men shall mocking | with mockery answer,
And fraud with falsehood meet.

43. To his friend a man | a friend shall prove,
To him and the friend of his friend;
But never a man | shall friendship make
With one of his foeman's friends.

44. If a friend thou hast | whom thou fully wilt trust,
And good from him wouldst get,
Thy thoughts with his mingle, | and gifts shalt thou make,
And fare to find him oft.

45. If another thou hast | whom thou hardly wilt trust,
Yet good from him wouldst get,
Thou shalt speak him fair, | but falsely think,
And fraud with falsehood requite.

46. So is it with him | whom thou hardly wilt trust,
And whose mind thou mayst not know;
Laugh with him mayst thou, | but speak not thy mind,
Like gifts to his shalt thou give.

47. Young was I once, | and wandered alone,
And nought of the road I knew;
Rich did I feel | when a comrade I found,
For man is man's delight.

48. The lives of the brave | and noble are best,
Sorrows they seldom feed;
But the coward fear | of all things feels,
And not gladly the niggard gives.

49. My garments once | in a field I gave
To a pair of carven poles;
Heroes they seemed | when clothes they had,
But the naked man is nought.

50. On the hillside drear | the fir-tree dies,
All bootless its needles and bark;
It is like a man | whom no one loves,--
Why should his life be long?

51. Hotter than fire | between false friends
Does friendship five days burn;
When the sixth day comes | the fire cools,
And ended is all the love.

52. No great thing needs | a man to give,
Oft little will purchase praise;
With half a loaf | and a half-filled cup
A friend full fast I made.

53. A little sand | has a little sea,
And small are the minds of men;
Though all men are not | equal in wisdom,
Yet half-wise only are all.

54. A measure of wisdom | each man shall have,
But never too much let him know;
The fairest lives | do those men live
Whose wisdom wide has grown.

55. A measure of wisdom | each man shall have,
But never too much let him know;
For the wise man's heart | is seldom happy,
If wisdom too great he has won.

56. A measure of wisdom | each man shall have,
But never too much let him know;
Let no man the fate | before him see,
For so is he freest from sorrow.

57. A brand from a brand | is kindled and burned,
And fire from fire begotten;
And man by his speech | is known to men,
And the stupid by their stillness.

58. He must early go forth | who fain the blood
Or the goods of another would get;
The wolf that lies idle | shall win little meat,
Or the sleeping man success.

59. He must early go forth | whose workers are few,
Himself his work to seek;
Much remains undone | for the morning-sleeper,
For the swift is wealth half won.

60. Of seasoned shingles | and strips of bark
For the thatch let one know his need,
And how much of wood | he must have for a month,
Or in half a year he will use.

61. Washed and fed | to the council fare,
But care not too much for thy clothes;
Let none be ashamed | of his shoes and hose,
Less still of the steed he rides,
(Though poor be the horse he has.)

62. When the eagle comes | to the ancient sea,
He snaps and hangs his head;
So is a man | in the midst of a throng,
Who few to speak for him finds.

63. To question and answer | must all be ready
Who wish to be known as wise;
Tell one thy thoughts, | but beware of two,--
All know what is known to three.

64. The man who is prudent | a measured use
Of the might he has will make;
He finds when among | the brave he fares
That the boldest he may not be.

65.     .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .
.    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .
Oft for the words | that to others one speaks
He will get but an evil gift.

66. Too early to many | a meeting I came,
And some too late have I sought;
The beer was all drunk, | or not yet brewed;
Little the loathed man finds.

67. To their homes men would bid | me hither and yon,
If at meal-time I needed no meat,
Or would hang two hams | in my true friend's house,
Where only one I had eaten.

68. Fire for men | is the fairest gift,
And power to see the sun;
Health as well, | if a man may have it,
And a life not stained with sin.

69. All wretched is no man, | though never so sick;
Some from their sons have joy,
Some win it from kinsmen, | and some from their wealth,
And some from worthy works.

70. It is better to live | than to lie a corpse,
The live man catches the cow;
I saw flames rise | for the rich man's pyre,
And before his door he lay dead.

71. The lame rides a horse, | the handless is herdsman,
The deaf in battle is bold;
The blind man is better | than one that is burned,
No good can come of a corpse.

72. A son is better, | though late he be born,
And his father to death have fared;
Memory-stones | seldom stand by the road
Save when kinsman honors his kin.

73. Two make a battle, | the tongue slays the head;
In each furry coat | a fist I look for.

74. He welcomes the night | whose fare is enough,
(Short are the yards of a ship,)
Uneasy are autumn nights;
Full oft does the weather | change in a week,
And more in a month's time.

75. A man knows not, | if nothing he knows,
That gold oft apes begets;
One man is wealthy | and one is poor,
Yet scorn for him none should know.

76. Among Fitjung's sons | saw I well-stocked folds,--
Now bear they the beggar's staff;
Wealth is as swift | as a winking eye,
Of friends the falsest it is.

77. Cattle die, | and kinsmen die,
And so one dies one's self;
But a noble name | will never die,
If good renown one gets.

78. Cattle die, | and kinsmen die,
And so one dies one's self;
One thing now | that never dies,
The fame of a dead man's deeds.

79. Certain is that | which is sought from runes,
That the gods so great have made,
And the Master-Poet painted;
.    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .
.    .    .    .    .     of the race of gods:
Silence is safest and best.

80. An unwise man, | if a maiden's love
Or wealth he chances to win,
His pride will wax, but his wisdom never,
Straight forward he fares in conceit.
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81. Give praise to the day at evening, | to a woman on her pyre,
To a weapon which is tried, | to a maid at wed lock,
To ice when it is crossed, | to ale that is drunk.

82. When the gale blows hew wood, | in fair winds seek the water;
Sport with maidens at dusk, | for day's eyes are many;
From the ship seek swiftness, | from the shield protection,
Cuts from the sword, | from the maiden kisses.

83. By the fire drink ale, | over ice go on skates;
Buy a steed that is lean, | and a sword when tarnished,
The horse at home fatten, | the hound in thy dwelling.
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84. A man shall trust not | the oath of a maid,
Nor the word a woman speaks;
For their hearts on a whirling | wheel were fashioned,
And fickle their breasts were formed.

85. In a breaking bow | or a burning flame,
A ravening wolf | or a croaking raven,
In a grunting boar, | a tree with roots broken,
In billowy seas | or a bubbling kettle,

86. In a flying arrow | or falling waters,
In ice new formed | or the serpent's folds,
In a bride's bed-speech | or a broken sword,
In the sport of bears | or in sons of kings,

87. In a calf that is sick | or a stubborn thrall,
A flattering witch | or a foe new slain.
In a light, clear sky | or a laughing throng,
In the bowl of a dog | or a harlot's grief!"

88. In a brother's slayer, | if thou meet him abroad,
In a half-burned house, | in a horse full swift--
One leg is hurt | and the horse is useless--
None had ever such faith | as to trust in them all.

89. Hope not too surely | for early harvest,
Nor trust too soon in thy son;
The field needs good weather, | the son needs wisdom,
And oft is either denied.
*    *    *
90. The love of women | fickle of will
Is like starting o'er ice | with a steed unshod,
A two-year-old restive | and little tamed,
Or steering a rudderless | ship in a storm,
Or, lame, hunting reindeer | on slippery rocks.
*    *    *
91. Clear now will I speak, | for I know them both,
Men false to women are found;
When fairest we speak, | then falsest we think,
Against wisdom we work with deceit.

92. Soft words shall he speak | and wealth shall he offer
Who longs for a maiden's love,
And the beauty praise | of the maiden bright;
He wins whose wooing is best.

93. Fault for loving | let no man find
Ever with any other;
Oft the wise are fettered, | where fools go free,
By beauty that breeds desire.

94. Fault with another | let no man find
For what touches many a man;
Wise men oft | into witless fools
Are made by mighty love.

95. The head alone knows | what dwells near the heart,
A man knows his mind alone;
No sickness is worse | to one who is wise
Than to lack the longed-for joy.

96. This found I myself, | when I sat in the reeds,
And long my love awaited;
As my life the maiden | wise I loved,
Yet her I never had.

97. Billing's daughter | I found on her bed,
In slumber bright as the sun;
Empty appeared | an earl's estate
Without that form so fair.

98. "Othin, again | at evening come,
If a woman thou wouldst win;
Evil it were | if others than we
Should know of such a sin.

99. Away I hastened, | hoping for joy,
And careless of counsel wise;
Well I believed | that soon I should win
Measureless joy with the maid.

100. So came I next | when night it was,
The warriors all were awake;
With burning lights | and waving brands
I learned my luckess way.

101. At morning then, | when once more I came,
And all were sleeping still,
A dog found | in the fair one's place,
Bound there upon her bed.

102. Many fair maids, | if a man but tries them,
False to a lover are found;
That did I learn | when I longed to gain
With wiles the maiden wise;
Foul scorn was my meed | from the crafty maid,
And nought from the woman I won.
*    *    *
103. Though glad at home, | and merry with guests,
A man shall be wary and wise;
The sage and shrewd, | wide wisdom seeking,
Must see that his speech be fair;
A fool is he named | who nought can say,
For such is the way of the witless.

104. I found the old giant, | now back have I fared,
Small gain from silence I got;
Full many a word, | my will to get,
I spoke in Suttung's hall.

105. The mouth of Rati | made room for my passage,
And space in the stone he gnawed;
Above and below | the giants' paths lay,
So rashly I risked my head.

106. Gunnloth gave | on a golden stool
A drink of the marvelous mead;
A harsh reward | did I let her have
For her heroic heart,
And her spirit troubled sore.

107. The well-earned beauty | well I enjoyed,
Little the wise man lacks;
So Othrörir now | has up been brought
To the midst of the men of earth.

108. Hardly, methinks, | would I home have come,
And left the giants' land,
Had not Gunnloth helped me, | the maiden good,
Whose arms about me had been.

109. The day that followed, | the frost-giants came,
Some word of Hor to win,
(And into the hall of Hor;)
Of Bolverk they asked, | were he back midst the gods,
Or had Suttung slain him there?

110. On his ring swore Othin | the oath, methinks;
Who now his troth shall trust?
Suttung's betrayal | he sought with drink,
And Gunnloth to grief he left.
*    *    *
111. It is time to chant | from the chanter's stool;
By the wells of Urth I was,
I saw and was silent, | I saw and thought,
And heard the speech of Hor.
(Of runes heard I words, | nor were counsels wanting,
At the hall of Hor,
In the hall of Hor;
Such was the speech I heard.)

112. I rede thee, Loddfafnir! | and hear thou my rede,---
Profit thou hast if thou hearest,
Great thy gain if thou learnest:
Rise not at night, | save if news thou seekest,
Or fain to the outhouse wouldst fare.

113. I rede thee, Loddfafnir! | and hear thou my rede,--
Profit thou hast if thou hearest,
Great thy gain if thou learnest:
Beware of sleep | on a witch's bosom,
Nor let her limbs ensnare thee.

114. Such is her might | that thou hast no mind
For the council or meeting of men;
Meat thou hatest, | joy thou hast not,
And sadly to slumber thou farest.

115. I rede thee, Loddfafnir! | and hear thou my rede,--
Profit thou hast if thou hearest,
Great thy gain if thou learnest:
Seek never to win | the wife of another,
Or long for her secret love.

116. I rede thee, Loddfafnir! | and hear thou my rede,--
Profit thou hast if thou hearest,
Great thy gain if thou learnest:
If o'er mountains or gulfs | thou fain wouldst go,
Look well to thy food for the way.

117. I rede thee, Loddfafnir! | and hear thou my rede,--
Profit thou hast if thou hearest,
Great thy gain if thou learnest:
An evil man | thou must not let
Bring aught of ill to thee;
For an evil man | will never make
Reward for a worthy thought.

118. I saw a man | who was wounded sore
By an evil woman's word;
A lying tongue | his death-blow launched,
And no word of truth there was.

119. I rede thee, Loddfafnir! | and hear thou my rede,--
Profit thou hast if thou hearest,
Great thy gain if thou learnest:
If a friend thou hast | whom thou fully wilt trust,
Then fare to find him oft;
For brambles grow | and waving grass
On the rarely trodden road.

120. I rede thee, Loddfafnir! | and hear thou my rede,--
Profit thou hast if thou hearest,
Great thy gain if thou learnest:
A good man find | to hold in friendship,
And give heed to his healing charms.

121. I rede thee, Loddfafnir! | and hear thou my rede,-
Profit thou hast if thou hearest,
Great thy gain if thou learnest:
Be never the first | to break with thy friend
The bond that holds you both;
Care eats the heart | if thou canst not speak
To another all thy thought.

122. I rede thee, Loddfafnir! | and hear thou my rede,--
Profit thou hast if thou hearest,
Great thy gain if thou learnest:
Exchange of words | with a witless ape
Thou must not ever make.

123. For never thou mayst | from an evil man
A good requital get;
But a good man oft | the greatest love
Through words of praise will win thee.

124. Mingled is love | when a man can speak
To another all his thought;
Nought is so bad | as false to be,
No friend speaks only fair.

125. I rede thee, Loddfafnir! | and hear thou my rede,--
Profit thou hast if thou hearest,
Great thy gain if thou learnest:
With a worse man speak not | three words in dispute,
Ill fares the better oft
When the worse man wields a sword.

126. I rede thee, Loddfafnir! | and hear thou my rede,-
Profit thou hast if thou hearest,
Great thy gain if thou learnest:
A shoemaker be, | or a maker of shafts,
For only thy single self;
If the shoe is ill made, | or the shaft prove false,
Then evil of thee men think.

127. I rede thee, Loddfafnir! | and hear thou my rede,--
Profit thou hast if thou hearest,
Great thy gain if thou learnest:
If evil thou knowest, | as evil proclaim it,
And make no friendship with foes.

128. I rede thee, Loddfafnir! | and hear thou my rede,--
Profit thou hast if thou hearest,
Great thy gain if thou learnest:
In evil never | joy shalt thou know,
But glad the good shall make thee.

129. I rede thee, Loddfafnir! | and hear thou my rede,--
Profit thou hast if thou hearest,
Great thy gain if thou learnest:
Look not up | when the battle is on,--
(Like madmen the sons | of men become,--)
Lest men bewitch thy wits.

130. I rede thee, Loddfafnir! | and hear thou my rede,-
Profit thou hast if thou hearest,
Great thy gain if thou learnest:
If thou fain wouldst win | a woman's love,
And gladness get from her,
Fair be thy promise | and well fulfilled;
None loathes what good he gets.

131. I rede thee, Loddfafnir! | and hear thou my rede,-
Profit thou hast if thou hearest,
Great thy gain if thou learnest:
I bid thee be wary, | but be not fearful;
(Beware most with ale or another's wife,
And third beware | lest a thief outwit thee.)

132. I rede thee, Loddfafnir! | and hear thou my rede,-
Profit thou hast if thou hearest,
Great thy gain if thou learnest:
Scorn or mocking | ne'er shalt thou make
Of a guest or a journey-goer.

133. Oft scarcely he knows | who sits in the house
What kind is the man who comes;
None so good is found | that faults he has not,
Nor so wicked that nought he is worth.

134. I rede thee, Loddfafnir! | and hear thou my rede,--
Profit thou hast if thou hearest,
Great thy gain if thou learnest:
Scorn not ever | the gray-haired singer,
Oft do the old speak good;
(Oft from shrivelled skin | come skillful counsels,
Though it hang with the hides,
And flap with the pelts,
And is blown with the bellies.)

135. I rede thee, Loddfafnir! | and hear thou my rede,--
Profit thou hast if thou hearest,
Great thy gain if thou learnest:
Curse not thy guest, | nor show him thy gate,
Deal well with a man in want.

136. Strong is the beam | that raised must be
To give an entrance to all;
Give it a ring, | or grim will be
The wish it would work on thee.

137. I rede thee, Loddfafnir! | and hear thou my rede,--
Profit thou hast if thou hearest,
Great thy gain if thou learnest:
When ale thou drinkest) | seek might of earth,
(For earth cures drink, | and fire cures ills,
The oak cures tightness, | the ear cures magic,
Rye cures rupture, | the moon cures rage,
Grass cures the scab, | and runes the sword-cut;)
The field absorbs the flood.

138. Now are Hor's words | spoken in the hall,
Kind for the kindred of men,
Cursed for the kindred of giants:
Hail to the speaker, | and to him who learns!
Profit be his who has them!
Hail to them who hearken!
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139. I ween that I hung | on the windy tree,
Hung there for nights full nine;
With the spear I was wounded, | and offered I was
To Othin, myself to myself,
On the tree that none | may ever know
What root beneath it runs.

140. None made me happy | with loaf or horn,
And there below I looked;
I took up the runes, | shrieking I took them,
And forthwith back I fell.

141. Nine mighty songs | I got from the son
Of Bolthorn, Bestla's father;
And a drink I got | of the goodly mead
Poured out from Othrörir.

142. Then began I to thrive, | and wisdom to get,
I grew and well I was;
Each word led me on | to another word,
Each deed to another deed.

143. Runes shalt thou find, | and fateful signs,
That the king of singers colored,
And the mighty gods have made;
Full strong the signs, | full mighty the signs
That the ruler of gods doth write.

144. Othin for the gods, | Dain for the elves,
And Dvalin for the dwarfs,
Alsvith for giants | and all mankind,
And some myself I wrote.

145. Knowest how one shall write, | knowest how one shall rede?
Knowest how one shall tint, | knowest how one makes trial?
Knowest how one shall ask, | knowest how one shall offer?
Knowest how one shall send, | knowest how one shall sacrifice?

146. Better no prayer | than too big an offering,
By thy getting measure thy gift;
Better is none | than too big a sacrifice,
.    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .
So Thund of old wrote | ere man's race began,
Where he rose on high | when home he came.
*    *    *
147. The songs I know | that king's wives know not,
Nor men that are sons of men;
The first is called help, | and help it can bring thee
In sorrow and pain and sickness.

148. A second I know, | that men shall need
Who leechcraft long to use;
.    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .
In sickness and pain | and every sorrow.

149. A third I know, | if great is my need
Of fetters to hold my foe;
Blunt do I make | mine enemy's blade,
Nor bites his sword or staff.

150. A fourth I know, | if men shall fasten
Bonds on my bended legs;
So great is the charm | that forth I may go,
The fetters spring from my feet,
Broken the bonds from my hands.

151. A fifth I know, | if I see from afar
An arrow fly 'gainst the folk;
It flies not so swift | that I stop it not,
If ever my eyes behold it.

152. A sixth I know, | if harm one seeks
With a sapling's roots to send me;
The hero himself | who wreaks his hate
Shall taste the ill ere I.

153. A seventh I know, | if I see in flames
The hall o'er my comrades' heads;
It burns not so wide | that I will not quench it,
I know that song to sing.

154. An eighth I know, | that is to all
Of greatest good to learn;
When hatred grows | among heroes' sons,
I soon can set it right.

155. A ninth I know, | if need there comes
To shelter my ship on the flood;
The wind I calm | upon the waves,
And the sea I put to sleep.

156. A tenth I know, | what time I see
House-riders flying on high;
So can I work | that wildly they go,
Showing their true shapes,
Hence to their own homes.

157. An eleventh I know, | if needs I must lead
To the fight my long-loved friends;
I sing in the shields, | and in strength they go
Whole to the field of fight,
Whole from the field of fight,
And whole they come thence home.

158. A twelfth I know, | if high on a tree
I see a hanged man swing;
So do I write | and color the runes
That forth he fares,
And to me talks.

159. A thirteenth I know, | if a thane full young
With water I sprinkle well;
He shall not fall, | though he fares mid the host,
Nor sink beneath the swords.

160. A fourteenth I know, | if fain I would name
To men the mighty gods;
All know I well | of the gods and elves,
Few be the fools know this.

161. A fifteenth I know, | that before the doors
Of Delling sang Thjothrörir the dwarf;
Might he sang for the gods, | and glory for elves,
And wisdom for Hroptatyr wise.

162. A sixteenth I know, | if I seek delight
To win from a maiden wise;
The mind I turn | of the white-armed maid,
And thus change all her thoughts.

163. A seventeenth I know, | so that seldom shall go
A maiden young from me;
.    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .
.    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .    .

164. Long these songs | thou shalt, Loddfafnir,
Seek in vain to sing;
Yet good it were | if thou mightest get them,
Well, if thou wouldst them learn,
Help, if thou hadst them.

165. An eighteenth I know, | that ne'er will I tell
To maiden or wife of man,--
The best is what none | but one's self doth know,
So comes the end of the songs,--
Save only to her | in whose arms I lie,
Or who else my sister is.





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Tuesday, August 12, 2014

MARBLISH: MARBLE SLANG



The glossary of terms in the games of marbles is extensive and interesting, as are the games. I wish marbles would become popular again. (My wife tells me that when she was in high school, its administration banned playing marbles on school grounds because it was considered gambling. Go figure.) But while you and I do our best to bring playing marbles back, we can have fun also popularizing some new slang terms based on the marbles glossary. Learn to use these terms in every day speech, and have fun.

MARBLISH

aggie - a large, husky person.
bomber - someone who trails behind another.
bombsie - an awkward person.
boss - a leader.
bowling - making do with what skill one has.
bumboozer - an oaf.
clayey - possession of little value.
clearance - cleaning up a mess.
clearey - person with no secrets.
clodknocker - blue-collar worker.
crockie - low-class.
cunny thumb - sissy.
dib - possession of little value.
dubs - achieving more than is required.
duck - victim.
edger - bystander.
eggie - to borrow.
eye drop - a lucky shot.
fens - "wait, let me think."
flint - a large, husky person.
for fair - gentlemen's bet with nothing wagered.
fudging - cheating.
globolla - a big, clumsy person.
heist - giving support.
histing - cheating.
hit - success.
hole - destination.
hoodle - victim.
hunching - cheating.
immie - game.
knucke down - do it right.
lag line - boundary.
lofting - shooting over something.
marker - goal.
monnie - tool to get something done.
moonaggie - a sensitive person.
peerie - a person with no secrets.
peewee - a small person.
plumper - someone who trails behind another.
pot - destination.
purey - something of high value.
realie - an honest person.
rollsies - "do it right."
roundsters - examining a problem.
scrapper - something appearing more valuable than it is.
scrumpy knuckle - sissy.
shooter - an ambitious person.
smoothing - trying to make it easy for oneself.
slip - mistake.
snooger - a near miss.
spannies - a shooting distance.
steeley - a strong leader.
stick - opportunity to try again.
sugar - get a better hold.
taw - an ambitious person.
toe-bombsie - using skill.





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Tuesday, July 29, 2014

POPE FRANCIS' TOP 10 STEPS TO HAPPINESS




To be happy...

1.  Live and let live.

2.  Giving oneself to others. "If one gets tired, one runs the risk of being egoistic. Stagnant water is the first to be corrupted."

3.  Move quietly...be a running river (quiet and peaceful) not a rocky stream.

4.  Take time to play with children; have a healthy culture of leisure, enjoying art and reading.

5.  Consider Sunday family time, try to make Sunday a day of rest.

6.  Help young people find employment.

7.  Care for the environment.

8.  Forget the negative.

9.  Respect those who think different than yourself.

10.  Actively seek peace.





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THE SIMPLIFIED GOOD DIET

I've found this to be the best diet for lowering cholesterol, losing weight, and just being healthy. Try it and you'll agree. I've combined and simplified information from chosen tracts in the doctor's office.



WHAT TO EAT

Eat up to 5 ounces of meat, poultry, fish per day.

Choose:
Lean cuts of meat.
Meats and fish should be broiled (pan or oven) or baked on a rack.
Trim all visible fat from meat before cooking and remove skin from poultry.
Chicken and turkey without skin.
Fresh or frozen fish, canned fish packed in water.
Shellfish (lobster and shrimp) no more than 2 times per week.
Other shellfish can be eaten 3 times per week.
Use egg whites and egg substitutes freely.
Beans / tofu.
Almonds, walnuts and peanuts (1 tablespoon) may be used as protein alternative to meat.

2 or more servings per day of milk, yogurt, cheese.

Choose:
Fat-free or low-fat dairy products; skim or 1% milk.
Cheeses with no more than 3 grams of fat per ounce.
Low-fat yogurt.

Approximately 5 to 8 teaspoons per day of fats or oils.

Choose:
Corn oil.
Olive oil.
Canola.
Sunflower, safflower, soybean, cottonseed oils.

6 to 11 servings per day of breads, cereals, pasta, rice.

Choose:
Whole-grain or enriched breads.
Crackers, melba toast, pasta, rice, corn, dried peas or beans may substitute for bread.
Whole-wheat pasta.
Whole-grain rice.
Plain baked potato.
Cereals (such as oatmeal) that are high in fiber and oat bran.

3 to 5 servings per day of fruits and vegetables.

Choose:
Fresh fruits and vegetables.
Frozen or canned fruits with no added sugar or syrup.
Frozen vegetables.
Dried fruits.
Be sure to have at least one citrus fruit daily.
Eat most vegetables freely. One dark green (string beans, spinach) or one deep yellow (squash) is recommended daily.

Beverages.

Choose:
Fresh fruit juices (approximately 4 ounces per day).
Black coffee.
Plain or herbal teas.
Sugar-free soft drinks.
Club soda or seltzer (salt-free).
Cocoa made with skim milk.

Snacks in limited amounts.

Choose:
Sorbet.
Low-fat frozen yogurt.
Plain popcorn.
Pretzels.
Fruits / vegetables.
Ice-milk.
Sherbet.
Unflavored gelatin or gelatin flavored with a sugar substitute.
Pudding made with skim milk.
Egg-white souffles.
Air-popped popcorn.

Use the following freely.

Choose:
Vinegar, spices, herbs, nonfat bouillon, and mustard.


GO EASY ON

Shellfish.
Duck.
Egg yolks.
Nuts.
2% fat milk.
Sour cream.
Peanut oil.
Granola.
Biscuits.
Muffins.
Cornbread.
Canned fruit in syrup.
Corn, lima beans, etc. should be eaten sparingly because of starch content.
Homemade cakes, cookies and pies prepared with unsaturated oils.
Baked chips.


AVOID

Processed meats, such as bacon and bologna.
Remove the skin from poultry.
Hot dogs.
Fast-food hamburgers.
Organ meats (kidneys, liver).
Canned fish packed in oil.
Limit egg yolks to 4 per week, including those used in cooking.
Commercially baked beans with sugar and/or pork added.

Whole milk.
Swiss, American, cheddar cheese.
Cream cheese.
Puddings made with whole milk.
Whole milk yogurts and cheeses.
Nondairy cream substitutes.

Butter and margarine.
Lard.
Bacon fat.
Coconut oil.
Solid shortening.
Gravies.
Cream sauces.
Examine labels on "cholesterol free" products for hydrogenated fats, a no-no.

Croissants.
Pastries.
Egg noodles.
Doughnuts.
Sweetened packaged cereals.

Coconut.
Vegetables prepared in butter or cream.
Avocados.
Olives.

Ice cream.
Chocolate.
Potato chips.
Buttered popcorn.
Candies.
Jams and jellies.
Syrups.
Hydrogenated peanut butter.

Sugared fruit juices and soft drinks.
Cocoa made with whole milk and/or sugar.

Alcohol (some limited amounts are okay, but the measuring was so complicated that I simplified and just ruled it out).




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