Voiceover professional Jerry Reed's journal. Jerry has done a lot of things in his life and met a lot of people along the way. Often people told him that he should write a book. But, he never seemed to get to it. So this blog serves as that personal journal embracing thoughts, things, experiences, places, & people in his life. There are no limits and no one will be intentionally harmed in this exercise.
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
The Petrified Buffalo Heart
...and stories I like to tell.
My grandfather and grandmother were
both great at telling stories. As a young boy, I never doubted they
were true. Oh, they had some truth but like all storytellers,
the story had been expanded a bit. My first opportunity to retell one
of those stories came when I was in first grade of elementary school.
It was in Mrs. McDonough's class at Schuyler Lake School. It was my
turn for Show and Tell.
That day I had brought with me this
strange looking object. It was reddish brown and white and had a
polished look about it. My grandfather, who had a bit of a dry sense
of humor, with a straight face, told me that my great great
grandfather had found this curious looking rock in the desert out
west about 1900, in Arizona. He had
taken a trip cross country visiting all of his relatives that had
followed the westward migration of the late 1800's. Grandpa seemed to
think the object came from the Petrified Forest. And he said it was a
petrified buffalo's heart.
And I believed him. So I made the
other kids eyes bug out and jaws drop as I showed them the object and
retold the story. Of course I had to improve on the story a little
bit and said he met Buffalo Bill along the way. Mrs. McDonough was
not impressed because we were supposed to tell about real things and
not make up stories. She deflated my pride by telling me that it was
only a cinder and that I shouldn't be making up stories like this.
But that incident only set me back for a little while.
I absorbed as many stories as I could
from my grandparents and tried to pass them along to my own children.
Oh, I also told my children some doozies, all made up of course. That'll be
the subject of another story on another day, my obsession with puns.
I do like telling stories.
For some reason I never read any of the
Grimms Fairy Tales while growing up and only saw the stories as
retold by Disney. Then, along came the TV show Grimm on NBC which has some
loose connections to the bizarre tales told by the Grimm brothers. I
was hooked. So, last year I decided to actually read some of them.
I was so fascinated by these strange tales that I decided to play
storyteller and record sixty-two of the Fairy Tales
of the Brothers Grimm. I had a lot of fun and gained a new
appreciation of their stories. (At one time these were all available for listening on-line but have been removed due to web storage space limits. I ran out of space. )
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