The Story Hour: A Book for the Home and the KindergartenWiggin, Kate Douglas Smith
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The Story Hour: A Book for the Home and the Kindergarten
Wiggin, Kate Douglas Smith
Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Children's stories; Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction; Short stories
It is well to remember the details with which you surrounded your
story when first you told it, and hold to them strictly on all other
occasions. The children allow you no latitude in this matter; they
draw the line absolutely upon all change. Woe unto you, scribes and
Pharisees, if you speak of Jimmy when “his name was Johnny;” or if, when
you are depicting the fearful results of disobedience, you lose Jane in
a cranberry bog instead of the heart of a forest! Personally you do not
care much for little Jane, and it is a matter of no moment to you where
you lost her; but an error such as this undermines the very foundations
of the universe in the children's minds. “Can Jane be lost in two
places?” they exclaim mentally, “or are there two Janes, and are they
both lost? because if so, it must be a fatality to be named Jane.”
Perez relates the following incident: “A certain child was fond of a
story about a young bird, which, having left its nest, although its
mother had forbidden it to do so, flew to the top of a chimney, fell
down the flue into the fire, and died a victim to his disobedience. The
person who told the story thought it necessary to embellish it from his
own imagination. 'That's not right,' said the child at the first change
which was made, 'the mother said this and did that.' His cousin, not
remembering the story word for word, was obliged to have recourse to
invention to fill up gaps. But the child could not stand it. He slid
down from his cousin's knees, and with tears in his eyes, and indignant
gestures, exclaimed, 'It's not true! The little bird said, coui, coui,
coui, coui, before he fell into the fire, to make his mother hear; but
the mother did not hear him, and he burnt his wings, his claws, and his
beak, and he died, poor little bird.' And the child ran away, crying
as if he had been beaten. He had been worse than beaten; he had been
deceived, or at least he thought so; his story had been spoiled by being
altered.” So seriously do children for a long time take fiction for
reality.
If you find the attention of the children wandering, you can frequently
win it gently back by showing some object illustrative of your story, by
drawing a hasty sketch on a blackboard, or by questions to the children.
You sometimes receive more answers than you bargained for; sometimes
these answers will be confounded with the real facts; and sometimes they
will fall very wide of the mark.
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