Learning through Metaphor

by Paula Davidoff

Fitcher's Bird illustration by A. Rackham

I have been realizing that one of the most important things the storytellers of SAI do for our student audiences is to teach them the importance of thinking and speaking metaphorically. We visit classrooms, from pre-school to high school, in daycare centers and youth detention centers, where, week after week, we offer metaphors for the real-life events our students witness and experience. Metaphor is critical to understanding abstract concepts. It helps people build conceptual bridges between schemata and it aids understanding by creating an image that helps explicate an unfamiliar concept or idea. Mastery of metaphor is essential to both linguistic and conceptual development. The metaphors in folk and fairy tales give students a way to view their personal experiences in terms of the broader human condition. 

Since the beginning of the year, Julie Della Torre and I have continued to work with teen girls at Oasis. We’ve been telling traditional tales and encouraging the girls to write original poems and stories suggested by characters and themes in the ones we tell. Because the girls expressed frustration at the heroine’s lack of autonomy in two of the Red Riding Hood stories we told on our first day with them, we have been choosing to tell stories with strong heroines. In one workshop, I told the Grimm Brothers’ Fitcher’s Bird. 

The story is a Bluebeard-type tale in which the villain, a sorcerer who enchants and abducts young women, takes three sisters, one at a time, to his home “deep in a dark forest.” After some time during which he treats his captive kindly, the sorcerer goes away, leaving the girl alone with the keys to the house, and telling her that she may have access to every room except one. He also gives her an egg to watch over. The first two girls enter the forbidden chamber out of curiosity. In the process, each drops her egg into a basin of blood that is just inside the door. When the sorcerer returns, he discovers the girl’s trespass because her egg is stained with blood, and he kills her, chopping her body into pieces. When the third sister is left alone with the keys and the egg, she puts her egg in a safe place and enters the forbidden room purposefully, looking for clues to the disappearance of her sisters. She finds their body parts and reassembles them, miraculously bringing the sisters back to life. Then, because her egg remains spotless, the sorcerer loses his power over her and she is able to save herself and her sisters. 

In the post-story discussion, some of the girls indicated that they were familiar with the character of Bluebeard, the villain of the eponymous Perrault tale, although they were vague about the plot of the story, itself. One difference between Perrault’s maiden-killer story and the Grimms’ Fitcher’s Bird is that, in the Grimm tale, the maiden saves herself and her sisters. (This difference is recognized in the Aarne-Thompson classification system. The tale of Bluebeard is type 312; Fitcher’s Bird is type 311.) 

When they began talking about the story, some girls condemned the youngest sister for allowing herself to be seduced by the sorcerer because, they said, she should have been suspicious of strange men after the loss of her two sisters. At this point, I became more pedantic than either Julie or I like to be in our discussions of story and suggested to the girls a way of analyzing the tale in which the three sisters represented three experiences of the same girl. In this explanation, the reassembly of the first sisters becomes a metaphor for surviving and learning from mistakes, for “getting yourself (or your life) back together.” 

To expand the story metaphor, one can see the egg as a symbol for the girl’s potential. An egg contains the potential for new life and, in this case, her handling of the egg could represent the girl’s failure or success in realizing her potential as a mature woman. Blood symbolizes life, but when it is spilled, life is lost; the blood-stained eggs of the first two sisters indicated that their potential won’t be realized. The third sister has, in fact, learned from the experiences of the first two. She safeguards the egg before searching for the knowledge that will free her from the sorcerer’s spell. At the end of the story, the third sister escapes from the sorcerer’s home disguised as a great white bird, the Fitcher’s Bird of the story’s title, as if she has hatched her new self from the egg she so wisely guarded. 

The Oasis girls were impressed by our analysis of the story symbols. I think it reinforced for them the idea that the stories we tell have deep meaning. I hope that it will serve as a reminder that mistakes can be learning experiences, not failures. 

Every human experience is a composite of sensory perception, movement, situation, and emotion. We don’t experience things in discreet pieces. Instead, we flow from one state to another so smoothly that we are often not aware of the transition. Because the edges of distinct experiences tend to be fuzzy, words do not have distinct, sharply delineated meanings. Instead, they are subject to connotation and open to interpretation. The continuity of our experience and the variability in the meaning of the words we use to describe it makes metaphor a necessity of linguistic communication. Metaphor allows people to communicate without having to verbalize the minutiae of experience. By giving our students access to the metaphors in folk and fairy tales, we give them an essential tool for understanding the world and communicating their ideas about it to others. 

Hey There, Little Red Riding Hood!

by Paula Davidoff

Julie Della Torre and I resumed our work with teen girls at Oasis this month. We worked there with a teen girl group for six weeks last winter and it was a blast. This year we have funding for an eight-week program. In the group are some girls who participated last year, others whom we met when we worked with them as sixth graders two or three years ago, and still others who are completely new to storytelling. We meet on Friday afternoons for two hours after school. The girls, between 14 and 18 years old, are open-minded, enthusiastic learners. They listen to us and to each other. They engage in deep discussion about issues raised by our stories, issues which they can often relate to their own life experiences. They also write in every workshop and share their writing with the group. 

Because Julie and I want the content of our workshops to be as relevant as possible to the girls, we let them choose the direction of post-story discussions. We open talk with a question and allow the girls to take it where they will. Then, we make story choices for the next week based on the topics the girls were most interested in discussing and writing about. This year we began our program by telling three variants of Little Red Riding Hood: a 17^th Century French folktale, and the Perrault and Grimm versions of the story. Before telling any of these variants, we asked the girls to tell us the story of Little Red as they knew it. There were sixteen girls in the group that afternoon and most of them had heard some version of the story. They enjoyed starting, stopping, and contradicting each other. 

“Wait, what happened to the grandmother?”

“The wolf ate her.”

“No, I think the grandmother hid in the closet!”

“The way I heard it, she gets eaten.”

“And Little Red Riding Hood got eaten, too.” 

“I thought she was rescued by a hunter or something.”

And so it went. 

Then the girls listened to our stories. We gave them the opportunity to talk in between each tale. We also gave them some social and historical context for each variant. At first, conversation focused on the “lessons” they found in the stories: Don’t talk to strangers, Don’t let your daughters go walking alone in the woods… But as the discussion continued, the girls began to question some of the story motifs.

“He (Perrault) makes it seem like it’s the girl’s fault that she got killed.”

“Why does Little Red Cap have to be rescued by a man? Girls always need a man to rescue them in fairy tales.” 

“But in the first story, the girl got herself away from the wolf.” 

“And in the second part of the last (Grimm) story, she learned from experience that wolves can be dangerous.”

In the end, their conversation focused on two main themes: Little Red’s naivety and consequent helplessness in the face of danger, and the wolf’s indifference to the girl’s suffering in the face of his own desire.

As, Tiffany wrote: 

All I wanna know is, in what world are those wolves raised in where they’re just out her trynna eat up little girls? Like what had to happen in this wolf’s life where he’s at the point where he could see a li’l girl minding her business and automatically think, “ Damnnn, y’all, wha that? That look like lunch to me.”

To further explore the wolf’s motivation, Jayceleen, Ashley, and Catherine rewrote the story from his point of view. Here is part of Catherine’s story:

So, I was in the woods with my homies and all of a sudden a girl dressed all in red with thick curves, curly hair, pale pink skin I don’t know why, but I felt the need to hook up with this girl. 

So I go up to her and I’m like, “Ayy yo, Shortface. You looking real fine and nice. Where you think you going.”

She responds to me, “I’m headed to my Grandma’s house… why?”

I said to her, “Cause I wanna get to know you.”  

I’m guessing that made her sort of like me cause the next thing you know she out here communicating telling all about her Grandma and where she live.

And in Yadary’s version, Little Red’s mother recognizes her daughter’s inability to survive alone in the woods and rushes out to protect her. 

“Mom, what are you doin here?”

“I forgot to give you the soup for your granny.”

“So you make me walk through all that… just for you to end up going, too?”

“Don’t whine!”

We finally made it to grandma’s house. But the door was open. Oh Heck hah! This is a sign from God telling me to get out of here.  “Mom, let’s get out of here. Let’s call dad to check this out. I don’t think it’s safe.”

“No. We ain’t need no man.”

Mom literally went in and I trailed behind her.

Oasis teen girls creating a story tableaux

Every girl wrote something inspired by the stories or their discussion of the stories. Afterwards, they all shared their writing with the group. As Julie and I packed up to leave at the end of the session, the girls were still talking about Little Red. I think it’s going to be another good year at Oasis. 

Choosing Stories

By Julie Della Torre and Paula Davidoff

illustration by Arthur Rackham

The Oasis project we wrote about in our previous post was successful, in great part, because of the girls: their deep, active listening, their thoughtful discussion and their eagerness to write and share with each other. The staff was also a big part of the success of the project. They always participated, listening and contributing to the conversation. We believe the success of the project was also, in part, due to the stories we chose and the order we presented them. Choosing stories can be a tricky business. There are so many stories to choose from. What follows is a list of the stories we chose to tell the Oasis teen girls and the reasoning behind the choices. 

These girls had never heard a storyteller before, and we wanted to give them stories that would speak to the issues they might be working through. We decided to start with stories of being imprisoned in some way, locked up, not free. Our first stories were Rapunzel and Old Rinkrank, both Grimms.

The girls understood the prison metaphors in the stories and, right away, started talking about how they can be imprisoned in more ways than just physical. Some felt trapped in a body which didn’t please them. Others felt trapped by their family or trapped in the routine of school.

The poem, “Rapunzel Explains the Tower” by Gailey, opened even more discussion and thoughts were being bandied about as the girls eagerly started writing. We simply asked for reflection, maybe writing about ways they might feel trapped.

Here are some of the girls’ responses to our request:

One time I felt trapped was when I was at my family’s house for the first time and I didn’t know anyone there. Everyone was talking and I was lonely. 

Ican feel trapped sometimes buy only really at school since I can’t leave. I always have something to worry about, like if I did good on the test or if I have anything that’s due. I also have to worry about my grades and that really traps me since, if I don’t keep them up, my mom will take away my phone and will say no to any fun activities so that makes me feel even more trapped since my phone is how I escape. So school is kinda like a prison for me, but I know it’s for my own good.

Sometimes I feel trapped in my own mind. 

Rapunzel and Old Rinkrank were good stories but, in retrospect, we would rethink using a story that has been inspiration for a Disney movie. The girls had a hard time getting the movie out of their heads. The poem helped dispelled those visions and this was not a recurring issue.

As we transcribed their writing and began to plan for the next workshop, we noticed recurring themes. We decided to tell stories of being trapped emotionally or spiritually. We told Tayzanne (Wolkstein) and Tom Tit Tot (Jacobs). Great discussion of being trapped by parents’ expectations and prejudices followed.  After a poem, “Mirror Mirror” by Wendy A. Bartko, we invited the girls to write a mirror piece, maybe a dialogue between the girl they see and the girl they “long 2 B.” We didn’t get any dialogues, but “mirror” prompted revealing reflections.

“Let me become the person I long 2 b.” I really relate to this quote because I really don’t like my body right now. I’m a little overweight and I just want to be skinny because I want to be happy with my body... I also don’t let it get to me. But sometimes when I look in the mirror I don’t like what I see, and I want to improve. I feel that I would be more outgoing with a body I feel happy in...

Sometimes I look in the mirror and I don’t like who I see at all. Sometimes I’m so insecure about myself, I don’t want to be myself. 

Dear me, who are you when there’s no one around? Are you just a façade with multiple personalities to mask your true self, to hide the pain, to put up a wall, to see who’d tear it down. Strange to think that you are a different version in everyone’s head. Are you loud?

Are you reserved? Are you courageous or are you afraid? Let me become the person I’m meant to be. Sincerely, Your Soul.

We noticed that a lot of the writing was about self-image, perception of physical self, so we chose to tell Tatterhood (Norwegian), a story with an unconventional heroine who is confident in herself and whose confidence forces others to see beyond her unconventional appearance. We told the story in tandem and, though there was deep discussion, the girls were disappointed there was only one story. Again, we asked the girls to write a dialogue, script-like, and, although this time we provided them with a model of the form, the writing was still hard for them. 

In her “mirror” piece from the week before, Angel had introduced the idea of her free-spirited younger self confronting her insecure present self. 

I stand in front of the mirror looking at myself every morning, and I say “Why does my hair look so puffy? I wish it was straight…and why do my eyebrows look so bushy, and my face ugly? I continue to bring myself down saying every flaw that I could find in my body. And so suddenly I see a younger me, staring at me with tears down her eyes. 

And she said, “What else is wrong about me, Angel?” 

I stay quiet, looking at her. 

“You said my hair is too puffy, my eyebrows too bushy, my body has many flaws, so tell me, what else is wrong about me?” she continued. 

“Nothing is wrong with you. You look perfect just the way you are.” I tell her with a sad look in my eyes. 

“So I’m the same person, why not look at me the same way? I’m you but younger, aren’t I?”

“Yes,” I tell her. “But the world could be cruel and mess up the meaning of beauty. But let me tell you something; don’t doubt yourself, you’re beautiful in your ways and don’t let anyone change that opinion.” 

In our fourth workshop, we re-read Angel’s piece and built on this idea of two girls in dialogue, one younger than the other. We noticed the girls writing and talking about how when they were little they felt so confident and pretty and joyous. We chose two stories with strong, young heroines, Baba Yaga’s Black Geese (Russian) and Seven Ravens (Grimm) We asked them to think about how the heroine’s deeds when young would help her in her later years. This led to more dialogue writing of younger self to older self, and this time the girls seemed comfortable with the playwriting format.

The girls really took to remembering their younger selves. Being tellers of folk and fairy tales, we wanted to explore the possibility of having the girls write in a fairy-tale style. We both read many short stories, poems and novels based on fairy tales. This form allows personal stories to be framed in the metaphorical language of folklore. We told Molly Whuppie (Jacobs) and 12 Dancing Princesses(Grimm) to prompt this writing. We continued the discussion of how deeds performed when younger can influence later life. Here are a couple responses to our prompt:

Inspired by Twelve Dancing Princesses

(Many important things have happened in the span of 2 years.)

Princess

(to the lady) I have been through a lot and I only wish to find peace within myself and be genuinely happy.  What would you advise me to do in order to find happiness? 

Old Lady

Whatever it is that happened to you couldn’t have been that bad! 

Princess

Does that mean that you can’t advise me, huh?

Old Lady

That’s not what I said. Just share with me what has happened so I can help you.

Princess

Forget it!

(Goes home and writes for her future self.)

Princess

Hi, as you know things have happened… I only hope for you to be in a better place by now. I tried to help myself, but that didn’t work out. I tried to ask someone else for help and that didn’t work out, either. Maybe that was not enough, but hopefully you’ve got things figured out by now.

Inspired by Rapunzel / Old Rinkrank

There was a princess once. She was stuck in a tower where no one but her family could find her. She didn’t have long hair, she wasn’t taken away from her parents, and no prince could come to her rescue. She was stuck there because of the tower that her head made up. She was stuck within her own emotions, that she could not escape. It wasn’t her fault. Mental illness is not a choice, it just chooses its victims on its own.

She would lock herself in her room, crying herself to sleep… not being able to escape the voices inside her head or the figures that would appear in the room. Sometimes, she would tell herself, “it’s magic”, just to be less scared. But inside her mind that was crowded with demons, she knew it wasn’t. Something was wrong with her.

She would try to tell her mother something was wrong with her, but no one would listen. It was like she was invisible to everyone but the figures that seemed to follow her around.

“Who are you?” she would ask… sometimes… but they never answered back. They always just stared at her with sorrow and fear in their eyes.

For the first time in her life, she wanted to be alone. She wanted her mother to stop being the Queen and to just pay attention to her, to talk to her. But she was alone while having these monsters by her side. 

While she slept, they would come on to her bed with her, whispering in her ears how horrible her life was and point out all her flaws, driving her deeper into those feelings that kept her in that tower. 

At the end of the day, all she wanted to do was end all the pain and get rid of the demons once and for all. No one would care, anyways. 

But she didn’t. She kept fighting with the monsters until they were gone… until they no longer kept her inside the tower trapped. She was able to escape her emotion, all just because she didn’t give up. 

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We ended this project telling The Magic Orange Tree (Wolkstein) and Persephone (Greek). We selected these stories for our last workshop because we wanted to leave the girls with metaphors for how our experiences can shape the course of our future. The stepmother in Orange Treecould symbolize any painful experience or obstacle in the girls’ lives. And Persephone’s endless, ongoing future was determined by the consumption of a few seeds.

At the end of this, our final, workshop, we asked the girls to write about their experience in the Storytelling program. We’ll post some of their responses next week.