Young Jack foolishly trades the family’s last property of any value, their cow, for a handful of magic beans. Furious, his mother tosses them out the window and the two go to bed hungry. The next morning a mysterious beanstalk appears reaching beyond the clouds. Jack’s curiosity gets the best of him and he climbs the beanstalk. At the top of the beanstalk is the home of a tyrant of a giant who frightens us all with these words:
Fee-fi-fo-fum,
I smell the blood of an Englishman,
Be he live, or be he dead
I'll grind his bones to make my bread
I smell the blood of an Englishman,
Be he live, or be he dead
I'll grind his bones to make my bread
Jack and the Beanstalk
is the most familiar of all the “Jack Tales” that have been told for
centuries. Jack is depicted as a trickster who is often lazy and sometimes
naïve, but who wins out in the end despite his character flaws. Jack and the Beanstalk has been categorized
as a fairy tale due to the magical elements, and also as a folktale because it
has been passed down for generations and adapted to reflect the culture of the
storytellers.
If the name of this story is even mentioned, my memories
soar back to my grandfather reading this story at bedtime to my sister Nancy and
me. He would hold a copy of the book but told it from memory. Of course, the
highlight would be those fearsome words spoken by the fuming giant. As we got
older, Nancy and I still asked for the story. We did want to hear Granddaddy
tell it, but we also found it hilarious to watch him drift off to sleep halfway
through the story while sitting in a chair! Reminiscing about my grandfather
telling Jack and the Beanstalk brings back wonderful memories.
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My grandparents Millard (the Jack & the Beanstalk Storyteller) and Natalie in 1980. |
Here are some versions I recommend.
Fee Fi Fo Fum is one of my favorite phrases when I'm puzzled or frustrated!
ReplyDeleteLove it! I'll have to remember that.
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