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    Glamorgan Folk Tales for Children
    Glamorgan Folk Tales for Children
    Glamorgan Folk Tales for Children
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    Glamorgan Folk Tales for Children

    By Cath Little

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    How do you get rid of a bothersome giant? Have you got a secret like Effie? And what would you do with an invisibility seed? Some of these stories from Glamorgan are strange and sad, some are a bit scary and some are a bit mad. Our ancestors first told them long ago, and people liked them so much they kept passing them on. These stories of magic and adventure belong to everyone. They are meant to be told. Read them, tell them and pass them on yourself! Storyteller Cath Little has gathered together this enchanting collection of tales, illustrated by fellow storyteller and illustrator Peter Stevenson. Told in Cath’s captivating style, these stories will be especially enjoyed by primary school-aged children.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherThe History Press
    Release dateFeb 2, 2017
    ISBN9780750981910
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      Glamorgan Folk Tales for Children - Cath Little

      cake.

      Introduction

      All the stories in this book are old stories that were told long ago in Glamorgan. These stories are not my stories. These stories belong to everyone. They are meant to be told.

      All I have done is research and find the old stories and then write them down in a new way. I have had a lot of help from some really good listeners and readers. Here are some of the things they told me:

      ‘These stories are enchanting, mysterious and excellent.’ – Jessica

      ‘I really liked the stories. It was interesting to find out about the places and hear the names of people who lived long ago.’ – Oliver

      ‘My favourite story was the one about the box. I really wanted to know what was in that box.’ – Asiya

      ‘I think The Lady of Ogmore Down teaches us to never give up and always try your best no matter what.’ – Prubjort

      ‘These stories have mystery and give us pictures in our imaginations.’ – Emily and Ayesha

      ‘I was really surprised when the snakes were friends and healed the girl.’ – Meju

      ‘I like the sad stories best.’ – Bhapur

      ‘I like the one where the old man asks the young man to go under the magic hazel tree. My heart was beating fast when I thought the warriors were going to wake up. You made the story even better by adding Welsh words.’ – Ahammed

      ‘I liked the part where the animals and the trees and the people all helped each other.’ – Anisha

      These stories are presents. They are presents from the people who lived here long ago. A story is the best present. You can give it away and you can keep it for yourself. We can keep these ancient stories and pass them on to people in the future. And maybe these old stories will inspire us to make up some new stories. And we could pass those on too!

      1

      The White Lady in the Woods

      There was a White Lady in the woods near the school I went to when I was a child. I went to PenyrHeol School, the school at the top of the road. There were woods next to the school with a stream running through. That’s where the White Lady lived. She wandered all alone through the trees and washed her hands in the stream. All the children knew she was there, though the teachers never mentioned her. I felt sorry for her. She had no one to play with, only the grass snakes and the green frogs and the little fish in the water. I was a bit scared of her too. I wanted to see her, but I didn’t want to see her. There was a dark, damp shadowy place under the school buildings. Some children said they had seen the White Lady there. They said her dress was torn and tattered like spiders’ webs. ‘I dare you to go down there!’

      When I grew up and became a storyteller, I found that there are lots of stories about Ladi Wen, the White Lady. I have put one of them in this book, ‘The Three White Roses’. I also found out that my old school was named after the farm that used to be there, Pen yr Heol Farm. One of my teachers at school was called Mr Richardson. Mr Richardson was an inspiring teacher who loved history and made me love history too. He told us that a thousand years ago there was a Celtic tribe living on the land where our school was built. The Celtic tribe was called the Silures. The Silures lived in roundhouses made of mud and straw. And they loved stories.

      I wonder how long the White Lady has been there. Maybe the children who lived in Pen yr Heol Farm told stories about the White Lady. And maybe the Silure children told stories about the White Lady. Maybe they did. Maybe she’s been there all the time.

      2

      The Salmon Children

      Once there was a sister and a brother who grew up in a forest. Their names were Meidwen and Ieuan and they grew up in Coed Duon, the Blackwood. They climbed to the tops of the trees. They swam in the River Rhymney. All the birds and the animals were their friends. Small birds would sit on their shoulders and sing to them. Shy deer and rabbits would come to their open hands and eat from them. Ieuan and Meidwen lived with their dad in a house in the heart of the forest. Their dad, Sannan, was the forester. He looked after all the trees and creatures of Coed Duon.

      One evening the children were down by the River Rhymney, feeding the swans with left over vegetable scraps. An old lady appeared on the banks of the river. Her hair was long and white, her back slightly stooped with age. They knew her, had seen her before and knew that their dad was always kind and respectful to her and had taught them to do the same.

      ‘Noswaith dda plant,’ said the old lady.

      ‘Good evening,’ answered the children.

      She stopped to talk to them. ‘I’ve made some cake, would you like some?’

      ‘Yes please!’ said the children and they followed the old lady to her little cottage. The cake was good and the children stayed and chatted for a while. Then they said they had better be going. Their dad would be worried where they were. The old lady didn’t want them to go, so they stayed a bit longer. When it was getting dark outside and they knew their

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