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History of the Old Classic Children's Stories
by Pattimari Sheets Cacciolfi  Peter Cacciolfi 

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Copyright:  2012 ISBN-13:  9781300312581

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Do you know the stories behind the stories of nursery rhymes told and read to children? We are certain you will be enlightened and amazed at the conclusion of our finding.


 With the beginning of any literary work there must be a concise explanation of the nature of the work. In this work the authors will attempt to extrapolate information from many sources to explain the nature of stories told and read to children from history to current times. Understanding the task of such works, it is important to know of the beginning, for there has not always been the written word. Storytellers were abundant in early times and they usually drew large audiences because they elaborated on incorporating their stories with the current times which included their rulers, their politics, their religions, their customs and more. Many of the early transmitters of knowledge did so with songs, rhythms, dances and other methods of attracting the attention of the viewer and listener. Although the stories changed slightly from one communicator to another, the main idea was transmitted, sometimes to the dismay of the people of whom the story was told; this was the age of oral tradition. If the storyteller was very good, he could hold his audience spellbound with dramatic words and actions; his sole intention was to get his point across expressing the nature of things in that place at that time. Storytelling was the building block easing the journey from oracy to literacy. Oracy is the base, literacy the result. When the written language became a dominant form of transmitting stories, ideas, concepts, it made for more detailed and comprehensive understanding. Writers were able to permanently state their story line so as to eliminate any misconception from the spoken word. With the advent of writing, storytelling did not vanish, but flourished. The good storyteller actually inspired listeners to put down their own ideas and interpretations in the written form. It was well known that the vocabulary of even the best scholars was very limited when compared to the written vocabulary, so it became unnecessary to remember complex passages and commit them to memory; they needed only to be written and used as a reference if and when needed; thus the advent of the best of the best writers. In this text we will not interpret the writer-storyteller’s deepest thoughts, but will merely tell what history has taught us about the meaning of the work so that you, the reader, will have a more clear idea of what was happening at the time of the written event and will be better able to relate that story to that history. We begin with Lewis Carroll because he was a most prolific writer and his works have inspired listeners and readers throughout the ages. In Through the Looking Glass, Alice has an opportunity to meet with a most noted character, known be the majority of children and now adults, Humpty Dumpty. What starts out as a simple 4 line poem ends up in a complex diatribe of exchanges of words between Alice and Humpty Dumpty. This story is written in its entirety so that the reader will have a much greater understanding of what the story actually conveys other than just treating it as a simple 4 line poem with little or no meaning, other than simple amusement. Please enjoy this work and what will follow from the most noted and famous writers of young people’s stories and their true meanings, whether fun, political, religious, or other deeper meanings transmitted by the author. The writers will make an honest and earnest attempt to hold to the truth and not interject their interpretation or make judgments on the works presented.


Chapter One
Our old Classic stories
Humpty Dumpty
Humpty Dumpty was published in 1797 in England as part of Lewis Carroll’s rhymes.
Humpty Dumpty is a character in an English language nursery rhyme, and believed to be a riddle and considered one of the best known in the English-speaking world. Although not clearly described, he is typically portrayed as an egg. It is believed to have been recorded as a rhyme from the early nineteenth century – its origins are obscure and several theories have been advanced to suggest original meanings, but we will get to that later. Here is the rhyme.
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the King’s horses and all the king’s men
Couldn’t put Humpty together again

     Interesting enough, according to the Oxford English Dictionary in the seventeenth century - the term, ‘humpty dumpty’ referred to a drink of brandy boiled with ale.
     The riddle probably exploited, for misdirection, the fact that ‘humpty dumpty’ was also eighteenth-century reduplicative slang for a short and clumsy person. The riddle may depend on the assumption that, whereas a clumsy person falling off a wall might be repairable, an egg would not be.
     Colchester’s website in 1996 attributed the origin of the rhyme to a cannon recorded as used from the church of St. Mary-at-the Wall by the Royalist defenders in the siege of 1648. The walled town in 1648 was a castle and several churches were protected by the city wall; the story given was that a large cannon, which the website claimed was colloquially called Humpty Dumpty. A shot from a Parliamentary cannon succeeded in damaging the wall beneath where Humpty Dumpty sat which caused the cannon to tumble to the ground.
     Other appearances in fiction and popular culture Humpty Dumpty has been used numerous times in different era periods. Naming a few is: George L. Fox (1825-77) who helped to popularize the character and referring to the character in an insecure position, once broken, and difficult to reconstruct, or a short and fat person. Frank Baum’s Mother Goose in Prose (1901) the rhyming riddle is created by the daughter of the king, having witnessed Humpty’s death and her father’s soldiers efforts to save him. The Case of the Four and Twenty Blackbirds by Neil Gaiman has the Humpty Dumpty story turned into a film noir-style hardboiled crime story, involving Cock Robin, The Queen of Hearts, Little Bo Peep, Old Mother Hubbard and other characters from popular nursery rhymes. Robert Rankin used Humpty Dumpty as one victim of a serial fairy-tale character murderer in The Hollow Chocolate Bunnies of the Apocalypse (2002) and The Big Over Easy (2005). He was respectively used as a ringleader of dissatisfied nursery rhyme characters threatening to strike and as the victim of a murder. James Joyce in 1939 in his novel Finnegans Wake used him as a recurring motif of the Fall of Man. Robert Warren’s 1946 American novel All the King’s Men, also mentions Humpty Dumpty. The list goes on and on and even used in popular music, such as in Hank Thompson’s ‘Humpty Dumpty Heart’ (1948), and the Monkees, ‘All the King’s Horses.” (1966). There could be so much more to mention and discover about the nursery rhyme, and perhaps in a 2nd series of this book we’ll do just that, but for now, we’ll stop with the above information so we can go to other stories and offer you information on them. Should you have the desire to know the entire story about the life of Humpty Dumpty, you would do well to read what Lewis Carroll wrote, as it was through his skill and research and mastery of prose that the story is presented in its entirety so that the truth be known once and for all time.
Through the Looking Glass
 by Lewis Carroll
However, the egg only got larger and larger, and more and more human: when she had come within a few yards of it, she saw that it had eyes and a nose and mouth; and, when she had come close to it, she saw clearly that it was HUMPTY DUMPTY himself. “It can't be anybody else!' she said to herself. “ I'm as certain of it, as if his name were written all over his face!”
It might have been written a hundred times, easily, on that enormous face. Humpty Dumpty was sitting, with his legs crossed like a Turk, on the top of a high wall — such a narrow one that Alice quite wondered how he could keep his balance — and, as his eyes were steadily fixed in the opposite direction, and he didn't take the least notice of her, she thought he must be a stuffed figure, after all.“And how exactly like an egg he is!” she said aloud, standing with her hands ready to catch him, for she was every moment expecting him to fall.
     “It's very provoking,” Humpty Dumpty said after a long silence, looking away from Alice as he spoke, “to be called an egg — very!”
     “I said you looked like an egg, Sir,” Alice gently explained. “And some eggs are very pretty, you know,” she added, hoping to turn her remark into a sort of compliment.
     “Some people,' said Humpty Dumpty, looking away from her as usual, “have no more sense than a baby!”
     Alice didn't know what to say to this: it wasn't at all like conversation, she thought, as he never said anything to her; in fact, his last remark was evidently addressed to a tree — so she stood and softly repeated to herself:
'Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall:
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the King's horses and all the King's men
Couldn't put Humpty Dumpty in his place again.
     “That last line is much too long for the poetry,” she added, almost out loud, forgetting that Humpty Dumpty would hear her.
     “Don't stand chattering to yourself like that,” Humpty Dumpty said, looking at her for the first time, “but tell me your name and your business.”
     “My name is Alice, but…”
    “'It's a stupid name enough!” Humpty Dumpty interrupted impatiently. “What does it mean?”
     “Must a name mean something?” Alice asked doubtfully.
     “Of course it must,” Humpty Dumpty said with a short laugh: “my name means the shape I am —and a good handsome shape it is, too. With a name like yours, you might be any shape, almost.”
     “Why do you sit out here all alone?” said Alice, not wishing to begin an argument.
     “Why, because there's nobody with me!” cried Humpty Dumpty. “Did you think I didn't know the answer to that? Ask another.”
     “Don't you think you'd be safer down on the ground?” Alice went on, not with any idea of making another riddle, but simply in her good-natured anxiety for the queer creature. “That wall is so very narrow!”
     “What tremendously easy riddles you ask!” Humpty Dumpty growled out. “Of course I don't think so! Why, if ever I did fall off — which there's no chance of — but if I did —“Here he pursed up his lips, and looked so solemn and grand that Alice could hardly help laughing. “If I did fall,” he went on, “the King has promised me — ah, you may turn pale, if you like! You didn't think I was going to say that, did you? The King has promised me — with his very own mouth — to — to-
“To send all his horses and all his men,” Alice interrupted, rather unwisely.
     “Now I declare that's too bad!” Humpty Dumpty cried, breaking into a sudden passion.”You've been listening at doors — and behind trees — and down chimneys — or you couldn't have known it!”
   “I haven't indeed!” Alice said very gently. “It's in a book.”
“Ah, well! They may write such things in a book,” Humpty Dumpty said in a calmer tone. “That's what you call a History of England, that is. Now, take a good look at me! I'm one that has spoken to a King, I am: maybe. Please you'll never see such another: and, to show you I'm not proud, you may shake hands with me!” And he grinned almost from ear to ear, as he leant forwards (and as nearly as possible fell off the wall in doing so) and offered Alice his hand. She watched him a little anxiously as she took it. ‘If he smiled much more the ends of his mouth might meet behind,' she thought: 'And then I don't know what would happen to his head! I'm afraid it would come off!’     “Yes, all his horses and all his men,” Humpty Dumpty went on, “They'd pick me up again in a minute - theywould! However, this conversation is going on a little too fast: let's go back to the last remark but one.”    
     “I'm afraid I can't quite remember it,” Alice said, very politely.
     “In that case we start afresh,” said Humpty Dumpty, “and it's my turn to choose a subject.” ('He talks about it just as if it was a game!” thought Alice.) “So here's a question for you. How old did you say you were?”Alice made a short calculation, and said, “Seven years and six months.”
     “Wrong!” Humpty Dumpty exclaimed triumphantly. “You never said a word like it!”
     “I thought you meant how old are you?" Alice explained.
     “If I'd meant that, I'd have said it,” said Humpty Dumpty.
     Alice didn't want to begin another argument, so she said nothing.
“Seven years and six months!” Humpty Dumpty repeated thoughtfully. “An uncomfortable sort of age. Now if you'd asked my advice, I'd have said "Leave off at seven" — but it's too late now.”    
     “I never ask advice about growing,' Alice said indignantly.
     “Too proud?” the other enquired.
     Alice felt even more indignant at this suggestion. “I mean,” She said, “that one can’t help growing older.”
     “One can't, perhaps,” Said Humpty Dumpty; “but two can. With proper assistance, you might have left off at seven.”
    “'What a beautiful belt you've got on!” Alice suddenly remarked. (They had had quite enough of the subject of age, she thought: and, if they really were to take turns in choosing subjects, it was her turn now.) “At least,” she corrected herself on second thoughts, “a beautiful cravat, I should have said — no, a belt, I mean — I beg your pardon!' she added in dismay, for Humpty Dumpty looked thoroughly offended, and she began to wish she hadn't chosen that subject.” If only I knew,” she thought to herself, “which was neck and which was waist!”
Evidently Humpty Dumpty was very angry, though he said nothing for a minute or two. When he did speak again, it was in a deep growl.“It is a — most — provoking — thing,' he said at last, 'when a person doesn't know a cravat from a belt!”
     “I know it's very ignorant of me,” Alice said, in so humble a tone that Humpty Dumpty relented.
     “It's a cravat, child, and a beautiful one, as you say. It's a present from the White King and Queen. There now!”
“Is it really?” said Alice, quite pleased to find that she had chosen a good subject after all.
     “They gave it me,” Humpty Dumpty continued thoughtfully as he crossed one knee over the other and clasped his hands round it, “they gave it me — for a un-birthday present.”
     “I beg your pardon?” Alice said with a puzzled air.
     “I'm not offended,” said Humpty Dumpty.
     “I mean, what is a un-birthday present?”
     “A present given when it isn't your birthday, of course.”
     Alice considered a little. “I like birthday presents best,” she said at last.
     “You don't know what you're talking about!' cried Humpty Dumpty.’How many days are there in a year?”
     “Three hundred and sixty-five,” said Alice.
     “And how many birthdays have you?'
“And if you take one from three hundred and sixty-five what remains?”
     “Three hundred and sixty-four, of course.”
     Humpty Dumpty looked doubtful. “I'd rather see that done on paper,” he said.
    Alice couldn't help smiling as she took out her memorandum book, and worked the sum for him:
     Humpty Dumpty took the book and looked at it carefully. “That seems to be done right,” he began.
     “You're holding it upside down!” Alice interrupted.
     “To be sure I was!' Humpty Dumpty said gaily as she turned it round for him. “I thought it looked a little queer. As I was saying, that seems to be done right — though I haven't time to look it over thoroughly just now — and that shows that there are three hundred and sixty-four days when you might get un-birthday presents.”
     “Certainly,” said Alice.
     “And only one for birthday presents, you know. There's glory for you!”
     “I don't know what you mean by glory,” Alice said.
     Humpty Dumpty smiled contemptuously. “Of course you don't — till I tell you. I meant there's a nice knock-down argument for you!"
“But glory doesn't mean a nice knock-down argument", Alice objected.
     “When I use a word,” Humpty Dumpty said, in rather a scornful tone, “it means just what I choose it to mean — neither more nor less.”
“The question is,” said Alice, “whether you can make words mean so many different things.”

“The question is,” said Humpty Dumpty, “which is to be master — that's all.”
      Alice was too much puzzled to say anything; so after a minute Humpty Dumpty began again. “They've a temper, some of them — particularly verbs: they're the proudest — adjectives you can do anything with, but not verbs — however, I can manage the whole lot of them! Impenetrability! That's what I say!”
     “Would you tell me please,” said Alice, “what that means?”
     “Now you talk like a reasonable child,” said Humpty Dumpty, looking very much pleased. “I meant by impenetrability that we've had enough of that subject, and it would be just as well if you'd mention what you mean to do next, as I suppose you don't mean to stop here all the rest of your life.”
     “That's a great deal to make one word mean,” Alice said in a thoughtful tone.
     “When I make a word do a lot of work like that,” said Humpty Dumpty, “I always pay it extra.”
     “Oh!” said Alice. She was too much puzzled to make any other remark.
     “Ah, you should see 'em come round me on a Saturday night,” Humpty Dumpty went on, wagging his head gravely from side to side, “for to get their wages, you know.”
      (Alice didn't venture to ask what he paid them with; and so you see I can't tell you.)
 “You seem very clever at explaining words, Sir,” said Alice. “Would you kindly tell me the meaning of the poem called "Jabberwocky"?”
      “Let's hear it,” said Humpty Dumpty. “I can explain all the poems that ever were invented — and a good many that haven't been invented just yet”
      This sounded very hopeful, so Alice repeated the first verse:
      ''Twas brillig, and the slithy toves. Did gyre and gimble in the wabe: All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe”
     “That's enough to begin with,” Humpty Dumpty interrupted: “there are plenty of hard words there, Brillig means four o'clock in the afternoon — the time when you begin broiling things for dinner.”
     “That'll do very well,” said Alice: “and slithy?”
     “Well, slithy means lithe and slimy.”Lithe is the same as active". You see it's like a portmanteau — there are two meanings packed up into one word.”
     “I see it now,” Alice remarked thoughtfully: “and what are toves?”
     “Well, toves are something like badgers — they're something like lizards — and they're something like corkscrews.”
     “They must be very curious-looking creatures.”
     “They are that,” said Humpty Dumpty; “also they make their nests under sun-dials — also they live on cheese.”
     “And what's to gyre and to gimble?”
“To gyre is to go round and round like a gyroscope. To gimble is to make holes like a gimlet.”
     “And the wabe is the grass-plot round a sun-dial, I suppose?” said Alice, surprised at her own ingenuity.
    “Of course it is. It's called wabe you know, because it goes a long way before it and a long way behind it “
     “And a long way beyond it on each side,” Alice added.
    “Exactly so. Well then, mimsy is flimsy and miserable” (there's another portmanteau for you). And a "borogove" is a thin shabby-looking bird with its feathers sticking out all round —something like a live mop.”
     “And then "mome raths"?' said Alice.’I'm afraid I'm giving you a great deal of trouble.”
     “Well, a "rath" is a sort of green pig: but "mome" I'm not certain about. I think it's short for "from home" — meaning that they'd lost their way, you know.”
     “And what does "outgrabe" mean?”
     “Well, "outgribing" is something between bellowing and whistling, with a kind of sneeze in the middle: however, you'll hear it done, maybe — down in the wood yonder — and, when you've once heard it, you'll be quite content. Who's been repeating all that hard stuff to you?”
     “I read it in a book,” said Alice. “But I had some poetry repeated to me much easier than that, by — Tweedledee, I think.”
    “As to poetry, you know,” said Humpty Dumpty, stretching out one of his great hands, “I can repeat poetry as well as other folk, if it comes to that —“
     “Oh, it needn't come to that!” Alice hastily said, hoping to keep him from beginning.
     “The piece I'm going to repeat,” he went on without noticing her remark “was written entirely for your amusement.”

     Alice felt that in that case she really ought to listen to it; so she sat down, and said 'Thank you' rather sadly,
     “In winter, when the fields are white, I sing this song for your delight —only I don't sing it,” he added, as an explanation.
     “I see you don't,” said Alice.
      “If you can see whether I'm singing or not, you've sharper eyes than most,” Humpty Dumpty remarked severely. Alice was silent.
     “In spring, when woods are getting green, I'll try and tell you what I mean.”
     “Thank you very much,” said Alice.
     “In summer, when the days are long, perhaps you'll understand the song.
     In autumn, when the leaves are brown, Take pen and ink, and write it down.”
     “I will, if I can remember it so long,” said Alice.
     “You needn't go on making remarks like that,” Humpty Dumpty said: “they're not sensible, and they put me out.”
    “'I sent a message to the fish: I told them "This is what I wish."
     The little fishes of the sea, they sent an answer back to me.
The little fishes' answer was "We cannot do it, Sir, because —"'
     “I'm afraid I don't quite understand,” said Alice.
“It gets easier further on,” Humpty Dumpty replied.
      “I sent to them again to say "It will be better to obey."
    The fishes answered, with a grin, "Why, what a temper you are in!"
    “I told them once, I told them twice: They would not listen to advice.
    “I took a kettle large and new, fit for the deed I had to do. “
     “My heart went hop, my heart went thump: I filled the kettle at the pump.”
    “Then someone came to me and said "The little fishes are in bed."
     I said to him, I said it plain, "Then you must wake them up again."
    “I said it very loud and clear: I went and shouted in his ear”'
     Humpty Dumpty raised his voice almost to a scream as he repeated this verse, and Alice thought with a shudder, 'I wouldn't have been the messenger for anything!'
     “But he was very stiff and proud: He said, "You needn't shout so loud!"
     And he was very proud and stiff: He said "I'd go and wake them, if  
     I took a corkscrew from the shelf: I went to wake them up myself.
     And when I found the door was locked, I pulled and pushed and kicked and knocked.
    And when I found the door was shut, I tried to turn the handle, but—“
     There was a long pause.
     “Is that all?” Alice timidly asked.
     “That's all,' said Humpty Dumpty.’Good-bye.”
     This was rather sudden, Alice thought: but, after such a very strong hint that she ought to be going, she felt that it would hardly be civil to stay. So she got up, and held out her hand. 'Good-bye, till we meet again!' she said as cheerfully as she could.
     “I shouldn't know you again if we did meet,” Humpty Dumpty replied in a discontented tone, giving her one of his fingers to shake: “you're so exactly like other people.”
“The face is what one goes by, generally,” Alice remarked in a thoughtful tone.
     “That's just what I complain of,” said Humpty Dumpty. “Your face is the same as everybody has— the two eyes, so —“(marking their places in the air with his thumb) “nose in the middle, mouth under. It's always the same. Now if you had the two eyes on the same side of the nose, for instance — or the mouth at the top — that would be some help.”
     “It wouldn't look nice,” Alice objected. But Humpty Dumpty only shut his eyes, and said “Wait till you've tried.”
     Alice waited a minute to see if he would speak again, but, as he never opened his eyes or took any further notice of her, she said 'Good-bye!' once more, and, getting no answer to this, she quietly walked away: but she couldn't help saying to herself, as she went, 'of all the unsatisfactory —' (she repeated this aloud, as it was a great comfort to have such a long word to say) 'of all the unsatisfactory people I ever met —' She never finished the sentence, for at this moment a heavy crash shook the forest from end to end.
Ending Note:
It is important at this early stage of these writings to understand the times and works of the authors and stories being presented so that the social, political and religious aspects of those times, whether troubled or calm and innocent can be interpreted. Lewis Carroll, Charles L. Dodgson, was chosen to lead off the stories because of his appeal to young readers during his life and to the present time. Carroll was a shy person who had health issues that kept him from his associations with people at large. He was a noted author, mathematician, logician, Anglican deacon and photographer. He has often been mischaracterized as having a fascination with young girls while in reality, his love of young children stems from their receptiveness to their enjoyment of the stories being presented. Carroll saw them as open minded fun-loving creatures and they played an integral part of his life through his writing. In the opening presentation of Lewis Carroll’s Humpty Dumpty we see the naive Alice, not wise to the ways of the world, meet with this creature with indifference, responding in such a way as to accepting the realities of the adult world, the appeal lies in Alice’s response to the absurdities of the language and actions of Humpty Dumpty. She neither accepted nor rejected him but tried to pacify him in the only ways she knew how. Being satisfied she moved on leaving Humpty Dumpty in his precarious perch to deal with the reality of his own thoughts. In the end, the promises made to him guaranteeing him no permanent harm should he fall proved to be his demise. Alice, in her innocence, continued on her journey to new adventures.

Professional Reviews

Carol Sims, author
This is a book affilated with a history of the children's old classics, and one that really kept me reading as it was very enlightening; just as the cover states.

Jeanne Trachman, Trachman Magazine
A great book to read and one that I have read and tell my friends about.

Steven Walls, MD
Peter and Pattimari has done an excellent job in the history of the old classic books for children. I suggest if you haven't done so, go buy one.

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Reviewed by Linda mays 3/18/2013
This book is filled with info about the classic children stories. If you enjoy history books you'll love this one, but it is also filled with Peter and Pattimari's fantasy stories too.
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