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Sunday, May 31, 2009

Boredom, Dyed my Hair, Sorina and I found camera....PICTURES!

Sorina is sick today, so I had...got to stay home with her from church! We got a bit bored and took the camera out for a spin. I just got my hair dyed, so I put some extra photos of that up there too. Sorina is a wiz with the camera. She took most of the pics of me. Up on the ladder and play house a lot. Which was nice, it made me feel slightly taller. ;) Enjoy, cause we sure did.

Saturday, May 30, 2009


Braden before going to meet all the others for their limo ride.



Braden embracing the limo that is going to take he and his date, along with eighteen other fellow students to Senior Prom.


The flowers are always tricky.


Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Would You Like To Go?


Myrna,

Just looking ahead at my calendar and seeing that you are flying in on June 10th to Ohio.  On June 11th our ward is having a mother/daughter Enrichment night and was wondering if you would like to go with us girls?  The evening is called "Daughters of God"  and we are showcasing all the white dresses we wear in our lives. (Blessing, baptism, wedding)  My Enrichment counselor is asking for everyone who is going to be there to submit an individual picture of themselves wearing one of these dresses.  Do you have the capacity to email me a picture of you in your wedding dress (and/or blessing or baptism)?  If all you have are wedding pictures with Leonard that is totally fine too as some women only have ones with their hubbys.  She just doesn't want family or group pictures.  These are going to be presented in a slide show so digital copies are great!  Let me know if you are able to send one.  Thanks and can't wait to see you guys!

Love,
Amy

Garth, read this before you go to the Evergreen Springville Cemetery!

Myrna wrote: The little evergreen trees planted on each side of the Smith central gravestone (which I, personally, planted about 1990) were, sadly, dying. I was at the cemetery this p.m. (Tuesday) and talked to the caretaker about them. He said he would just pull them out for me, no charge, with his heavy equipment. He was going to do so either late this afternoon or early in the a.m. I will check on Thursday. Now I need to find something to replace them. They were not doing well because they were planted too close to the large "Smith" stone and it was too hot for the evergreen branches. They were getting dead spots or holes in them, as a result. So it is good-bye to those and, hopefully, hello to something else.

Garth, you could call either Eric or AnnMarie to help you find the Smith plot. AnnMarie's cell is 1-801-735-7438 or her home phone is 1-801-377-2409. Eric's cell is 1-801-722-9950 or his home number is 1-801-754-4263. Of course, you can always call us. You know our home phone is 1-435-623-0195. Our cell phone number is 1-435-660-9306. (We leave for the temple at noon.) Remember to look for the monument shaped like a tree trunk. Our Smith plot is just to the right of that, if you are facing it. The Childs graves are just across from the little shed. I think that they are related to your grandpa--their names are Eloise and Parker but they are husband and wife. They were born in the 1890s and died in the 1930s.

I will be having a small surgery on my ring finger late on Thursday afternoon. I have some weird growth on my knuckle. It is not bone and is not soft. When the doctor pushed on it, it moved slightly. It appears to be some sort of cartilage-type thing. I had x-rays this afternoon and the doctor called and made an appointment for me to have it removed on Thursday. It will be after Megan's graduation and celebration. I am just looking forward to working at the temple on Friday with my finger in some sort of brace (not!). UGH! The only problem is that I, somehow or other, have to get the ring off my finger before the surgery. It hurts to try and pull it off over the sore spot. I know, I agreed to come to this earth and I know there was the mention of mortal pain in the explanation. I still think I was busy putting up chairs and missed that part.

You Are Invited


Dear Parents
6th Grade graduation is on Thursday at 10am. See the attached file for an official invitation. After the commencement exercises, please join us on the black top for the Maypole and refreshments. We are requesting, where possible, parents to bring refreshments. If you are willing to bring some cookies or 
brownies or some other store-bought goodies to graduation please e-mail me back or call me and let 
me know right away. We are looking for 12 people to help with this. According to district policy they
need to purchased from a store.
We love your kids and are excited to celebrate this achievement with them.
Thank you,
Ann Marie Howard
PAWS President
801-735-7438
Wasatch Elementary School
Proudly Presents
the Graduating
Class of 2009
Commencement Exercises
To be held at
10:00 AM Thursday
May 28, 2009
in the Wasatch Gym
Parents, Family and Friends are invited to attend
Doors will open at 9:50 for seating
No one will be allowed in before that time
due to graduation practice and student line up.

Monday, May 25, 2009

Gordon, I have a question about Herbert James Smith.

Myrna wrote: According to my records, Herbert James Smith is buried in Salt Lake City. Is that right? At what cemetery? I have that he died 28 March 1937. His wife, Susan Bean Smith, however, is buried in Springville City Cemetery. She died on 8 Sept 1924. Why weren't they buried in the same cemetery? Am I wrong?

Thanks for answering this. M


Roberta wrote: Hi Myrna, Herbert James Smith did die in Salt Lake City, Utah on 28 March, l937 and was burried on 31, March, 1937 in the Springville City Cemetery (Springville Historic Cemetery) right next to his wife Susan Bean Smith.  Hope that will be of help to you. Love, Roberta

Myrna wrote: Wow, I wonder how I made such an error. Thanks for your help. By the way, why did he die in SLC? Was he ill and in a hospital there?


Myrna, 

Gordon wrote: Click on the URL below to see Grandpa Smith's death certiciate.
I am not sure why he was in Salt Lake at the hospital when he died.  Maybe he was in Salt Lake when he had his heart
attack.  On the death certificate, it says he died of an occlusion of the desending branch of the left coronary artery.  It also
says related causes were arteriosclerosis, and chronic endocarditis.

http://images.archives.utah.gov/data/81448/2260358/2260358_0000495.jpg

Have a good day.

Gordon




Myrna wrote: Thank you so much for all of this information. I do appreciate your help. The archive connection is wonderful. I know this took some time on your part and I do appreciate the work. M




Sunday, May 24, 2009

Mother's Day

Amy G wrote:

Myrna,

Thank you so much for the Mother's day card and $25.  I plan on going to buy some beautiful flowers with it.  I sent your card from us to your house, THEN remembered you were in Colorado!   So, when you get home, you should have a card from us.  Hope you had a Happy Mother's Day!  And I hope you and Leonard are having lots of fun with the grandkids!

Love,

Amy

Myrna wrote: AnnMarie or Amy G, did you both get $25 in your Mother's Day card? You were supposed to but I think one of you may have only received $15. That's what I get for doing the cards at midnight when I was tired. Please be honest.

AnnMarie wrote: Mom, there was $25 in my card.

AnnMarie

Myrna wrote: Dear AnnMarie: Three cheers! I had a $10 bill left over and I didn't think I should have had. Sorry, M

Myrna wrote: Dear Amy: You are more than welcome. I appreciate the thanks. Thanks for also letting me know that you got the right amount. I had narrowed the money problem down to either you or AnnMarie. I had a $10 left and I should not have had. That meant that I had done something nuts, as usual.

I appreciate your letting me know that you got the card and money. I worry some because our personal postman delivers mail to the neighbors to our house and our mail to theirs.

We are having a great time with the kids. I have so much respect for all you young mothers. I remember those days well and these little refreshers just reinforce what I already know. Hats off!
Love, M


Monday, May 18, 2009


Todd's Cake
Date: Mon, 18 May 2009

Cake:
3 1/2 cup flour (1 Tbsp more for lower elevations)
2 cups sugar
1/2 cup coca powder
2 tsp baking soda
1 tsp salt
2 cups water
2/3 cup oil (1 Tbsp at lower elevations)
2 tsp white vinegar
1 tsp vanilla
1 cup chocolate chips
Combine all dry ingredients, except chocolate chips. Mix well. add remaining ingredients and mix on medium speed until batter is lump-free and ribbon consistency. Grease and flour bottom and cone of bundt pan. Pur mix into pan, tap to even out. Add I cup chocolate chips to top of batter and press so none are showing. Bake for 35-40 mins at 350 degrees. Cool.
Frosting:
12 oz bag chocolate chips
3 Tbsp milk
1 tsp vanilla
3 Tbsp butter spread
Combine all and heat until melted over medium meat. Drizzle over cake. Serve!

On Jun 6, 2009, at 3:04 PM, Todd Trauntvein wrote:
And...might I say...we found out this week that if you leave out the mere 2 tsp of baking soda, you wind up with a very thick and weird tasting chocolate brick.On Thu, Jun 11, 2009 at 4:30 PM, 
On Jun 6, 2009, Kirsten wrote:
ahahahaHA... Chortle, chortle, snort!   How did that work with the braces?
Date: Sat, 6 Jun 2009 18:48:21 -0400
Braces?  Who has braces at my house??
Let's just say that more than half of the cake just got thrown away!  Good chocolate down the drain, that was hard!
 Amy

From: "L H TRAUNTVEIN" 
Sent 6/8/2009 6:52:36 AM
Are you a brace-free family? I found out that you can leave the salt out of my oatmeal cookies and almost no one notices.
AnnMarie Howard wrote:
I just got back from trek and have to join in on Todd's cake.  I was so busy Sunday that I asked Alyssa to make the dessert.  I told her about Todd's cake so we printed off the recipe and she made it.  YUMMY!!  I even had two pieces.  I could just drink the icing, it is that good.
Thanks for sharing.
AnnMarie

On Jun 11, 2009, at 8:14 PM, Todd Trauntvein wrote:
Glad you enjoyed it.  I also have a chocolate chip cookie recipe that has taken me 20 years to develop, but you will taste nothing better.  I might share that one.  Might not.  Maybe, I'll sell it on e-bay.

On Thu, Jun 11, 2009 at 10:24 PM, Kirsten wrote:
What?!!!!  Family first, man!  I've been trying to adapt and amend cookie recipes only for four years, and am still searching for THE best.  So, please (I'm begging you) (I promise I'll keep it a secret) send me the recipe (with high altitude amendments of course).   :0)

By the way, as for the kids in braces...  well, we all know I must have been day dreaming (you know we tend to dream of teeth around these parts).  *wink, wink.  Please tell me at least someone has retainers so I don't feel so out of it. :)

loves,
Kirsten

Braden Bolton, Thursday, June 11, 2009, 11:03 PM
michael has retainers, so there ya go!! and todd should share the recipe with all of us (we all want a great recipe).
Amy G, June 12, 2009


Actually Michael only had to wear a retainer for 4 months now has straight teeth.  Yay for me and my savings account!  Good luck on getting the cookie recipe......I know he accepts cash!  ;-) 

Cambridge/Longfellow Park Chapel destroyed by fire‏


Date: Mon, 18 May 2009 20:13:19 +0000
From: Melanie

Our CES Director sent us an email last night with the video link that was on the news about fire destroying the Longfellow building (thus called because it is directly across the street from Longfellow's home). As all of the Trauntveins have attended church in this building in the 70's and 80's I thought you would be interested in the story. This building was the oldest LDS building in the Boston area. It was a beautiful building. I have attended many events there. 

Dear All,

Here's a video of the fire that destroyed our institute and the historic Longfellow Park Chapel yesterday. We managed to save the irreplaceable contents of our institute library, but most of the rest of our institute was destroyed by water damage. Thankfully no one was hurt. Events like this sure 
help you to put things into perspective.

Thanks for all your sympathetic responses.

Love,

Tomm

http://www.thebostonchannel.com/video/19487236/index.html

From Myrna

That is really sad. I loved that old historic building. This news just breaks my heart. I have such happy memories of visiting the church and attending meetings there. We only visited a couple of times but those memories are good ones. I hope they try to rebuild it like it was. It was really nice of the Quakers to offer their building as temporary storage for the books. Love, M

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Congratulations, Jason!


I just read the article about Jason's youth group!  Cool article!  How come I'm having to hear about it thru the grapevine???  You need to be bragging this one to everybody you know!!  What a cool thing to be in the New Era AND to be quoted!  That is really, really cool!  Tell Jason congratulations for us, and we'll see you in July!
Love ya,
Amy


One of you probably already saw this, and talked about it. But I am kind of slow:


Read the section called “Peeking at the Past”.
Who is Jason’s mom?

-Shawn

Below is the print portion of the article. You have to go the link in order to see the photos.

Indexing Mania

Going to the temple is not the only way to help redeem the dead. Take it from these youth who have learned a fun way to participate in family history.
After coming home from a Mutual activity one night, twins Garrett and Blake, 12, and older brother Trevor Gneiting, 15, raced to see who could get on the computer first. But it wasn’t games or surfing the Internet they were after. All three of them wanted to work on the FamilySearch indexing they had just been trained to do at a local family history center.
“We all enjoyed doing it,” Garrett says. “It was like a game we could always do because our mom couldn’t get angry about it.”
FamilySearch indexing is a way to help with family history by using a computer to get names off of records and make them available online for those searching for ancestors to find.
Providing this service is something that will affect many people because it helps those looking for their ancestors’ information so that it can be submitted to the temple.
“I know that I’m helping to find people that maybe wouldn’t have had the chance to have their work done,” says Amanda Pace, 18. “It’s cool to know that even if I don’t go to the temple for them myself, I can help them get there.”

Starting the Project

These youth and others from the Payson 20th Ward in the Payson Utah Mount Nebo Stake started indexing after their bishop challenged them to index 250 names each to qualify to go on a trip. He also extended the challenge to the leaders as well as the youth.
“We challenged them that we leaders could index more names than they could,” says Bishop Steven Pace. “The losers had to serve the winners dinner … and the leaders ended up serving the youth dinner.”
Four months after the challenge was issued, the youth had far surpassed the original goal of 250 names per person and had indexed more than 50,000 names altogether. The leaders realized the goal was too low and upped the challenge to 1,000 names, and they made the challenge not only between the leaders and youth, but also between the different quorums and classes.
“The priests quorum needs to pick it up,” says Kendall Little, 17, who has indexed more names than any of the other teens. “We don’t want to be one of the bottom two classes, because then we have to do dishes on the trip.”

Peeking at the Past

The youth were originally motivated by the competition, but now they say they do indexing because it’s fun, and they know they are helping those who lived before.
“I like to think about the people we are doing this for and how much they must appreciate it,” says Miranda Hyer, 14. “When I first started indexing, I thought they were just old people who lived a long time ago, but they’re not that different from us.”
One of the big differences between the times of the people in the records and today is the writing style used. The youth said the only hard thing about indexing is trying to figure out how the names are spelled when the writing is hard to read.
“Some of the cursive writing is like hieroglyphics,” says Jason Trauntvein, 12. “My mom would have to come and help me.”
Being able to distinguish names that were difficult to read taught the youth that they were doing the work of the Lord and that He was helping them.
Amanda says there were times when she would think she knew what a name was while she was indexing and then just have a feeling that it was something else. “Then I’d look at it again and I’d see that it clearly said the name I was feeling,” she says. “Those were really good experiences.”

Living in the Present

Having experiences helping those who lived in the past has also helped these youth strengthen their testimonies and live in the world today.
“Doing indexing helped show me the importance of temple work,” says Kendall. “I also know that God is willing to help us and give us the answers if we’ll just listen to Him.”
The willingness to provide this service is something that has changed them. And it’s also given them something worthwhile to do during their free time.
One time when Trevor had some extra time after taking a biology test in a class, he got on a computer and started indexing. Other students were on the computers playing games although the teacher told them not to. “The kids who were playing games got in trouble,” Trevor says, “but the teacher just told me to finish up my batch.”
The youth say being able to index names has been a satisfying endeavor, and counting the names they have indexed is way better than any score they could get on a computer or video game.

Looking to the Future

All of those names the youth indexed are real people who lived before, so there are thousands of Heavenly Father’s children being affected by their efforts with indexing, people Kendall says he hopes to meet one day.
“If you think about it, you’re kind of making lots of friends that you’re going to go meet eventually when you die,” he says. “Then they’ll all come and say, ‘Thanks for doing my name,’ because without you their work may have never been done.”
Receiving so many blessings has taught these youth and their leaders something many Church members have discovered: indexing is easy, fun, rewarding, and engrossing.

What Is FamilySearch Indexing?

Basically, indexing is the process of turning written information into a form that computers can read and search. FamilySearch representatives have made digital images of historical documents such as books, census records, immigration registries, birth, marriage, and death certificates, and other records, which they have sent back to the Church.
When you log into the system and request a “batch,” you are sent copies of those historical documents. You type in the information you see on the record into boxes the program provides. The batch is also indexed by a second person to make sure it is right. A third person checks to see if there are any inconsistencies and decides what is correct.
Then the information is sent back to the Church and put on the family history Web site. Then when someone searches for a name that has been indexed, the information that was on the record will come up.
“Doing indexing made me feel happy because I was helping others by writing down names so they could look up those names and do their family history,” says Jason Trauntvein, 12.

How Can You Begin Indexing?

Getting involved in FamilySearch indexing is easy. All you need is a computer and an Internet connection. Go towww.familysearchindexing.org and click Volunteer. Everything you need is on the Web site, from installing the program, to step-by-step instructions on how to set up an account, to getting started and indexing each specific project. There is even a short video tutorial with time-saving tips. The program is easy to use and indexing a batch only takes 30 minutes, and you can save your work or quit at anytime if you don’t finish.
For more information on FamilySearch indexing and how it works, see “FamilySearch Indexing,” Ensign, Aug. 2007, 34–41.

The Urge to Index

Kendall Little, 17, has led in his ward by indexing more than 18,000 names. He says when he started indexing, people told him it would be hard to put down, but he didn’t believe them. “But I did get caught up in it, because I started doing it anytime I had free time,” he says.
One of the great experiences Kendall had with indexing was once when he opened a batch that looked blank. He was about to send it back when suddenly he noticed very faded names. He decided to give it a try. “Somehow I was able to read them even though it looked like someone had written them with lemon juice,” Kendall recalls. “I know Heavenly Father helped me.”
Experiences like that and other things he’s noticed since he began indexing make Kendall an advocate for FamilySearch indexing. “I would highly recommend participating in this marvelous work to anyone seeking comfort, an increased testimony, an increase of the Spirit in their lives, a greater understanding of the plan of salvation, a closer relationship to God, or a more tightly knit family,” he says. “For me, indexing did all this and more.”
Using their computer skills, these teens have had some amazing experiences while indexing. Some have felt that they were receiving heavenly help as they worked. Others have discovered the significance of doing temple work.
Photographs by Mindy Raye Holmes and courtesy of Trudi Hyer


Monday, May 11, 2009

David's Home in Gunnison


David's home phone number is: 1-970-648-4405. I have his work cell phone number at home but I did not bring it with me. Dad doesn't have it in his cell phone memory. Do any of you have it? Well, of course, David does but I am not certain he will see this. Eric would like to make a birthday call to David and would like his number.

David and family are moving today and Monday. After today, he should be in his new rental home and I don't know how soon they will transfer the telephone. I am certain the number will be the same but I am not certain how long it will take.

The new rental is very nice. They are not on a golf course and next door to a river, but are in the middle of the town, just about six blocks from David's work and close to the kids' school. It has four bedrooms--two upstairs and two downstairs. There is a nice living room upstairs and a great family room downstairs. It looks like the perfect house to live in until they can buy their own home.

The real estate in Gunnison is very high-priced. Think of Park City with a college. Gunnison is the home of Western Colorado University and the homes are usually rented by students. That means that David's house could have been rented to as many as eight students. They were lucky to get the house for what they are going to pay in monthly rental. It has a fenced backyard and they can have their dog back. Koda will like that. I don't think we are quite lively enough for him, though we have learned to love him and will miss him. I will miss my exercise of running back and forth playing soccer with him.

Love, M


Kirsten wrote: I have his cell phone number as 970 390 6139.  Not sure if it's work or not, but if you get this Dave, you could verify...

Hope you all had a great Mother's Day!!!  I know I have the best mom in the world cause she's taking care of my kids (including two boys who like to "take care of business" simultaneously for a grandpa who loves diapers)!!!! :)

I love you all!


Kirsten

Thank you!

Myrna wrote: EllaDean, Thank you for your beautiful Mother's Day card. You are always so thoughtful. I do appreciate that. 

I am here in Colorado Springs with my youngest daughter's four young children. The baby is only one-year old. She and her husband are in Hawaii for 12 days (nine left). It is interesting. I do know that, much as I love them, I am just not as young as I once was. But it is fun. The oldest, who is eight, made me pancakes from scratch and a fruit smoothie this morning. My husband helped her a bit but she was really proud of herself. I was also proud of her. 

I hope you had a wonderful day. You certainly deserve it. Kirsten's Relief Society served all the mother's breakfast during R.S. meeting today. They made crepes for all. We ate and had our lesson. I have never heard of that before. Of course, the baby ate most of mine but it kept him happy and quiet.

Love, M

Jason is in the New Era

Myrna wrote:

AnnMarie, would you, please, buy a New Era for Dad and I? Jason's photo is in the May issue on page 21. There are also a couple of quotes from him. Dad had me stop taking the New Era and just take the Friend and the Ensign. Now I regret listening to him. However, I would appreciate your buying the issue at Deseret Book or Seagull Book or the Distribution Center--whichever is the easiest. I will pay you back when I get home. Thanks in advance.

Things are going well here at Kirsten and Jared's. At least, so far, the kids are healthy and no one has managed to kill themselves. That is the thing that grandparents always worry about. You know, you have nightmares that some one of the grandchildren will decide to be Superman and jump from the tallest building.

Love, M

Sunday, May 10, 2009

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Grayfoot, a Danish Tale


Greyfoot
(Denmark)

http://www.storiestogrowby.com/stories/greyfoot_denmark.html

There was once a princess of England who was very beautiful. But she had one great fault -- namely, that she thought far too much of herself and too little of everyone else. Of course she had many suitors, but she refused them all, scorning each one for even trying to woo her.

At that time there was a young prince in Denmark. The fame of her beauty had reached him, and he sent word, asking for her hand in marriage. The princess answered that she would rather earn her bread by spinning all her life than marry such a poor and miserable prince as the prince of Denmark.

However, the young prince was determined to win her. He dispatched fresh messengers with letters, and sent with them a gift for her of six beautiful horses, white as milk, with pink muzzles, golden shoes, and scarlet rungs. Such fine horses had never before been seen in England. The king was much impressed, and said to her that a prince who could send such a fine gift must at least be considered her equal. But the princess ordered the grooms to cut off the manes and tails of the six horses, to soil them with dirt, and return to Denmark with the message that rather than be married to him she would sit in the street and sell pottery.

When he learned of this response the king of Denmark became enraged and declared that he would put to sea with all his ships and go to war with England at once to revenge the insult. His son begged him, however, to hold off on any such action.

Instead, the prince built a ship, a ship so beautiful and costly that its like had never been seen before. The prince gave the sailors a letter to deliver to the king of England, asking his daughter to accept him in marriage, and to receive the fabulous ship as an engagement gift.

The ship commanded considerable attention in England, no one having seen such a magnificent vessel before. The king was more impressed than ever, and begged his daughter to accept the proposal without delay. A suitor so wealthy and generous, so true and devoted as this prince, he urged her, certainly deserved a favorable answer.

But that night the princess gave orders for the magnificent ship to be sunk to the bottom of the ocean. In the morning, she told the sailors to return as best they could to their home country; that she would rather wash cups and plates than to call their poor fellow of a Danish prince her husband.

Upon hearing about the fate of his ship, and the disdainful answer of the princess, the king of Denmark was more enraged than ever, and determined to man his fleet and take a bloody revenge. The prince prevailed on him one last time, however, vowing solemnly that he would make the haughty princess regret her proud ways.

So the prince left Denmark quite alone and reached England. Since no one knew who he really was, he decided to call himself Greyfoot. Disguised in an old hat, dingy clothes, and wooden shoes, he arrived at the English palace towards evening and asked the herdsman for work. That night the prince slept with the cows in the stable. The next morning the prince -- now Greyfoot -- began work as a herdsman's helper by driving the royal cattle to their watering-hole. 

The path to the watering-hole happened to travel exactly below the windows occupied by the princess. As Greyfoot approached the princess' window, he pulled from a bundle he had brought with him a golden spindle, and proceeded to use it in driving forth the cows. The princess caught a glimpse of the sun shining on the golden spindle. She took a great fancy to it, and sent someone down to ask whether the beggar were willing to sell it. Greyfoot answered that he did not care to sell it for money. However, he said that would gladly give it to her if she would but answer a single question he would put before her. The princess would do no such thing. No! she declared; a princess is not obliged to answer any question at all, much less one put before her by a beggar such as he.

"Very well," answered Greyfoot, "Then I shall keep my spindle, your highness."

The princess had taken it into her head, however, that she must possess the beautiful golden spindle, and so she agreed to his terms. 

 "Very well, then, princess, answer me this question: Is the sky blue?"

The princess laughed long and hard, then answered, "Yes, yes, of course yes!" And the beggar gave her his golden spindle.

The next morning, the princess noticed Greyfoot chasing the cows with a golden reel. At once she sent one of her maids down to ask whether it could be bought.

"Yes," said Greyfoot, "and the price is the same as yesterday. The princess must answer a single question that I put before you."

The princess laughed to herself, remembering the silly question he had asked the day before. But as the treasure could be had in no other way, she agreed.

 "Then here it is, princess," said the beggar. "Tell me this: Is the grass green?" 

Again, the princess laughed and laughed. "Yes, yes, of course yes!" she cried. And so she had the golden reel, too.

The third morning Greyfoot drove the cattle to the watering-hole using a weaver's shuttle of pure gold. The princess sent for him, and when he appeared before her, she said, "Now, Greyfoot, how much do you ask for this treasure of yours? Another difficult question, I suppose?"

And Greyfoot answered, "Your highness, all I ask is that your answer be the same as it was twice before; that you agree to say, 'Yes, yes, of course yes!' to the question I will put before you."

The princess was delighted. Perhaps I'll be asked this time, she smiled, whether birds fly, or perhaps, if fish swim.

"Very well, then princess," said the beggar. "Are you ready?" She nodded, laughing to herself. "Then here is the question: Will you marry me?"

The princess was astonished. "Surely you can't expect me, the Princess of all England, to throw my life away on a shabby beggar such as you!" 

The king overheard his daughter's cries. When he heard the entire situation he thundered, "Daughter, I cannot believe that you have given your word to marry this man, but so you have, and so marry him you must. There is nothing more to discuss. The two of you, be off!"

The king made hasty arrangements for a wedding, and shortly afterward Greyfoot and the princess were married. Thus the princess was forced to leave her life of royal comforts.

When they passed the barn door, Greyfoot turned to the princess, saying, "You cannot walk on these dusty roads in your silk gown and satin shoes; you must change your clothes before we depart." So they visited the herdsman's wife, who gave the princess -- now Greyfoot's wife -- a plain dress of linsey-woolsey, a woolen jacket, a cape, and a pair of heavy shoes. 

"That's better," said Greyfoot.

At first they walked each on his own side of the road, without speaking; but in a little while the princess raised her eyes to look at the man who was now her husband. To her astonishment she noticed that he was neither old nor ugly, but really a handsome young man, in spite of his old and dingy clothes. Not accustomed to walking very far, especially with such heavy shoes, the princess was soon exhausted. "Dear Greyfoot," she said, "do not walk so fast!"

"Ah," he said, "it is not easy having a princess for a wife. Very well, then, I'll slow down, but move on we must."

At last they arrived at a seaport. There Greyfoot obtained passage for himself and his wife as servants aboard a ship, and the princess felt much relieved when at last the shoreline of her father's land vanished from sight, although she had no idea where they were bound, nor did she care.

The voyage ended in Denmark. When they had safely landed, Greyfoot proceeded to rent a small cabin in the neighborhood of the royal palace. It had only one little room with a stone floor and an open fireplace, where she must prepare their meals.

"And to think," she sighed, looking about the dark, damp cabin with spider's webs in all the corners, "that I could have married the Prince of Denmark."

Greyfoot, who as you know was really the Prince of Denmark said only as gently as he could, "It's no use thinking of such things. You might as well get used to what we can afford."

In a little while, Greyfoot went out and returned with an old spinning wheel and a bundle of rough flax, to be spun into yarn. "I must try to find work to earn some money," he said. "But neither of us can afford to be idle. Spin this flax into yarn, and we might make a few pennies from your efforts."

Greyfoot found work at the palace as a woodcutter. Though the princess spent most the day spinning until her fingertips were raw and her knees shaked under her, the yarn was forever becoming torn and knotted. Every evening, when Greyfoot returned and examined her work, he sighed. Then he shared with her a loaf of bread and a jug of milk he had bought on the way home with the little money he had earned selling firewood. And they went to bed on their hard cots.

One evening Greyfoot showed his wife a wheelbarrow filled with pottery.

"Here's a chance for you to be useful," he said. "I had to use our savings for a deposit and borrow the pots on credit, but it will be worth it when you sell them all by the end of the day. It's easy enough work to stand behind a table at the marketplace and sell pots, even for a princess."

The next day Greyfoot went to his work as usual, and his wife set out for the town with her pottery. But just when she had managed to sell a few of them, a troop of knights came galloping down the street. One of the horses became wild and rushed in among her pots, and they all shattered into a thousand pieces under the heavy hoofs which trampled upon them. The riders pursued their way; but the poor princess could do nothing but clean up the mess and return to her cabin. Sitting down, she wept bitterly.

In the evening, when Greyfoot returned, she told him of her terrible day. "Now our situation is worse than ever," said he, shaking his head, "for I have no money with which to pay for the pottery that's been broken." So they could do nothing but to share their daily dinner of bread and milk, and go to bed early.

Greyfoot came home the next evening with some exciting news.  "I found a good job for you at the palace. They are preparing for a wedding, and tomorrow you are to help out in the kitchen. Do your best and make yourself useful. Maybe they will keep you and pay you good wages. Tomorrow they will give you your meals and twenty pennies besides."

The next morning, Greyfoot said to his wife, "Today I must stay at home; I feel an illness coming on me, so I will rest and try to get better." She burst into tears, and told him that when he was ill she could not think of leaving him. When he answered, however, that she was expected at the palace and must go, she kissed him good-bye, hoping that he would soon feel better, and promising to return as quickly as she could.

So the princess spent the whole day in the royal kitchen. Toward the end of the day, to her alarm, she slipped and spilled a great pot of stew on the floor. The head cook fired her on the spot. Shamed and tearful, she returned to the cabin, where Greyfoot told her that he felt better. When she told him what had happened in the kitchen, her husband said not to worry. At least she had earned a few pennies for the day's work, and besides, he had heard some more exciting news that day. An order had been issued announcing that the Prince of Denmark was to be married to a Russian princess. The bridal-gown for the Russian princess had arrived, but the princess herself, having been delayed by wind and waves on the sea, was unable to be fitted for the wedding gown before the ceremony. The following day, every girl and woman was to present herself at the palace and whoever matched the measurements of the Russian princess would be chosen to try them on for size and fit.

"To be fitted for a fine gown is surely a job you could do well," said Greyfoot. "And who knows? Maybe your wages could pay off our debts."

In the morning Greyfoot declared that he felt worse than ever, but would not keep her from going to the palace. She hesitated, but as he insisted, she threw her arms around him, kissed him, and left.

The royal measurer was busy among the many women assembled in the courtyard, and it seemed impossible to find anyone who fit the right measurements. But when at length he reached Greyfoot's wife, he declared that she was the very person they wanted.

Now she was taken into the palace, and attired in a gorgeous wedding gown, a bridal veil, and a pair of exquisite slippers. When finally the crown was placed on her head, everyone declared that the real princess could hardly be prettier than she. When the seamstresses were finished, the princess started to take off the bridal finery, but the chief lady-in-waiting stopped her. "Now you must take part in the rehearsal for the royal wedding," she said. "The bride will be very late arriving from Russia, and the court must practice the event."

In a little while a beautiful carriage drawn by six milk-white horses was seen at the door, and Greyfoot's wife was asked to enter. The Prince of Denmark was already seated in the carriage. Casting her eyes downward, the princess felt grateful that the prince couldn't possibly know that the woman sitting beside him had once been the proud princess of England who had scorned his many offers of marriage.

They drove along the road until the carriage passed Greyfoot's cabin. Seeing with alarm from a distance that it was afire, the woman in the carriage uttered a piercing shriek and cried, "Stop! Stop this carriage at once! My husband Greyfoot was ill at home when I left him this morning, and he may not have escaped from the fire!" She tried to jump out, but only succeeded in tangling her long train and veil and dropping her crown. The prince now spoke to her for the first time, and said: "What? That woodcutter Greyfoot is your husband and you are ruining the royal bridal finery for the likes of him? A young woman like you should leave such a tramp anyway."

She answered, "He is my husband, and always shares what he has with me, though I'm the one who's been of little use to him. Why, even if you offered me the place which I am now occupying as your real bride, I would refuse it, and return to the cabin where I have lived the happiest part of my life!"

The prince smiled and said, "But you are already my real bride."

Now she looked at him directly and saw that he, the Prince of Denmark, and her husband Greyfoot were one and the same man. Throwing her arms around him, she said that she was so sorry for all the cruel things she had once said and did, and that she would stay with him forever whether he was a prince or not.

Thus the proud princess of England became the happy princess of Denmark and, in the years to come, its good queen.


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