thatswhywelovegermany:

thatswhywelovegermany:

Dorothea Viehmann memorials, Niederzwehren, Kassel, Germany

The Brothers Grimm did not invent the fairy tales by themselves. In fact, the brothers were germanists and ethnologists, and their collection of fairy tales started as a scientific collection. They were told many of the tales by Dorothea Viehmann, who lived in the village of Niederzwehren near the town of Kassel where the Grimms spent a couple of years. Viehmann was the daughter of an innkeeper from the village of Rengershausen. The inn was located at the important trade route from Hamburg to Frankfurt, and many wagoners from all regions of Germany and Europe stopped by. In the evenings while having dinner or enjoying a beer, they told many stories and fairy tales, and young Dorothea kept them word by word. In fact, the Brothers Grimm were astonished how this lady was able to repeat the stories over and over with the exact same wording. The Grimm’s obtained at least 21 tales from Dorothea Viehmann. Her home is preserved, a memorial near the center of the village was installed in 2009, and a memorial stone indicates the probable site of her grave.

@raimagnolia, who asked: “How do u say the name”: [doʀotʰˈeːaː ˈfiːman] or [doʁotʰˈeːaː ˈfiːman]

Rescue and Adoption

elodieunderglass:

magic-and-moonlit-wings:

In the heart of the fairy mound, there were two identical
cradles, each with an identical infant inside.

“One of these babies is the one you bore,” said a fairy.
“The other is the changeling we left. You may leave our hall with whichever
child you claim as your own. Choose wisely.”

“But they are both
my children,” the human mother protested indignantly.

The fairies whispered amongst themselves in surprise and
confusion. At last, one asked, “How do you mean?”

“I came to get back the child you stole from me, the one who
is mine by blood. I never agreed to give my adopted child back to you.”

Perhaps her words touched the fairies’ hearts; or perhaps
her stubbornness impressed them; or perhaps they simply found the argument
amusing, novel enough to merit a reward.

She left the fairy mound, an infant in each arm, and brought
them home.

I don’t know why, but I think about this all the time.