Marie
Posted in Literature and tagged with Germany, Marie, Name, Story on March 20, 2009This is the 5th and final part of my storybook series. See What is in a Name?, Rumplestiltskin, Tikki Tikki Tembo, and Isantim.
After eating the sandwich, I laid down for another nap. Little did I know that this would be the last dream before my child was born. This dream was by far the scariest of all the dreams, however I will never forget it. It is the story that gave the name of my child, though you might laugh at the dream itself, but it is great to have a memorable story that I can tell my daughter as she grows up.
I dreamt that I am witch. As a witch, I am quite evil and almost terrify myself. My biggest desire is to gain wealth for myself. The easiest way to do this is by making the wealth come to me. I live on a farm of sorts, so the kind of wealth I seek is animals of great value. This is convenient because I have all sorts of power over the animals, but the only way I can exercise them is to become an animal myself. My husband, though he has no magically powers (nor does he in reality) cannot really stop me, but he is full aware of my crazy doings (is that not grounds for divorce?).
One day, I go out and decide to gain my neighbor’s cattle. I decide to turn into a werewolf of all things in order to bewitch the cattle into going to the market with me that I may sell them to make very good profit. I sneak out at night after my husband was asleep, and under the light of the moon I turn myself into a werewolf. I am so scary looking! As I start approaching the cattle, I hear a noise from behind me. It is my husband, pitchfork in hand.
“Marie! Marie!” he calls out. Apparently that is my name.
The sound of him calling my voice is enough to make me snap out of my werewolf façade and turn back into a human. It takes me a few minutes to loose all that hair, but I do and I go running into my husband’s arms.
At that moment I woke up and realized that indeed, I was in my husband’s arms. “I want to name our little girl Marie,” as my water broke.
Retold from:
“A Witch as Werewolf” by Karl Bartsch
(originally published in Sagen, Märchen und Gebräuche aus Meklenburg (Wien: Wilhelm Braumüller, 1879), v. 1, no. 185, pp. 150-151).
March 20th, 2009 at 9:59 am
The name Marie has a story behind it in our family. My Grandmother always told her children that her name was Vonda Marie. So my Aunt named one of her daughters Eme Marie and my sister also got the middle name Marie. All of this based on the fact that my grandmother said that was her middle name.
Well as she got older we were talking to her one day and she was in early Alzheimer stages. We said something about her name Vonda Marie. She said “my name isn’t Marie it’s Mary”. We were all stunned. We even found an old family Bible that had her name listed as Vonda Marye. We don’t know if the spelling was suppose to be pronounced Mary or Marie. So that is our family story with the name Marie.
♥ Joy