At 06:14 PM 12/17/04 -0800, Weronika Patena wrote:

>I remember one with swans...  And the girl had to make the shirts out of
nettles
>at night at a graveyard.  And there were additional gruesome effects, I think,
>but I don't remember.  The fact that those used to be stories for children
tells
>you something about how life must have been then...

I don't remember the night or the graveyard bit from the version I read, but
I think it did say that spinning the nettles made the girl's fingers bleed.  

Later on, I learned that nettles don't have thorns like cactus, they sting.  

And long after that, I learned that nettles used to be retted like flax to
make a much finer fiber, that was still used for very special projects long
after flax came in.  

Today I have two yards of nettle cloth hanging in my closet -- not the
European nettle of the tale, but a giant nettle called ramie, which comes
from some tropical island.  I also have a ramie attache case, which looks
rather like cordura.  

-- 
Joy Beeson
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west of Fort Wayne, Indiana, U.S.A.
where it's trying to snow.

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