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Showing posts with label Paul Galdone. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Paul Galdone. Show all posts


The Tailypo (1977)

Retold by Joanna Galdone

Illustrated by Paul Galdone

This is one of the great read-aloud spooky stories. It was first told to me by the mother of one of my neighbors who was down visiting. “Tom tells me you like stories,” she said, and it was a beautiful, sunny day – Earth Day I’m pretty sure it was – not a cloud in the sky.

“Yup, pretty much,” said I.

“When Tom was a kid I used to take him down to the Jonesborough Storytelling Festival…” she began.

“Hey, I’ve been there!” I said excitedly.

“…and his favorite was always the Tailypo .”

“The what?”

“You don’t know the Tailypo?” she asked, incredulous. “Well, there’s all different ways to tell it. There's a man in a cabin, and suddenly he’s attacked by this creature which moves so fast he can’t really see what it is. But he has an axe and he manages to cut off the creature’s tail. Then he boils it up and eats it.”


“And then, in the middle of the night,” she continued, drawing closer, “He hears a voice saying: I want my Tailypo. Tailypo, tailypo, I want my tailypo…” And her voice grew deeper by several octaves, throatier like a chain smoker. She was wearing these dark sunglasses, so I couldn’t see her eyes, but there was suddenly something about her that really invoked this creature. This sweet older lady, transformed before my eyes. “I want my Tailypo,” she continued. “Give me back my Tailypo!”

She kind of freaked me out.

It wasn’t until later that I found this version of the story, done by Paul Galdone and his daughter Joanna in the  seventies. It definitely does the tale justice.

There is really something about Paul Galdone, I cannot put my finger on it. I’ve felt it before. He has such a classic – dare I say, basic – way of telling a story. Very matter-of-fact. Like he’s just telling you the story the way he heard it with no elaboration. So, in a way, I almost put my guard down. But then there’s always an edge. He does not shy away from violence. I remember reading his version of Jack and the Beanstalk to Arlo once, and was slightly taken aback by the illustration of Jack triumphantly cutting the Giant’s head off (a la David and Goliath, it just now occurred to me! I love making connections like that!).

It was actually written by his daughter, Joanna Galdone. The back of the book tells us that she first heard the story from her grandfather (which is a great way to first hear a story). She set about researching its origins, and traced it to the backwoods of Tennessee.  It also says that Paul Galdone modeled the woodsman on a man who lived near him in an abandoned one-room schoolhouse. Wow. Every artist should be so lucky.

The man in the story is old, with long white hair and a thick mustache and lambchops which cover the bottom half of his face. He goes out hunting and finds himself a rabbit with the help of his hunting hounds. But then just as he’s about to fall asleep all contented-like, what should he find but that “a most curious creature crept through a crack between the logs in the wall. It had a BIG, LONG, FURRY TAIL.”

Indeed, that’s all we see, just a nice, long furry tail. Probably soft to the touch. Nothing scary so far, though it is a bit intense to see that hunter immediately roused and carting an ax. He manages to cut off that tail and, still hungry, figures, why not,I’ll just boil it into a stew and eat it.

“Tailypo, tailypo, all I want is my tailypo,” comes the voice in the middle of the night. As I read it, I could hear that throaty voice of my friend’s mother.

This occurs three times - and three times - the old man hollers after his hounds to go chase away whatever it is. But the third time, the dogs do not return. Did they run off in fright? Or…

“You know and I know, all I want is my tailypo.”

Galdone finally reveals the creature at the very end of the book, or at least the top half of the creature. We see him peering over the foot of the bed. He has two, large yellow eyes, two furry ears. A hand with claws reaching up over the bed sheets.

“I haven’t got your tailypo!” screams the old man.

“Yes you have. Yes you have.”

Now there’s nothing left of the old man’s cabin in the deep, big woods except the chimney. But folks who live in the valley say that when the moon shines and the wind blows, you can hear a voice say:

‘Tailypo, tailypo
now I’ve got
my tailypo.’


Androcles and the Lion (1970)

Retold and Illustrated by Paul Galdone

McGraw-Hill Book Company

There are a few illustrators for whom I hold genuine affection, and Paul Galdone is one of them. Just the tactile sensation of holding a Paul Galdone book transports me back to a simpler time in children's literature, before there were a million version of - say - Androcles and the Lion - and his editions of classic folkstories and fairy tales were the versions of record.

"Long ago in ancient Rome, a slave named Androcles served a cruel master," it begins, and there he is, standing in the midst of a dense forest, hands upraised in classic freedom-loving stature, proclaiming - indeed - "I want my freedom!"

From there, the story hits all of the points we would expect it to - although I noted that in other versions, the lion is enraged and fearsome. In Galdone's eyes, the lion is "moaning and groaning sadly." Androcles removes the large thorn from the Lion's paw, thus instigating the camaraderie between the two. Within no time, Androcles had moved into the lion's cave and spends his days napping while the lion brings him pieces of meat to the content Androcles. A healthy relationship.

But then the inevitable happens - as we know it must - the Roman guards come a-hunting, imprisoning poor Androcles once more, and this time tossing him into the arena to be ripped apart and devoured for the enjoyment of the public.

I especially love the two-page spread wherein the cage is opened, the Guard's eyes hidden in shadow. The lion is now no longer moaning nor groaning, but fierce! Opening wide its jaws, eyes wild, lunging forward.

The next page furthers to scenario, as we now see Androcles cowering in fright, sobbing, "This is the end for me!" - which makes the contrast all the more startling when the lion then pounces upon him and begins licking him joyfully. The two good friends, reuinted at last!

Galdone ends the tale with the two of them walking down a Roman cobblestone road together, Androcles with his hand around the lion's back, the sun setting. "And they walked away together."

Click here for other versions of Androcles and the Lion.
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