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Kim Gamble

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APRIL 16, 2012 9:11PM

Hey Diddle Diddle

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hey diddle diddle

Hey diddle diddle,

The cat and the fiddle,

The cow jumped over the moon ;

The little dog laughed

To see such fun,

And the dish ran away with the spoon. 


...bouncing from Art James' Polecat Hollow Road post, 4. 15. 2012 ...

Reading children's books can keep a person young ; 
teaching children's nonsense nursery rhymes can keep a person sane, 
can make the children wonder what's up or down while
logical nursery rhymes like Rock-a-bye Baby can make all of us crazy.
( The grim Brothers Grimm and the plague cannibals ; Gingerbread Houses in dark Northern Forests, Hansel and his sister Gretel, breadcrumbs and crows, snow  ... ) ... and oh, Bluebeard !

Now we don't seem to need the Grimms ; we've got our own bogey-men, booger men, Ayatlollahs and Cheneys, 24/7 News to wake us screaming. Thank goodness for bucolic rest-stops ~ 'Men's in a misty clearing ; poppies & pop on a Polecat Hollow Road ; a picture-postcard treat of a post, grandpoppa Art. 


First I heard Hey Diddle Diddle, then I learned how to sing it, and we danced to it ; we learned how to read it, write it ... it's been with me always ... I still don't know what it means ... and I still don't care. It leaves beautiful pictures in my mind. 


                                                                   pic kg.  ~ abc book of nursery rhymes ©   

                                                 diddle rough 2


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Cow jumped over the moon.
We fowl are keenly tuned to these barnyard tales.
I love fairy tales. We had a 10 volume collection when I was a kid which my sister threw away because the pages were loose in a bunch of them. That's where I met Billy Goats Gruff, Jack Sprat, and Puss in Boots. Lots more. Then, in England, I found a book of Bohemian fairy tales. Good stuff. And I have a Hans Christian Anderson book of stories- the girl with the dancing shoes. Spooky. Now I'll have to read them again.
Booger men and Ayotollah and Cheneys rather than Khoimenis. I'm assuming that's your illustration. Amazing.

Fine fine post. Dishes can jump over the moon. Why not.
Thanks Chicken Maaan. I knew that ; just testing you there ;-)
( corrected )

Hi Phyllis,
So many of these tales came from the Strange Times in old Europe ~ the plague, barbarians, trolls ... maybe not such old times after all ; but many, like the ones you remember fondly there, might hail from times of peace & security, hoping to keep it that way.
It will be interesting to look back on Our times, & the stories we left.
The Lorax pops into mind ...
Why not indeed, fernsy ?
My mom could hurl a dishful of dinner at least that high, right along with the best of them. Maybe I should change it back, & have The cow ran away with the spoon. I'm sure that's what the original author meant.
My human counterpart was stationed in Kassel, Germany, while in the Army (U.S.'s, achtung), home of the Grimm bros. They had a little museum there, but I don't remember much of what I saw during a brief visit (47 years ago - he's lucky he can remember anything from back then). Kassel is, or was, also the maker of circus tents for the world. Not sure if there's a correlation there but I figured what the hell, ya know?
You'd best not. Fernsy's just fiddling with you.
I was always smitten by the old illustrations in children's books Kim.
The older the book and the older the lives glimpsed in the pictures made my imagination run wild as a kid.
I still feel that way.
Love these.
And always will.
a children's fairy tale fan
I love that drawing. When I was a kid, I was delighted that the dish ran away with the spoon for some reason. ~r
pop and poppies killed the taste of Cheney.s.s.. Whew

The art is out of this world man. Seriously fantastic. Your words too
I'm with the little dog.
Pretty moon, Kim.
Frog Hollow Primary School? Really? That's awesome.
Saw you on Polecat Rd.
This is nice icing on the cake you brought.
The wisdom of nonsense. Hey, is that some hat-wearing geese in the background having a tea party (the good kind)?
Did I forget to mention the picture?? Mein Gott!! Mission's comment reminded me that I too was transported to magical places by the illustrations in the storybooks my mother read to me as wee chick, so wee she didn't know yet I would turn out to be a rooster, so she treated me just as tenderly as she did the wee hens. Now she runs from me just like all my sisters. Being a rooster is a lonely calling, in case you were wondering.
Very beautiful picture, reminds me of all the books I read to my kids. Such wonderful artwork for young eyes to see. They make their own stories about the pictures until they learn to read, and sometimes their stories are better, you just have to ask them.
A fine illustration. I like the analysis why we don't need Bros. Grimm anymore ...

This btw, was one of the first nursery rhymes I ever learned. I used to wonder why the dish ran away with the spoon!
"we've got our own bogey-men, booger men, Ayatlollahs and Cheneys, 24/7 News to wake us screaming"

Yes we do; there's a glut of bogey-men and bogey-soullless corporate skullduggery running us straight to hell. But on to more interesting topics; I love the painting, all the critical elements are there and the expression on the little dog's face is perfect.
I love the rhyme too, and your picture, which captures is beautifully. It's nice to suspend belief occasionally and to just embrace fun.
...row, row your boat... too

Good choice Sr. Plate! The knife, cutting; the fork stabbing, but the gentle spoon, cradling, nourishing... .
How can one go forward in life without this wonderful rhyme
spinning around in their head whenever they need an inner smile.
rated with love
Chicken Maaan,
I think I would love, Kassel Germany.
There is a tent here ( probably made in Kassel, between the dog & the dish. Originally green & purple spiral stripes, you'd have to enlarge the image or find a better print to see it.

Mission me too ~ thanks.

The dinner table, anything could happen, & often did, didn't it. & thanks.

Thanks tri ig.


Frog Hollow is a school here ... not here, but a 5 hour flight & a drive from Sydney. Sometimes 4, sometimes 20 kids, depending on walkabout.

Thanks aka.
That's a nice post. Glad you came by here too.

Good Daughter,
If you could blow up your screen, yes that's a geese/duck tea party.
Even, in the background, you might make out a pea-green boat ...

I feel for you, Chicken Maaan ;-)

Thanks, Sheila. Very right about that, I think.

Scarlett wonder no more ! According to Chicken Maaan the dish ran away with the moon, which makes much more sense.
The cow ended up with a spoon ; at first glance a bit weird.

Thanks, nan. That's Angel, the girl's ( ex ) dog.
The cat is Tigger ( tigrat ), their ex-cat.
The rest, believe it or not, I made up.

jlsathre I couldn't agree more. Thank you.

Introbang, I'm sure the dish & the spoon found happiness.
Away from all that madness.
What is on the ground next to the dish and in front of the dog?
Is that a turtle or feces?
You are inspiring to me, Kim.
Romantic Poetess,
Thanks. :-)

That's a ladybird beetle.

You too, dianaani.
A ladybird beetle... Is that different than a ladybird johnson?
Is it similar to a ladybug?
Larry, you say bug, we say beetle.

Ladybird, ladybird fly away home,
Your house is on fire and your children are gone,
All except one,
And her name is Ann,
And she hid under the baking pan.

We have red with black spots, & yellow with black spots.
If one lands on you & you make a wish before it flies away, your wish will come true. So far I've got a Picasso & a holiday in Botswana. I nearly got a '45 Nash.
Also they eat aphids.
If that's the case. Should it not be:

Lady Beetle, Lady Beetle fly away home?
Oh for God's sake.
mr. moon has a face that shows under that cow that looks really surprised, and i love the dish's legs bookin' down the road. thanks for the reminder, mr. kim, of a poem i loved as a kid - though i'll admit reading *fast* over that part about (whisper it) hansel and whatshername. brrrr, scary that. xo
Ladybeetle, ladybeetle fly away home,
Your house is on fire and your children are gone,
All except one,
And her name is Muriel,
& her father lives in Buenos Aires,
And she hid under the baking pan.
This was probably the first song I ever learned to sing. I had a wind up toy wooden clock that would play the tune. I would sit for hours rewinding the clock, singing it over and over, and using different voices and whatnot. I imagine it drove my mother crazy.
Thanks, Candace.
Yes those Dark Tales ...
Thinking of you, lately.
Rennis yes.
I didn't have the clock, But I drove my mother crazy.
Sweet childhood, isn't it.
Now this is a subject I can identify with unlike most other *real life* things. Probably because I was so steeped in nursery rhymes and kids' music and stories for so long. I've never met a nursery rhyme I didn't like although for some reason Three Blind Mice is one of my favorites and also the one where the cheese ends up standing alone - can't remember it at the moment. And Old MacDonald; I like that one a lot. For many many years Wee Sing tapes dominated my car's tape player and I still find myself humming those songs every now and then. Maybe it's because my simple mind connects with the simple rhymes and melodies. Never cared for fairy tales though. Most of them bothered me.
I really loved buying my kids picture books when they were young; I've heard the market for these kinds of books isn't so good anymore - you'd know about that, I'm sure - and that makes me sad. So many children's books are so beautifully illustrated and it was fun to study the pictures with a kid (or two) on my lap.
And your picture is magical. I love the moon's faint smiling face, as he beams on the whole happy scene.
children's stories are the best, truest and most condensed version of wonder
Margaret, believe it or not, we have some quite steep hills here too.
Some, if you so much as sit on a bit of cardboard at the top, you can be dragged screaming to a sad & silent stop at the bottom, by Gravity.
Gravity is every child's enemy. There was a bit in the backyard so fierce my father fenced it off. THE HOLE, it was called.

"She cut off their tails with a carving knife," sends similar shivers through me, to this day.
I'm glad you enjoyed books with your children.
We didn't let our kids anywhere near books, thinking if they couldn't relate to television, there was no way they were getting anywhere near our precious bookshelf. I fenced the whole thing off.

My Uncle was a POW in Wee Sing, from '42 to '45. I'm glad you & the kids enjoy those songs ; he would have liked that.

I don't know that picture books are losing any market ... maybe that's just America where unless there's an equal distribution of race, gender & handicap among children depicted on any given page, the publisher won't dare print it.
Which is why our market is mainly Asia & Europe.
I'm glad you enjoyed this picture though, & thanks :-)

Thanks, Julie. Wonder.
there is something about that picture that makes me want to grab a red crayon and go to town....not that it's not lovely
just feeling a bit difficult tonight
Talk about it ?

Is it a bit ... schmaltzy ?
just too bluegreen

red! red! red!

ignore me, i am, mostly
and I do like it- except for the trees doing the heart shape- that is a bit ...well, too, but the rest is sweet as pie
I had The Tall Book of Mother Goose as a kid. Would love to still have it.
My favorite pictures came from this one though:
I still love these illustrations. Wouldn't mind having them all over the house
found the illustrator's name! Krystyna Stasiak
My favorite picture as a kid was the last picture- two mountains on the story The Love of a Mexican Prince and Princess. The scariest one was the monster with the paintbrush in Painted Skin.
laugh, just read your reply- "hey diddle, diddle"!
well, shit, and there your reply goes
bye reply...waiting for next one
it's a double spread, the gutter down the middle ~ I swear the heart-shape was unconscious. The poem sits in a naples panel in the blue sky, right ( see prelim. sketch added above, which came at the back of the book, )
Blues & greens are calm ~ there are others in that book believe me are get-out-of-bed RED. But I didn't do them. I had a choice, & I chose Hey diddle diddle ...
Found Krystina Stasiak ~ lovely style ; a writer too.
ahhh- see, imagining it with the crease down the middle actually makes much more sense visually
I think we do need the Bros. Their stories bring archetypes to life, and speak deeply with our subconscious–a rich area of study for Jung, Marie Von Franz, Campbell, et. al. Your painting indicates you may know that work. Every element of great beauty simultaneously casts a dark shadow. Cheney is way too pedestrian a character to be honored as an archetype. No groovy fairy story for him!
I always love your background in your illustrations the butterflies and is that storks having tea? I love Fairy Tales you know me always searching for the fairy tale ending :)
I want to believe....
Little hidden jewels all around this one. The moon benevolent as always, the dog ( Looks like Atticus after he has stolen someone's boot and ran for the hills) the sly cat and best of all the pea green boat and tea party. I like your cow, his eyes are not scary and he looks surprised to be over the moon as anyone else. I remember drawing out the scarier fairy tales to my little sisters so they would cry at night, yes I know, one will tell you all about it.
I came back this morning just to get a new smile Kim.
Thank ye...
turning pages in
my mind
remembering the days
left behind
childhood dreams
dark places grim
those old memories
turn the pages
in my mind...

Love the wee sailboat in the back....
I am in love with that illustration. Tara would love that. I need to get those out and let her read them to me. The books, from which they were read to my brother Steve and me, are a three volume set we received from my Grandmother, dad's mother, for Christmas when Steve was almost a year old. They are inscribed to the two of us. When the pages got loose and started to fall out, my dad redid the binding with strapping tape. Luckily, after Steve died, I asked dad if I could have them. He gave me the set. I don't think I would have gotten them without him to ask.

After having all the stories in each read to us, it always became such a special occasion. He kept them in a cabinet above his closet. He would take them down, one at a time, and show us the binding, each had a different color on the gray. We didn't know Volume I, II, or III. We chose because the color told us what we wanted to have read. The first book contained all the nursery rhymes. We loved that one the most. Darn. I have so much to do and now I am going to have to get those down and look at them.

I haven't been here often as I become frustrated easily when I can't get in. Even with Facebook, if it chooses to crawl when I am trying to catch up on friends, I simply leave it be! Love you and miss you!
greenheron I agree with you about the archetypes, but the original Grimm tales, Nordic tales were horrific. As publishers continue to sanitise, what is lost can be suggested in the pictures, light & shade being the most effective subliminal approach ~ why I'm drawn to this time of day, the crossing-over time, from one realm to the next.
I've had fun with Cheney & Murdoch et al, turning them into ogres & wicked barons & whatnot.
Maybe the kids don't get it, but it keeps me sane, sort of.

Lunchlady hi !
Those are ducks, or maybe geese, having a tea party.
There's a lot of comfort to be found in children's stories, even ( or especially ) if you've heard them so many times you know them by heart :-)

That's a nice big sister, Rita.
I was lucky ~ I don't remember anyone reading to me.
All the little details are what keeps me going, in these pictures, & hopefully what children enjoy too.

Lovely, Mission. Thank you, I'm glad you came back.

Good to hear from you, pastvoices.
I hope things are improving, however slowly.
Those books are Treasures ~ I'm sure Tara knows them well too ~ say hi :-)
"I see the tent," Chicken Maaan told me just before he shut it down for the night. "Definitely made in Kassel," he added, altho I know not how he would know, as it was I, his keeper, who spent two years in that country.
I don't know what it means either ... but isn't it fun?!!! Makes you feel happy.

And, yes, beautiful pictures in my mind too ... ones of childhood ... innocence ... and magic!

Oh! the majesty of all those things combined ... [big sigh and a big smile]
Whenever I recited this rhyme the lasting image for me was of the dish running away with the spoon. Why? I asked myself. In my picture the spoon has legs, and they are running off to some sort of assignation.
P. S. Is this the first case of spooning?
This little ditty was bold for its time. Even today in a lot of places, unions between dishes & flatware are frowned on.

Occasionally I wonder about Larry's upbringing.
Matt, if Chicken Maaan thinks it's a Kassel tent I'm ok with that.

Hi Kate. Thanks, I'm glad you enjoyed !

You're a hopeless romantic.

Margaret, it's why dishwashers in conservative states have that little basket to keep the cutlery & the dishes apart, I think.
I wonder too, sometimes, how much thought his mother put into things.
I love the mystery of some nursery rhymes, but mostly I love the incongruous fantasy and how it expands the mind. It's great to participate in childish things and I often use my young nieces as an excuse, like coloring....coloring in a coloring book can be so relaxing.
... so much Grimm ... far too many ... Grimms ... so many children ... who only seem ... to know ... Grimm ...

“ First I heard Hey Diddle Diddle, then I learned how to sing it, and we danced to it ; we learned how to read it, write it ... it's been with me always ... I still don't know what it means ... and I still don't care. It leaves beautiful pictures in my mind.” 

Lovely the one who helps us see ... the beautiful pictures in his mind.

My heart thanks you for this … all of this … all that makes us wise … I think … all that rouses our imaginations … all that allows us … reminds us … to smile … that offers all that is possible ...
all that lifts ... our souls ...

How many souls ... have been lifted here ...
loveliest of all gifts ... you give ...
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
'O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!'

Pussy said to the Owl, 'You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?'
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.

'Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?' Said the Piggy, 'I will.'
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.

The wonderful but someone lonesome poet Edward Lear.
Nonsense is much more than it seems, isn't it ;-)

Thanks, anna1liese,
Always a treat. All that is possible ... hope so ...

Thanks for introducing the somewhat someone Mr Lear to the page :-).
I don't think I'll rest
until I've had a decent go
at The Owl and the Pussycat.
I think Helvetica you've inadvertently
added another year to my life. Thank you.
And is that The Owl and the Pussycat going to sea in a beautiful pea green boat? I truly love this, Kim. And, yes, the nonsense keeps us sane.
That's them, Linnnn.
I think Lear struck gold with Owl & Pussycat ~ two more contrary figures we are unlikely to meet, yet they sailed away
for a year & a day
& danced by the light of the moon,
the moon.
Isn't The Owl and the Pussycat a Barbra Streisand movie??
I wouldn't be surprised, MM.
The only movie I've seen her in was Prince of Tides, which I loved, even though everyone else said I was an idiot.
Proud to be number 30 to rate this one.
If rates were dollars, we could have dinner together.
If you guys do drive-thru, you might have enough left over to catch a movie. Or get a video and split a 12-pack.
Brassawe doesn't drink, but I could get a 12-pack & watch cable.
Only just now found this ... oh fabrous day (kalloo kallay) [sp?! :-o]. My brother (that one) and I were only a year apart and even now all these years later it worries me to remember how hard he tried to figure out what "runcible" means. Anyone here know?

Thanks for an evening of loveliness! [Well, it's evening _here_, right now.....]
"runcible" doesn't mean anything, just a delightful addition to the vocab like Carroll's "frabjous."
Lovely that you came by, & thank you :-)
Yes, of course; frabJous. Whee. It's so great to know someone "listens" to the sound of words even when some of us misspell them. And of course me bruz eventually came to realise he was, in effect, barking up a wrong tree trying to figure out the "meaning" of the word runcible. That's why the memory sticks with me. He was so earnestly and seriously trying to do what -- of course, couldn't be done. It's o.k. though; he became a scientist so he's a happy man. Thanks for "backtracking" to this discussion -- I come to your site often when looking for "uppers"! Not always quite "up" enough to keep "up with" some of the other posts but always know if I keep looking through your posts I'll find the kind of treat I'm looking for! Best to you and your family,
:-) ~ thanks. Hi podunkbro.
me, too! me, too! One of my earliest remembered rhymes. I loved nursery rhymes - still do. Love the little dog laughing in your picture, his paws on his belly.
Just getting back to this one...
I like how you bring water into so many of your paintings, the ship sailing away/across the way invites a child's imagination : )
This is one of those that I'd tangle around with queries as a kid: "Why would a dish run away? Why did it like the spoon? How could a cow...? Do they have springs in their hooves?"
I liked Winken, Blinken and Nod, and the Owl and the Pussycat...of course the Jabberwocky, but that's different.
"Just getting back" as in hadn't read this one yet : )
I also think these nursery rhymes are what last the longest in the elderly that may have senility or stroke, what was learned the earliest. While my mother was in hospice, I did a small experiment and noticed that there was response to "Hush, Little Baby" and "Twinkle, twinkle" with her, and other stroke patients with other sung nursery rhymes and songs...long after no response in other areas.
The response was always a smile.
c&v, thank you. I hope someone, somewhere is making up new nursery rhymes.

Just Thinking, I like water.
Never asked those questions, myself. Everything else was so confusing I saw no reason why a dish wouldn't run away with a spoon.
Interesting, about nursery rhymes & old folk. Hope our kids know :-)