ThankGod, I have a husband who did not supress my stories/songs
Go, tell the story, sing a songMarguerite Theophil

…Our grandmothers were our link with the world of story, but these days with the decline in inter-generational living, we lose out on that as well…Many cultures believe that if you have a story to tell-and don’t tell it-strange things will happen. Stories have unique and startling ways of making sure they get told.

A Kannada story narrated by A.K. Ramanujan:

There once lived a woman who knew a story and a song. The story and the song got suffocated inside so they got out so they got out and turned into a coat and a pair of shoes. Seeing this made the husband furious…When the husband’s suspicions were cleared, he woke up his sleeping wife and asked her about her story and her song.
“What story? What song? She asked. She had sadly forgotten both of them.

Among the Cree of Manitoba, there is a similar belief that stories when they are not told, live in their own villages where they go about their own lives.. Every now and then however a story will leave its village and seek a person to inhabit. Some person will abruptly be possessed by the story, and soon will find herself telling the tale, singing it back into active circulation.
Go, tell the story; sing the song
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