Goldilocks and the 3 Bears The Movie

The Burgeron Family had come together and created a movie of the classic fairytale – Goldilocks and the 3 Bears after reviews of the audio version were over the top positive.

As virtual attendance to the festival is growing and becoming the option of choice, NanaLou, Great grandson DJ, Mama Boo, Cousin Ron, Cousin Bernie and some help from Dr. M and the famous Headless Inskspots (Viv and David) pooled their best and unique talents and come together with a short film.

After MamaBoo had taken the lead and pulled the audio together, Bernie followed with the video edition.

Cousin Ron was busy prompting with all sorts of new ideas – adding additional sound effects (like snoring and spoons!) and Dr. M suggested including more artists by asking if the Headless Inkspots were contacted.

Along with the final movie outcome, intro and ending clips for future Family Story Time creations are available for anyone to use. If you would like to use them – just contact Bernie or the PR team.

Here is a Dreamy Intro:
https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B4cSdSvv2y02QUU0VmY5TU1kUTg/preview

Music by the Headless Inkspots

The other options created are in this folder.

As a virtual attendance participant be sure to check out the video stories all the artists in residence – Sapphos and Cousin Ron have posted quite a few wonderful stories and audios for enjoyment.  And watch for the debut of stories and music for the adults on “The Porch”.

The festival is heading into week 3 and looks like more and more is coming available each day for festival goers!

 

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Campfire Goldilocks

As Nana Lou mentioned awhile back, the Burgeron children have been enjoying evening readings of fairy tales, often by the campfire. Most evenings after dinner, when the weather is fine (as it often is here in Bovine County), we all gather ’round a fire, singing songs and telling stories–sometimes even a ghost story or two. The Burgeron children aren’t scared of ghost stories, of course, what with I and Little Boo being the family ghosts and so friendly and all.

Well, this being the Bovine County Fairy Tale Festival and all, the other night Nana Lou decided to tell a fairy tale, the story of Goldilocks and the Three Bears. And as often happens when we’re all gathered together, it turned into a collaborative story, with lots of us participating:

You might be wondering how we got those sound effects in there, what with this story being told around the evening campfire. Well, as you may know, we ghosts have a way with being able to make all kinds of strange sounds, and Little Boo was working in the background, adding the sound effects.

You might also be wondering why Mama Boo’s voice is accompanied by those strange “ooooh” sounds. Well, I’m a ghost after all! It comes with the territory.

Here is the story …

Credits

Sitting in chair sound, by Richard Frohlich, on freesound.org, licensed CC BY 3.0

Footsteps up stairs sound, by sinatra314, on freesound.org, licensed CC BY 3.0

Birds: singing birds in Bovine TX

Spoon: played by Ron Burgeron

Snoring: snored by Ron Burgeron

All other sounds are licensed CC0, also from freesound.org

The Celts Cometh

The Bovine County Fairy Tale Festival is underway. Our weekly Around The World workshops are a place to learn more about a culture and to build your creative digital muscles.  Participate in a workshop anytime or dip your digital toes into all nine!


Week 2: The Celts Cometh & Designing Destiny

Resources:

duncmyth“This anthology of Celtic folklore tales by Joseph Jacobs is one of the best of the crop. It includes some great tales such as “Munachar and Manachar”, the “Brewery of Eggshells”, and “Fair, Brown and Trembling”. Jacobs also includes an extensive Notes and References section if you want to follow up on each tale.”

Scottish:

Scottish“This is a collection of Scottish folklore which will appeal to all ages. There are animal tales, stories of the fairies of Scotland including Brownies, Bogles, Kelpies, Mermaids and others, and tales of Witches and of Giants. While many of the themes are similar to other European folk-tales, this collection emphasizes specifically Scottish aspects of the stories.”

Irish:


This week’s digital skills workshop: It’s All By Design

To assist festival-goers in further developing their digital literacy skills and establishing a personal digital identity, each week we highlight a different topic being sponsored by the Bank of DS106 Assignment with volunteer support from the Open DS106 community.  This week we offer “It’s All By Design”.

Rather than specifying “assignments” everyone is encouraged to learn more about the topic, Design,  by visiting the Open DS106 Syllabus and choosing something to create from an array of digital design projects. Each project links to examples of work completed by others.  They also include links to tutorials that can help you learn how to complete the work. By tagging your web related posts (either on the Burgeron Family blog or a personal blog) with both DesignAssignments and DesignAssignments#### your work will be added to the list of examples.  We found these tips for writing up ds106 Assignments in a blog post most helpful.

The Burgeron family blog is always available for posting. (If you need editor access or help let us know.) Or you can post to your own personal blog. Let us know there’s something new with a tweet tagged with #burgeron106 and posting a quick note at our DS106 Google+ Community.


Extra Extra Read All About It….

Celtic folk-tales, while more numerous, are also the oldest of the tales of modern European races.   They include (1) fairy tales properly so-called–i.e., tales or anecdotes about fairies, hobgoblins, &c., told as natural occurrences; (2) hero-tales, stories of adventure told of national or mythical heroes; (3) folk-tales proper, describing marvellous adventures of otherwise unknown heroes, in which there is a defined plot and supernatural characters (speaking animals, giants, dwarfs, &c.); and finally (4) drolls, comic anecdotes of feats of stupidity or cunning. (reference source)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Celtic_nations

 

Number 6 Reads Fairy Tales

Children? Children? Where are the children in The Village? I’m not sure how I feel about finding out there is a nursery in the village.

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But I was totally delighted when I saw Number 6 reading fairy tales to the little ones on one of the tapes I had procured on a recent visit. As we all  know The Village keeps meticulous records.  There were a total of 17 video tapes in all. They each came with a title and a detailed account of what was on the tape. I was intrigued by the title of tape #16, “Once Upon A Time“, but was disappointed upon finding no fairy tales- only one more desperate dark attempt by Number 2 to extract INFORMATION from Number 6 by using some sort of a regressive therapy technique, directing a series of psychodramas in an “Embryo Room” where they go through the different stages of Number Six’s life hoping to extract why he resigned. Surprise, Surprise…. Number 6 thwarts Number 2’s fiendish efforts and reveals nothing of importance in the end.

Village_StoryBookThen I popped in tape 15, “The Girl Who Was Death“. And there… in the last two minutes of the tape was dear Number 6 reading fairy tales to the village children from the village story book. Although I had easily hacked my way in to watching the videos in Dr. M’s screening room, due to an elaborate encryption of the tapes, I have thus far been unable to download them in a digital version which I can easily share with the rest of the family.  But you know that’s not going to stop this ol’ lady.  My creative problem solving skills kicked into high gear and I used my iPhone to record the scene playing on the TV. Then I used the Photo Transfer App to transfer the video to my iMac where I could more easily work with it- like capturing a frame that showed an image of the village story book.

Using the Grab tool my first attempt at capturing the image resulted in the player bar being visible. Not good.

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I tried again, this time capturing a larger section of the screen around the video player window. Much better… Showing my “prisoner” folder under the video player image was an accident that I really loved! It tells more of my process story by seeing how I’m working. (Ya’ gotta love that serendipity thing.)PrisonerVillageStoryBook

Next I used iSkysoft iMedia Converter Deluxe to convert the slightly less versatile older .mov format to .mp4 so I could post it to YouTube and people who still used those buggy PC’s (as opposed to a wonderful iMac like mine) could watch it without problems. I realized after it was too late that I had forgotten to trim the end that showed the credits. I didn’t want those. Yippee! I didn’t have to delete the already uploaded video, I could use the “enhancements” option on YouTube to split and trim my video right there in place. No need to upload anything new.

See for yourself how wonderful Number Six is with the village children.  He’s promised to come back tomorrow night to read them another. Perhaps Cousin Ron can sneak him a copy of “The Little Butterfly and the Old House“. Or one of the Burgeron family can locate The Village Story Book and bring it back to the Bovine County Fairy Tale festival. What other stories might be in there?

Inspired Artists at Fairy Tale Festival

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The Windmill and the Butterfly – A Dutch Fairytale

Over time many Dutch artists have been inspired by the fairy tale of the windmill and the butterfly. Today artists around the world continue to find inspiration in this ancient story. The Bovine County Fairy Tale Festival being held at the Burgeron place this summer features a few of their favorite artists below: OnePercentYellowRon Leunissen, and @rockylou22 . To learn more and join in on the fun visit the festival’s official promotional website.

 

 


 

 

Flying wind mills / framed

Old Dutch painting based on the fairy tale of the butterfly and the flying wind mill. Framed in wooden frame.

 


 

 

 


 

The windmill and the butterfly

Today’s artists finding inspiration in the Dutch fairy tale, “The Windmill and the Butterfly”.

 


 

 


 


 

 

All styles and genres using many artistic and digital mediums have been inspired by the Dutch fairy tale.

The wind mill and the butterfly

https://www.soundtrap.com/play/GtyBv0rYTJCD8XwpAG-zyA/butterfly-song/

 


 


Learn more about events and where you can stay while attending the Bovine County Fairy Tale Festival at our official promotional website:  http://burgeronpr.wix.com/burgeron106fairytalefest

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NanaLou Captured On MP3

It was a magical night last night.  Nanalou sitting under Dr. M’s tree house, the little Burgeron children snuggled together with the campfire crackling, the katydids and crickets singing their song, and the sweet music of Cousin Ron practicing piano drifting gently on the breeze.   Professor Ryker T. Stork was quick enough to whip out his iPhone and capture the entire evening’s festivities of Nanalou telling the story of  The Old Windmill & The Butterfly.


Thanks to the following for letting us create more art with your art.

Nana tells an old Dutch fairy tale

It’s early in the evening when Nana’s sitting under the tree house of Dr M with all the Burgeron children gathered around her. Even little Boo has come to listen to the story Nana is about to tell.

Nana’s a great story teller. Her digital stories are known to many people all around the world. So now be silent and listen to Nana tell the story of …

THE OLD WINDMILL AND THE LITTLE BUTTERFLY

Once upon a time there was an old windmill that stood on its spot as long as the people could remember. The miller was very proud of his mill that was made by hand by his forefathers. No other windmill in the county could grind as fine as this one. From all over the county the farmers brought their corn to the miller.

The old windmill was taken care of very well; an extra coat of paint in due time, some varnish on the sails, a good clean of the mill stone; no efforts were spared in order to keep the windmill in good shape.

The miller dreamed of the moment that he could pass on his windmill to his eldest son, who was about to get married and who would continue the miller’s work with much love.

But it wasn’t just the miller who dreamed. The windmill itself dreamed too. How much would he like to explore the wide world, to look upon the earth from way above, to make long journeys and have many adventures.

“Oh yes, how much I would like to do all that,” sighed the old windmill.

“Where’s that sigh coming from?” whispered the wind. The wind was the oldest friend of the mill. Over many years the sails had been dancing in full harmony to the wind. Even when it stormed and when the wind played a rough game upon the sails, they caught the blows without any complaints.

“My old friend, you’ve known me for such a long time already and yet you have no knowledge of my deepest wish?”

“What would that be then, dear windmill? Nobody can grind as well as you. You’re being well taken care of and soon you’ll get a new boss who’s bragging about you to his friends already.”

“That’s all true, but I want to fly!”

“To fly?” said the wind, “but, why?”

“I want to see the world. I hear the birds whistle and tell each other all kind of stories when they fly by. At times I’m lucky when they take a short break on one of my sails, and then I hear a little bit more of their story. But mostly it’s all just small parts of the whole thing and it’s just like a patchwork blanket without any color to me.”

“Oh my dear old friend, maybe I can be of help to you. I can’t let you fly, but maybe there’s another way to get to know more about the world. Tomorrow is a new day, let’s just see what it’ll bring to you.”

At dawn the old windmill felt a breeze caressing its sails. The wind put a small, fluffy thing on a sail, a thing unknown to the mill. After a couple of days, on a sunny day, the cocoon – for that was what the wind had put on the sail – opened up, and a beautiful colorful butterfly got out. She was more beautiful than anything the windmill had seen before.

“Welcome my little friend,” said the windmill, “let me be your home.”

“Where am I, who are you?”

“I’m an old windmill and you’re on one of my sails.”

“Oh,” said the butterfly while looking around. “Sorry, but I have to be off now, I have to fly.”

“Please little butterfly, don’t leave me. I’m standing here for more than one hundred years, always on the same spot. I see nothing of the world beyond the fields and the little town. Couldn’t you go into the world for me, and return every evening filled with stories and adventures and share those with me? Couldn’t you be my eyes to the world?”

“But, I can’t fly that far in one day,” said the butterfly.

 

WindmillButterflyStory_800pxThe windmill looked sadly at the butterfly. Would his dream be nothing but a dream after all? The windmill was too occupied with his grieve to notice that the wind had returned.

“Fear not my friend,” said the wind, “I’ll lift this darling creature every day farther than she could have flown on her own strength. I’ll lift her way high into the sky, and will fly with her over clouds and rainbows. When she gets tired, I’ll bring her back, every night, to you my dear old pal.”

“Then it’s okay,” said the little butterfly, “old windmill, I’ll be your window to the world and thus we will have many adventures together.”

And so it went. Every morning the little butterfly was taken by the wind to faraway places, and was brought back to the windmill when the sun went down. The windmill listened to all the stories eagerly and lived through all adventures with such intensity that it could have been his own adventures.

Weeks passed and summer became autumn.

On a warm day the butterfly landed on a sail and said “dear old windmill, the world is such a great adventure, and many adventures we’ve lived through. I hope you’ve enjoyed them as much as I did.”

“What do you mean, my friend?”

“I feel my eyes getting blurry and my wings getting stiff. Even when the wind is ever so gentle with me, there still will be a time that I will make my last journey and become as one with the wind.”

“But, I’ll miss you!” said the windmill.

“I will miss you too, old friend. I’d love to have a place to rest where you’d know where I am, and where you might even see me once in a while. But all that is not in our hands.”

The butterfly said farewell to the windmill and the windmill waved a last goodbye with his slowly turning sails. The wind lifted the butterfly with its weary body and took it to the meadow nearby.

In the green grass of the meadow stood a beautiful young woman.

“How lucky I am,” she whispered to herself, “to get to live here with the love of my life.”

The young wife of the miller’s son looked up and saw the little butterfly approaching. She lifted her hand and the butterfly landed gently on her finger.

“How beautiful you are, and how nice of you to visit me on this last warm evening. Shall we watch the sun go down together?”

The young miller’s wife put the butterfly on her bare shoulder and together they watched the sunset. The little butterfly, tired yet satisfied of everything that she had seen, closed her wings for the last time while the windmill’s sails turned to the gentle breeze of the wind.

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The children were all silent. The little ones had fallen asleep already, and some had tears in their eyes.
“Nana tell us more …” they cried all at once.
“No,” said Nana, “it’s bed time now. Off ya’ll go now. I’ll see you tomorrow evening here at the same spot. And then we can share the stories the butterfly must have taken back to the windmill every evening just as we tell each other our daily adventures over supper each night.”

The children went home. Even little Boo went searching for his mama.
All turned quiet as the night set over Bovine Texas.

(Listen in to this magical evening of Nanalou telling the story.)