It was March 1669. A rope-maker was on his way to Torgau. He came across a boy in the field. The boy was playing sitting on the ground for play. A wooden log was lying in front of him. Crossing the log was difficult – the rope maker went almost out of his wit while trying to cross it. Suddenly he heard the by telling, “Why don’t you push my log away from the road? My father will thank you for that.” The rope-make however crossed the log taking much effort and walked away without paying attention to the boy’s words.
After one hundred steps he met a little man with gray beard. He looked old. The old man told that he was too tired as he had walked long. He asked him, “Wouldn’t you please carry me to the next village?” The rope-maker laughed at his proposition. Can you imagine what happened next?
The little old man jumps on his shoulder, and sat tight that the rope-maker had to squat till next village. Our rope-maker died after ten days. His son went on lamenting pitifully about his death. The little boy appeared before him; said, “You should be glad that whatever happened to your father is good. He is spared of the bad time approaching soon. You should now take care of your mother.”
The little boy disappeared and a natural calamity followed soon.
This incident happened in Coburg. The girls of the village, curious to know who would be their future lover, were sitting together in a room on Christmas Eve. They followed all mandatory customs religiously. They did not even forget to collect nine kinds of wood-pieces from the forest the day before. As midnight approached, they made a fire in the room and the first one took off her clothes. She threw her shirt out of the door, and chanted standing beside the fire:
“Here I am waiting absolutely naked,
If here comes my lover awaited –
And throws my shirt in my lap, elated! “
Within moments her shirt was thrown inside again. She could also see the face of the man who did throw it. She was happy – this man was truly the person whom she courted later. Seeing her to turn lucky, other girls also undressed one by one, stood naked beside the fire and chanted the same lines. Only thing they did not know was the art of throwing their shirts together wrapped in a cloak. The spirits could not find the exact one they were supposed to collect and throw back. They began to hop around aimlessly outside, roaring and grumbling, so much so that the girls were horrified. Finally the poor girls had to douse the fire and crawl to bed silently to remain unnoticed to the restless spirits. When the girls came out of the room in the morning, they discovered their shirts torn into thousands of small pieces – scattered in front of the door.
We know of pagan tradition of decorating homes with branches of evergreen trees during winter solstice; also know how this tradition was maintained, somewhat in a modified way especially by German speaking people even after their conversion to Christianity. Anyway I couldn’t find information about the significance nine types of woods here – would be grateful if any reader can enlighten.
Second interesting idea is the “spirits” – seemingly evil, which appears on Christmas eve when shirts are not properly wrapped by adolescent girls waiting to be selected by potential husband. The Christmas evil Krampus and associated Krampuslauf was popular in Austria and Bavarian regions. Krampus was supposed to take bad children away in his basket; do not know the spirit in the story is similar to that.
Twelve mercenaries returned from Ditmar war. They could not gain much from
the war and hence, were little depressed. They were walking through the
country-roads faint-hearted having no idea what they would have for food next
On the way they met a gray-bearded short man. Greeting them he asked, “Where are you coming from? Where are you going?” The twelve men replied together, “From the battlefield and want to go where we can become rich, but could not find the place as yet.” The little gray-bearded man said, “The trick of being rich will be clear to you if you follow me; only don’t have a desire to have anything out of it.” The soldiers asked, “What is it you mean?” “It is called the Wheel of Fortune. It is under my control. The one I bring to the wheel learns fortunetelling and in course of time learn to dig treasure out of the earth using their knowledge. I will do this for you only on one condition – I will have the authority to select one from your group to place on the advantageous position on the wheel.”
Now they wanted to know which one of them would be the fortunate one. The
gray chap replied, “The one I am in the mood for! Anyway that I will decide
later; do not know that in advance.” The mercenaries pondered long to
decide whether they should accept the proposition or not. Finally they reached
an unanimous conclusion, “Man must die once. We could die in the battle of
Dietmar; or the devastating plague could have dragged us to hell long back. We survived
all threats, and as long as we did, we dare to play the game with you. This is
anyway much easier while it will hit us only once. So they joined together to
submit themselves in the man’s hand, with the condition that he would take them
to the Wheel of Fortune, and would offer one of them the opportunity to become
The gray man led them to the wheel. Arriving at the spot where the gigantic
wheel stood, they sat far away from each other, each one maintaining a distance
of three cords from the next. However the old man forbade them not to look at
one another as long as they were sitting on the wheel. Whoever does do that
would break own neck. After they sat as instructed, the master seized the wheel
with the cords tied with both his hands and feet, and began spinning until it went
upside down, twelve hours in a row, and once every hour.
To them the world under them seemed as if clear water. Like it is seen
through a mirror, they could see everything they intended, good or evil. When they
saw people, they recognized them and knew each of their names. But above them
it was like fire, as it burning pivots hung down.
They had endured twelve hours. The master of the Wheel of fortune singled
out a delicate young man from the wheel, the son of a minister from
Meissenwaar, and led him through the middle of the fire-flames. The eleven
others did not know what had happened to them while they sank into a deep sleep
as if intoxicated. They woke up after lying out in the open for several hours; found
that the clothes on their bodies became brittle. The glowing heat they had to
go through crumbled all their shirts. They got up to start walking once again
with the fresh hope to find fortune and happiness. No, luck did not support
them. They remained poor forever spending
the rest of their lives begging for bread at other people’s doorsteps.
A peasant from Wehren near Höxter (town in NordRhine-Westphalia) went to
the Amelungs mill to grind corn from his field. On the way back he wanted to take
little rest near a cool pond. He was lying on the green grass when he saw a
young lady coming towards him from Wilberg that lies opposite to Godelheim.
Coming closer she requested, “Please bring me two buckets of water from
the peak of the Willberg; you can expect a good reward for this.” He went
to the peak of Wilberg and carried the water from there as she asked. She said,
“Please come back at this hour tomorrow morning with a bunch of flowers
from the bushes which shepherds from Osterberge wear on their hats.”
The next day the man visited a shepherd in Osterberg to get a bunch of
flowers from him. The shepherd gave him one nice bunch, but only after many ardent
requests. Glad receiving what he wanted, the peasant went back to the Willberg
valley. He saw the young lady standing there. This time she led him to an iron
door saying, “keep the flower-bunch in front of the castle-door.” He did
what she said. And as soon as he did, the door opened. Both entered the
hill-castle through the door.
There was a small cave inside which sat a little man at a table. His beard
had grown so long that it touched the floor across the stone table. He was
facing a large pile of treasure in front of the table looking like a mound. The
elated shepherd kept his flowers on the table in without wasting time and began
filling his pockets with gold coins from the pile.
The young lady was watching him silently. Now she said, “Do not forget
the best!” The man looked around. He thought that the best meant a large
and heavy chandelier studded with gemstones. But as he stepped towards that, a
hand came out from under the table all on a sudden and slapped him on the face.
The young lady was heard speaking again, “Do not forget the best!” However
the man had nothing but the treasures in mind. He forgot the bunch of flowers
Filling his pockets with as much of gold and gemstones as he could, he
thought of leaving the space. The moment he stepped out of the iron-gate, it
crashed terribly against him. Scared, he tried to unload everything he
collected in the pockets. What did he see? All the treasures he picked up with
so much of effort turned into pieces of papers. Now he remembered the bunch of
wild flowers he left carelessly on the table. Finally he realized which best
treasure he should have kept with him.
Saddened seeing the consequence of own foolish thought the man stepped
towards his home downhill.
On the Harz near Zorge, a Braunschweig village, lies the area named Staufenberg. It became Staufenburg after the castle was built. On a particular cliff on the mountain, there is an impression of a human foot. This was created by the footsteps of a daughter of the old castle owner. She often stood here for long. This was her favourite spot from where she looked at the enchanting surrounding. The delighted little girl with curly golden hair is still visible on the cliff at times.
Stauffenburg is the ruin of a former hill-fort at Seesen-Münchehof in the district of Goslar in Lower Saxony. The first buildings of the castle were probably built in the 11th century by the Counts of Katlenburg. Over the centuries, it has been constantly rebuilt and rebuilt till they began demolishing it parts in 18th century for the construction of other buildings in the area. It was built to protect the Harz mining area as well as securing the Thuringian army road, which lies below the castle of Seesen from southeast along the Harz to Nordhausen. The first documentary mention of the name Stauffenburg is found in 1154 CE and the castle was then in the name of a ministerial family, which is mentioned in a document of Henry the Lion. This indirectly suggests the existence of the castle. Obvious that it changed hands several times through the ages. Which owner the story mentions? – We have no way to determine.
This story is told in many locations; especially in
Westphalen. At the time of great famine one poor woman asked for some bread for
herself and her children from her rich sister. But the stony-hearted sister denied.
Revealing sheer unkindness she said,
“Even if I had bread, I would rather want those to turn into stones!” All breads in her store immediately turned into stone. One person at Leiden in Netherlands brought one of these stone-breads in the great St. Peter’s Church to prove the historical fact showing that to the people.
During the famine of 1579, a Becker in Dortmund had bought a lot of wheatgrains. He was cheerful at the likelihood of preparing breads enough to fill his store using the wheat. But one day when he was in the middle of making breads, all the bread in his house became stones. He grabbed a loaf and wanted to cut it with a knife. As soon as he cut the bread with his knife, blood flowed from it. He hanged himself in his room right away.
In the prime church of Landshut consecrated to Saint Castulus,
a round stone in the shape of a bread hangs in a silver case. Four small holes
are seen on the surface of that stone. This also is associated with another
legend. The savior had appeared just before the fest of death began. Saint
Castulus came to a widow in the city dressed as a poor man and asked for alms. The
woman told her daughter to give him the sole bread left in her home, which was
kept for the needy. The daughter, however reluctant had to give it but she tried
to save a piece from it before. The bread was actually meant for the Saint.
Hence it turned into a piece of stone the moment one piece was removed. The sin
of the girl showed it. They say that the fingerprints of the starving one are
still seen clearly in that stone.
Another story of stone bread: at the time of the great
famine, a poor woman was walking on a road of Danzig city having one child in
her arms and another beside her. The one walking with her was crying for a
piece of bread. They met a monk from the monastery of Oliva. She begged for a
loaf of bread from him. The monk replied, “I don’t have any.” The woman said, “But
I see you are holding one in your bosom.” He replied, “Oh! This one is a stone
only to throw at the dogs.” After some time when he took out the bread to eat,
he found that it had really turned into a stone. The incident shocked him. He
understood what wrong he had done. He left the stone in that church – it still
hangs in the monastery.
All stories show how the sin of ignoring the poor and
needy is punished by God. The content itself shows the time-frame when the
stories were developed. Obviously these
stories were developed after Christianity established and its morals were well
accepted in Central Europe.