East Coast Thoughts

Aug 23rd, 2009 | By | Category: Personal Columns

Five posts from this blog were recycled to provide five ‘thoughts for the day’ for the Sundays during August for East Coast Radio – this is the fourth.

Troublesome things have no place in children’s thoughts; if stories have to be retold in a way that makes them happy, then that is no problem for a young imagination. I was in my thirties before I remembered that there is nothing that cannot be re-imagined in a different way.

Reading Hans Christian Andersen stories when my son was three, I remembered there would be no happy ending to The Tin Soldier. I came to the closing paragraphs of the story:

“At this moment one of the little boys took up the tin soldier, and without rhyme or reason, threw him into the fire. No doubt the little goblin in the snuffbox was to blame for that. The tin soldier stood there, lighted up by the flame, and in the most horrible heat; but whether it was the heat of the real fire, or the warmth of his feelings, he did not know. He had lost all his gay colour; it might have been from his perilous journey, or it might have been from grief, who can tell?

He looked at the little maiden, and she looked at him; and he felt that he was melting away, but he still managed to keep himself erect, shouldering his gun bravely.

A door was suddenly opened, the draught caught the little dancer and she fluttered like a sylph, straight into the fire, to the soldier, blazed up and was gone!

By this time the soldier was reduced to a mere lump, and when the maid took away the ashes next morning she found him, in the shape of a small tin heart. All that was left of the dancer was her spangle, and that was burnt as black as a coal”.

But I did not read the words on the page. I looked up and said, “The boy threw the tin soldier from the window and as the window was open, there was a gust of wind that caught the dancer and carried her out through the window as well. The wind blew and carried them upwards and far away until they landed in a wood together, far from anyone who could harm them and there they lived happily ever afterwards.” My son liked this ending; one day I must tell him that Andersen’s version was different, but ours was much better.

After a while, we dispensed with books altogether; we would imagine adventures of Thomas the Tank Engine, or Postman Pat, or Fireman Sam, and sometimes we would put all three into the same story, and we would laugh, and everyone in the stories would be happy.

And who is wiser? The children? Or the adults who watch the news and worry about the things that they cannot change? And whose story is the true one? The story of the children who can still imagine a world where anything is possible? Or the story believed by their parents who feel they know the truth, yet have little idea of what is really going on? If the choice is really between stories which are only partly true, is the happy one not a much wiser choice?

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  1. I would have preferred to read your ending when I a child of 6 or 7 …I can remember being upset at the time….but there I suppose it was preparing me for life…..

  2. Surely the original ending was happy? The solider and the paper doll were together, his heart remainded as did her spangle (tho’ a little black)- melded together.

    I watched Disney’s The Little Mermaid this week,I wonder if you consider that a ‘happy ending'(Ariel gets her voice back and wins the Prince and lives in the human world)I suggest Andersen knew his stuff with the original tales…

  3. Les,

    Miss Everitt must have read that story to us. I always hated it!


    My stories have to have a happy ending!

  4. Then it would have to come down to your definition of ‘happy’.

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