Jouanah has ratings and 29 reviews. Lisa said: I read my Goodreads’ friend Abigail’s review of this book and immediately reserved the book at the lib. Jouanah, A Hmong Cinderella is the familiar story of Cinderella, the poor overworked step-daughter who marries the handsome prince, in the setting and context. Kindergarten-Grade 3. This tender variant of the Cinderella story from the Hmong people of Asia takes place in a peasant village. After Jouanah’s mother is.

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This story is good but sad. I’m hmong myself and I’ve seen part of a movie that is almost exactly this.

I don’t remember the title but it was sad. Robin Redbreast Birds can represent the fluttering, darting thoughts of intuition. This is why little birds helped Cinderella help herself.

Sunday, May 22, Jouanah: A Hmong Cinderella Illustrated by O’Brien, A. Once upon a time, in a “sun-splashed clearin g high in the mountains of the ancient homeland of the Hmong, there lived a farmer, his wife, and beautiful girl, named Jouanah. They had no cow, which would have been a big help. There came a day when the man decided that he would buy one. The man who could swallow a huge bowl of steaming hot soup with rice first, would be allowed to buy the cow.

So both men were served, and each blew and sipped and blew some more. But the other man cheated, and when the farmer looked away, trickled some cold water into his own bowl, then drained it down. Now the family went home, downhearted and discouraged.

As the walked, the mother said, “We must have a cow to plow our fields and carry the grain. Let me become a cow for awhile to help bring in the crops.

You can care for me and we will all have a good life. He “took three vines and wound them three times around his wife’s ankles, three times around her wrists, and three times around her head. In a flash of lightening, and a clap of thunder, the wife became a cow. Then her father explained, and told her to lead the gentle beast out to the fields.

Jouanah cried all the way. Every day, she spent in the pasture with her mother, bringing her spindle with its silken tow.

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cknderella She struggled with learning to spin it, so her mother, the cow, spun it upon her horns. Each day, Jouanah carried home skiens of spun silk, ready to weave into cloth for her dowry. The farm began to prosper, but now the farmer betrayed his wife.

He did not restore her to her human form as he should have — instead he married another ciderella The new wife was an opportunistic one, and soon settled her own daugher into Jouanah’s place. She hated the strange cow that Jouanah doted on, and when she found that it spun the girl’s thread, declared that she was a lazy good-for-nothing and would work harder from now on.


She ordered her stepdaughter to get busy, saying to her new husband, “Your Jouanah— not my Ding— will cut the wood, cook the meals, and keep this house clean from now on. Ding sulked and dawdled all the more over the few chores she did do. One morning the stepmother said to Jouanah’s father,” Husband, life with you makes me so sick, I am going to die,” And then she flailed around, jouuanah that she was really dying. When the man asked what he could do to prevent her from dying, she said,”Go to the giant dead tree at the forest’s edge.

Its spirit will tell you how to help me.

Jouanah: A Hmong Cinderella

She climbed up the tree and hid there. When the farmer came and asked the tree what do to, she called down, in jouanh ghostly voice,”You have a wise wife, my good man.

But those rolls of thread Jouanah brings home. Burn all the thread and your wife will be healed. So Ding went out and spied jouannah her, and told her mother that it was the cow who did the spinning.

And the woman played sick again, and begged her husband to get counsel from the spirit of the tree again. This time, she moaned and groaned in the spirit’s voice, and advised the man,”You have a wise wife, my good man, but only one thing can save her life. The good spirits of your ancestors demand the sacrifice of a cow. Kill the cow and your wife will not die. What did he need that old cow for anyway, now that his farm was so prosperous.

He would butcher it and be done. But when he went out to his farmyard, he had an unfortunate surprise: It was a very cinderslla time.

The birds hushed their songs. The butterflies folded their radiant wings. The despairing husband soon died, and the gentle Jouanah became even more silent. She starved the jouaanah, and kept her at her tasks all day.

Even when the New Year came, and all of the people celebrated, she did not relent. On the day of the village celebration, she “called to Jouanah. On the morning of the third day, finished at last, Jouanah sat down with her sewing.

As she put her hands in, she could feel the soft piece jouajah cowhide she had kept. Bmong brought a flood of images of her mother to her mind, and “suddenly, there in the basket appeared a skirt and a blouse and an apron embroidered with delicate hmlng. Beneath them were a glorious headdress and two exquisite purses bordered with coins that jingled musically.

It glittered in the sun. The accordian skirt flared wide when she tried it on, and she spun cinderela a brightly colored top. She heard the voice of her mother say, “My daughter, put them on and hurry to the festival! She wondered if the townspeople would know who she was. All of the young men stared discreetly at her, and she blushed to see them do so.


And when the wealthy and wise man Shee-Nang appeared, and started to play his flute, all the girls clustered around. But his eyes found those of Jouanah, just for a moment. Then they each looked away. But in her haste, z stepped in a mud puddle, and one of her embroidered slippers was lost. She did not realize that Shee-Nang had watched her flee, or that he knew something of her life.

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He followed her — but it was too late. The only thing he could see was a dainty shoe, lost in the mud. He picked it up, and determined to find the girl who had lost it. His search took him from village to village, but nowhere could he find that maiden.

Finally, he arrived at Jouanah’s house. Of course, her stepmother pushed her daughter, Ding, before him, calling “Daughter, come! She tried to push her away, but Shee-Nang insisted that she stay. So the stepmother decided to delay the shoe trial by inviting the man to dinner. He agreed,and soon was seated at the table. Now the woman rushed into the kitchen, and quickly fixed two different plates of food. The first was of “tasty rice with meat, and the other of dry bones and hulls.

She gave Jouanah the plate of hulls, and hoped no one would notice. But Shee-Nang did notice, and insisted that she light the lamps. As soon as there was light to see by, he recognized Jouanah.

The village, they knew, would bless their love. Right before her stepmother’s eyes “the couple disappeared into the purple shadows of the warm, fragrant night. The significance of the cow spinning is, I believe, quite important. Spinning was the only way to make enough thread to weave into cloth, so the burning of the silk thread would have been quite a serious loss. A spindle is the tool used to spin thread; tow is the bundle of raw fibers waiting to be spun.

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