And now for something completely different, a little story added to “Baba’s Corner” on my Web site. I hope to add a few more interesting tidbits soon, including a longer excerpt from The Silence of Trees.
The Three Brothers and their Father’s House
Baba often told us stories about three brothers, Bohdan, Stefan, and Ivan. Sometimes they got into trouble. Other times they went on adventures together. There was usually a moral to the story:
One day Bohdan, Stefan, and Ivan’s elderly father decided it was time to decide who would get their home when he died.
“Boys,” their tato said, “Only one of you can live in this house with your family. The other two must build houses of their own.”
He looked at his sons. Bohdan scratched his chin. Stefan bit his lip, and Ivan stared out the window.
“Pay attention,” their tato said sternly. “I have decided to give this house to the one who can go out and find something to fill this house completely.”
Since Bohdan was the oldest, he was sent first. “Go now and bring back your choice,” their father commanded. “Make me proud.”
Bohdan ran out to the barn and brought back the largest cow, confident of his choice.
Their father shook his head, “Son, this cow only fills up a quarter of the house.” He looked at Stephan. “It’s your turn, Stefko, make me proud.”
Stefko walked around the farm until he saw hay. Excited he filled the house with all the hay he could find, but the hay only filled up half the house.
After cleaning up his brother’s mess, it was the youngest brother, Ivan’s turn. Ivan went outside and sat on a stump watching the sun set.
“If only I had more light to see what else was around that I had to choose from,” he said aloud.
At that moment, Ivan knew he found his answer. Triumphant, Ivan entered the house with a candle and lit it. The light filled the house, and his tato smiled.
“Ivan,” his tato said, “You have made me proud. Light does fill the house completely, and so it will be yours.”
We would often talk about what other things Ivan could have chosen to fill the house, and the only things that ever seemed to work were things like love, light, laughter, music. My baba said this was because material things will not fill our homes or our hearts. In life, as in stories, the intangible gifts are the most precious.
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