The Potatoes
‘Sooner or
later, whatever is good will be respected and revered!’ Grandma said. ‘Just bear
in mind the potatoes – they could say a thing or two about that, provided they
could speak, of course!’
They had
certainly experienced not being appreciated. It didn’t even help when the
minister preached from the pulpit that they were both useful and a source of delight
– people simply didn’t believe it; even kings handed them out so they could be put
down, but were they ever? Dear me, no! There was, to name but one, the great
King of Prussia, who people called Old Fritz – now there was a man for you! – he
took good care of the potatoes too, gave away a whole cartload to one of the
towns in his kingdom and had everyone summoned to the town square to the
sounding of the drum; the town council, no less, had to show people the new
vegetable, and instructions were read out as to how it was to be planted,
tended and prepared. But it all went in one ear and out the other – people
didn’t understand what was being read out, and went straight ahead and took a
bite of the raw potatoes. ‘Ugh, how terrible they taste!’ they said and threw
them into the gutter, where they could see that not even the dogs would eat
them. But there actually were some people who were willing to give it a try,
and some of them stuck their potatoes into the ground, one here and one there,
and waited for a tree to grow up so they could shake potatoes from it; others
threw the whole lot into a big hole, where they all got tangled up into one
great lump and went into leaf.
– The next
year the king had to start all over again, but the idea only sank in very
slowly. – ‘The same there as here!’ said Grandma. ‘People have failed to
appreciate the best vegetable that’s ever come our way! But now the potatoes
can stand on their own two feet! – Now they are appreciated. Whatever is good
will be respected and revered, sooner or later!’
How often,
when faced with much of what seems to have to suffer so badly in the world,
have I not thought of the potatoes and Grandma’s words.
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