It has a lot more that is gory in it than I remembered - but no worse than anything you see on TV.
When Daddy was sent overseas during World War II Mama sent my sister Lynda and me to boarding school at Sacred Heart Academy in Belmont, NC. We were assigned to Sister Mary Loyola with the rest of the younger children.
Ali Baba was the first story I remember hearing Sister Loyola read to us.
Every afternoon before dinner the kids had a playtime. In good weather we played outside. Dodge Ball was a favorite - or red rover, red rover. On rainy days we went downstairs to a recreation room which was underground with high windows at ground level. Because of those small high windows it was dim and dreary and need I tell you - noisy when all the kids were in there. Sister Loyola had the difficult job of keeping all the younger kids entertained.
One afternoon she brought out a stack of books and the first story she read was Ali Baba and the 40 Thieves.
I don't remember the gory parts -I do remember Open Sesame to get into the cave - and all the gold. That made a big impression. I remember being enthralled by the story. That memory brings me back to Ali Baba today.
And how delicious to discover that a shrewd woman saves them all by her wits and courage.
Yes! My kind of story.
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