In the year 1348 as the Black Death went scything through Italy, ten young people took refuge in the countryside outside of Florence. To pass the time as they waited for Death to be on his way, they told each other stories.
On the first day of story-telling they elected Pampinea their queen. She demanded from each of them a story about anything at all, because it was her wish that the teller had freedom for a tongue. So one by one they ventured into topics of their choosing, until ten tales were told and the day was nearly spent.
Then, very much to my surprise, they all looked up from Boccaccio’s dusty pages and patiently waited for me.
the tale of the bean counter
Not so very long ago there was a bean counter in the land of New York who had a beautiful wife through whom he sired two incredible children. They all lived in a great big house which they filled with many wonderful things. Moderate success and moderate happiness came easily to them, and it seemed to their neighbors that they must be the most fortunate family on earth.Continue reading “The Decameron Stories – Day One”