Yes, that is who we are. Two fairytale sisters -- one light and one dark. Apparently my dad and my aunt Penny had recently mentioned that my sister Amy and I could easily be Snow White and Rose Red (this particular Snow White was no relation to the other Snow White -- the one with the seven little dwarf friends). My dad then got it into his head that Amy and I needed to become just that so he could send a little picture of us -- as them -- to my Aunt Penny for her birthday.
So, Amy and I met at my parents' house where we dug about in the attic for fake flowers and bits of material, etc. With the help of a few pins and Amy's camera, we became Snow White and Rose Red (or at least, close enough . . . though Amy kept insisting we were Snow White and Old Red). When Abe saw the pictures, he asked, "Which one is the bad one?" I realized that I actually didn't know anything about the story of the two sisters (though I had heard of it). Still, I assured him that if indeed one of the sisters were bad, it would have to have been the dark haired Rose Red. No way is the fair one going to be evil in a fairytale that also contains someone with dark hair (wearing RED no less). Kind of like how no step mother is ever going to be good in a fairytale. I emailed my mom just to make sure though, and here was her response: l
Oh, Nancy, they were both terribly brave, beautiful and compassionate girls who dared face a wild bear and a furious, evil little dwarf just out of the kindness of their hearts. The bear scratched on their door one bitterly cold, howling wintry night, and they dared let him come right into their cottage and sleep by the fire. On another occasion out in the woods they saved the life of a mean little dwarf whose long beard had been caught in a tree he had tried to split for firewood. He was utterly ungracious when they cut off the bottom part of his beard to free him. . .you can get the whole Grimm fairy tale at: http://www.familymanagement.com/literacy/grimms/grimms122.html
or a short, outline of the story at: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Snow-White_and_Rose-Red
(I sort of think this stuffed bear is somewhat lacking in presence -- you know, compared to the great terrifying bear they allowed into their cottage -- the one who later became a prince).
You must admit, my parents got quite a lot of variety out of the offspring they produced. Well, at least out of their hair color. Maybe our faces all look the same. I don't know. But when I look at the variety of coloring Mike and I have created (or lack thereof), my parents' feat seems quite impressive.