Two Old Women – A Parable

Once Upon a Time, two old women were abandoned by their tribe during a horribly long, bitter winter when the tribe did not have enough to eat. Members of the tribe did not want to do it, but they saw no other way to survive. There was not enough food to go around, and the old women slowed them down as they moved from place to place. There was much fear among tribe members – fear of the winter, fear of doing wrong, fear of starving, fear of cannibalism, fear of being left behind with the old women if they spoke up.

So no one spoke up.

The old women were aghast, and hurt, and angry. They could easily have given up, succumbed to self-pity and the cold.

But they did not.

The tribe did leave them their tent, the daughter of one of the women left strips of animal hide, and the grandson of one surreptitiously left them his hatchet. The old women decided to use these things, and the skills they had forgotten but once used regularly, to catch rabbits, build shelters and keep the coals of their fire alive. Despite their aches and pains and broken hearts, they moved to a new campsite and survived through to the next spring. They proceeded to build a comfortable shelter and stockpile dried fish, meat, and clothing made from the skins of the animals they had caught.

The two old women made a comfortable life for themselves, but they were quite wary of their former tribe members. They made sure that the place they chose for their winter home would be difficult to find, as they were afraid that the tribe would come back and steal what they had so carefully built over the summer.

The following winter, the tribe returned to the place where they had left the two old women. It was another difficult winter, and the tribe was nearly in as difficult a situation as they had been the previous year. They expected to find some evidence that the old women had died there, and were amazed – and hopeful – when they did not find that evidence. The chief, who had wrestled hard with the decision to abandon the old women, decided to do the right thing and sent his best scout and three hunters to search for the old women.

After a long search, the wise scout found the area where the two old women had established their camp. He smelled the faint smoke of their fire and called out to them.

Terrified, the two old women debated whether they should respond. They decided to face their fear and called back to the scout. The two old women shared some food with the four men, and they exchanged stories, warily.

The scout told the old women that the chief regretted leaving them behind and had sent him to find them, and that they meant them no harm. He also told them that the tribe was, once again, in dire straits and suffering great hardship.

The two old women again debated – what should they do? This was the tribe that had left them to die. Although they had more food than they could use by themselves, should they share?

The two old women recognized that they had the chance to do the right thing. Yet they also recognized that they were not ready for things to go back to the way they were.

They decided upon a compromise: They would share their wealth with the tribe, but they would maintain their separate camp. They had come to value their independence and relished the success they had made from reawakening and building upon their old skills.

In time, there were reconciliations and the two old women spent time with the young ones, teaching them the skills they had once forgotten, sharing their wisdom and enjoying new respect within the tribe.

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I recently re-read this legend of the Athabascan Indians of the upper Yukon, which is movingly told by Athabascan writer Velma Wallis in the little book, Two Old Women. I was moved again by the many lessons this story has for us, lessons about fear, courage, perseverance, confidence, humility, forgiveness, and reconciliation.

But this time the story offered me another meaning. The last time I had read this story was long before the economic troubles that began in 2007, long before thousands of companies faced starvation and fear in the coming economic winter.

Two Old Women, I realized, is a parable for this time. It carries much food for thought: Millions of people were abandoned by their tribes during this winter, left to fend for themselves with only a hatchet and a few supplies – and their wits. For many there have been unexpected benefits – new skills, rediscovered skills, opportunities for independence. For many there has been malnutrition and frostbite on many levels. For some there has been reconciliation. For most things will never be the same.

What lessons do you take from this parable? What role would be yours in this story?

I was one of the tribe members, until I became one of the old women. I am pleased to say that I have survived – and thrived. I will also never be the same, and I am glad.

What about you? The story is not over; what role do you play, and do you wish to change it? Is reconciliation possible? If so, what shape should it take?

Note: I do not tell the story of the two old women and their people nearly as well as Velma Wallis. I encourage you to get a copy of Two Old Women and let this fine storyteller weave her tale for you.

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10 Responses to Two Old Women – A Parable

  1. Tina July 19, 2011 at 11:28 am #

    What a powerful story! I felt a little like I was left by my tribe when I lost my job a couple of months ago, but like the women in the story I am using my wits and my tools to create a life based on my passions and values.

    Thank you Susan, for sharing this story!

  2. Susan July 19, 2011 at 11:40 am #

    Hi Tina! Good for you! And you are quite welcome.

  3. Claire Tompkins July 19, 2011 at 3:13 pm #

    There will always be things that small tribes do better, and things that large tribes do better. They should recognize that need each other.

  4. Rabbi Issamar Ginzberg July 19, 2011 at 3:55 pm #

    what a powerful story!! and you tell it very well!

    Thanks for sharing.

  5. Yolanda July 19, 2011 at 3:57 pm #

    Susan you really know how to get us thinking! Being self-employed for most of my adult life (since 25) I don’t have a story of being left behind. But what really did strike me as a build a new business and try to nurture the other two, is that the basics matter, always.

    We have a tendency to get very spoiled don’t we? Thinking that things should get easier and require less work… I find that the harder I work at something the fruits taste so much better. There is no newfangled thing that will “fix” everything. There is only the reality that we must rely on ourselves and basics we know that work consistently. And then we must buck up and Go Go Go.

    Thanks for sharing the story!

  6. Susan July 19, 2011 at 4:09 pm #

    Yolanda, that is definitely an important point of the story, that we do get spoiled. We mustn’t lose sight of the importance of keeping up our efforts and not slacking off; you’re right, the fruits do taste sweeter then.

    The one place where I would disagree is that while we must rely on ourselves, we must also allow ourselves to rely on others and to be reliable for them. That also has a very sweet taste.

  7. Susan July 19, 2011 at 4:17 pm #

    Welcome, Rabbi Issamar! Thank you for the kind words, and for visiting!

  8. Susan July 19, 2011 at 4:20 pm #

    Hi Claire! This is quite true. Unfortunately there are a lot of beliefs about which is which that aren’t based on sound & current data.

  9. Emmett Blake July 23, 2011 at 7:14 pm #

    The parable is a very good one in our age speaking to personal integrity (doing the right thing) and forgiveness. So much of popular culture works against personal integrity such as the supposed “Reality TV” that structures scenarios contrary to civilized behavior where people get ahead by leaving others behind or worse yet sacrificing others.

    Shifting the parable. When we make trips into Egypt as slaves, how many of us can return as princes and share forgiveness?

  10. Mike & I have changed & grown.

    Borders is out of business.


    Because we were able to stay flexible & learn from our mistakes, remember those things that we had forgotten or not allowed ourselves to know, like the old women.

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