There is a story that surrounds the founding of Vilnius, Gediminas, the
Great Duke of Lithuania, went on a hunting trip in the area where modern
Vilnius is. As he and his party were
hunting the day turn into night. They camped
out by a hill at the convergence of the Neris and Vilnia rivers. While asleep, Gediminas dreamt about an iron
wolf was howling as if there were a hundred wolves on top of this hill that his
party and him were sleeping at the bottom of.
Throughout the centuries, ever
since the time the Lithuanian nation was formed, simple folks have expressed
their talent in Folklore which touch the most sensitive chords of the human
soul, it intertwines with everyday family life and work, keeps the historical
memory alive, stimulates thinking fuse into a nation and survives. With this in mind, I could see that this is
true as I was listening to this legend from my informant. I could see how this legend was so sacred to
her and what it meant to her. The
excitement in her voice and her face increased as she went along telling me
about the legend. And after listening
to her, I felt closer to her as if the legend was part of my past as well.
