Everyone needs a place they can call their own – however humble
and small. That is what comes to mind
when I see these little books. The troll
hole was my place. You know the area
under the stairs that is not very convenient for most people to access? It was just right for me. There was a platform there, which at one time,
long past, had been a train table for the brothers. I then claimed it as my
own. Some quilts, pillows, a curtain hung
for privacy. A light, some books for reading,
some paper for writing. It was named the
troll hole by my friend Karen and me because my older siblings’ troll dolls and
troll houses were stored there.
On a makeshift shelf in the troll hole were some of these
tiny books – also at one time belonging to an older sibling – now claimed as my
own. Adventure Tales, by K. and B.
Jackson, Illustrated by Gustaf Tenggren is a collection of very short stories
of pirates, ships, sailors, and of cowboys and Indians. Sitting in my troll hole, I could go on an
adventure – then perhaps write my own adventure story – away from any prying
eyes.
The other Golden Star Books pictured here I purchased much
later to make a small collection. They
were irresistible to me, perhaps because they evoke the feeling of security I
felt sitting in the troll hole.
A place to just be – away from external expectations or any
possibility of judgment – is a necessity.
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