All four of the carved wooden boxes were described as coming from Norway, and that made sense given the Telemark acanthus leaf designs and the notches in three of their lids that fit over projecting tabs on either side. The smallest of these “tines” was the perfect size to hold one special ring. Perhaps it was my Oslo ancestor, but I could not resist this charming collection.
The fifth quite different box is a model of a Norwegian stabbur. These charming storehouse buildings are raised up on stone or wooden pillars with a gap above the steps to protect their contents from marauding vermin. You can imagine the fragrance upon opening that door from grain, flour, cured meat, root vegetables, dried fish, fruit and sometimes also clothing.
The wall-mounted cabinet was perfect to hold this box collection. Then, at my request, my Aunt brought me a troll back from her travels to Norway. I was glad that I learned trolls come in all sizes from small to gigantic. I sat the troll so he he seemed to be staring into the stabbur’s front window, but as the pouch slung on his back was already full, perhaps he had already completed his troll-like mischief.
Radiant Refuge 