Text and image Britt Arnhild Wigum Lindland
The playhouse, or dukkestue as we say in Norwegian, has in many ways been my house, more than the girls'. Through my childhood I spent many hours dreaming of a tiny little house of my own. I am not sure if Ingrid and Marta have ever had the same dream. Though they have spent hours playing in the house, it is impossible to share the exact dream.
The playhouse stands in a corner of our garden. Sometimes children play there during the summer months. Mostly it is just standing there. For me a dream of a childhood, a reminder of the girl which still lives in me. One day I will paint the inner walls, do some renovating and decorating......making it my childhood dream.
When the kids were small we sometimes used to place a plate of hot rice porridge outside the playhouse on the night before Christmas. For the nisse, not Santa Claus, but the small Norwegian goblins called nisser. The next morning the porridge was always eaten. All of it. There are many years since we fed the nisser now. I wonder if they are still alive.....somewhere.
I do hope that they have not left The House in the Woods for ever.