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Thursday, December 3, 2020

Of Trolls and Gruffs

 

For three wonderful years, we lived in a perfect house.

Oh, don't get me wrong, all of our homes have been (in my eyes) perfect.
And very comfortable.
But this particular house was all of those things.
And a little bit more.
Because it had a stairway that was perfect for playing 'Troll Under the Bridge'.
It's a real game.
You can look it up. It will be found somewhere under 'Tolley: Favourite Games'.
True story.
Okay, my Husby invented it.
But it was still fun.
The stairway in our house consisted of a short, wide upper set of six thickly-carpeted steps.
Ending at a wide, also-carpeted landing.
Then a 180 degree turn before descending the last six steps to the basement.
A beautiful hunting/trapping/escaping set up.
Which was very well used.
My Husby would pretend he was a troll and lay on the stairs.
His head just poking above the top stair.
All of his little Billy Goats Gruff could try to run past him along the upper hallway.
Screaming and giggling wildly.
One by one, he would nab them and demand to know who they were.
One by one they would answer, “I'm a Billy Goat Gruff!”
Whereupon (good word) he would shout, “No Billy Goats on my bridge!” and set them behind him on the landing/prison.
Then, as he hunted for more victims, the entrapped would escape back up the stairs, still screaming and giggling.
And join once more with their fellow little goats in teasing and tantalizing the troll.
This went on for some time.
Usually, until Dad got played out.
Then, one day, we moved from that house.
Subsequent houses had similar, but not quite as perfect designs for playing Troll Under the Bridge.
The family made do.
Move forward 20 years . . .
Our present house is entirely unsuitable for the game, being a bungalow with one long, very dangerous, grandma-nightmare-inducing stairway.
We had put a gate at the top, which was rigidly patrolled whenever grandchildren come over to play.
A great disappointment to grandchildren who had been raised on stories of Troll Under the Bridge, as fondly told by their parents.
But in our front room, there was a large hassock. (Ottoman, pouffe, footstool.)
Leather-covered.
Padded top.
Which stood in front of our couch.
With a two-foot space between.
Hmmmm . . .
A few pool noodles strapped together with a bit of duct tape.
Voila!
A bridge.
Propped between the couch and the hassock, the scene for the new and improved Troll Under the Bridge.
Which the next generation of Tolleys took to with great enthusiasm.
With just as much noise and exuberance as their parents.
There were a couple of subtle differences, though.
  1. The grandkids proved a bit craftier than their parents had been.
One nearly-four-year-old grandson, when seized and questioned by the troll, answered readily, “I'm a troll.”
Grampa/Troll blinked.
This was a first.
But, since trolls are allowed on the bridge, the boy was given a free pass.
Smartypants.
  1. The troll got played out rather quickly.
He was, after all, an older troll, with mostly grey hair and a few creaking joints.
Usually, he was finished long before the shrieking hoards were even close to admitting defeat.
And after they left, he collapsed on the couch and took a nap.
Ah, the price of joy.

14 comments:

  1. Awwww....the joys of grandchildren. (one day, for me...)

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  2. That sounds like a price that the troll and Mrs Troll are very, very willing to pay.

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  3. So sweet. Got a little misty-eyed over the older, grayer troll. Sounds like you have some smart grandkids!

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    1. Thank you, Laurie! Yep. They've pretty much outstripped Grampa and Gramma Troll! ;)

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  4. I think builders should be required to put a landing and a turn half way down those ten or eleven steps to every basement. Beside breaking a fall sooner, the grands have a wonderful space for game invention. Or, grandma can just make a preserve closet.

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    1. I absolutely agree, Joanne! I hate those long old stairways. Just an invitation to injury and/or...! Oooh! Preserve closet!

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  5. For me the best part would be the "took a nap" right at the end there. I feel a nap coming on right now and haven't even been playing Trolls and Gruffs.

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  6. Wonderful! You are building memories (and reasons to nap)

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