Viking Kids Don't Cry
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For Didda and her sisters, life in the remote fjords of Iceland was one of danger, hard work and joy. Trolls and Hidden Folk were as real as the struggles with Iceland’s meanest cow and sheep shearing skirmishes. This enchanting story of a strong-willed young girl viewing life as a great adventure while facing the realities of fear and death was inspired by the author's own childhood experience.
This unique story parallels the memoir, Growing Up Viking: Fond Memories of Iceland, also available from Hekla Publishing. The author’s description of Iceland provide the reader with such realistic detail the landscape comes alive.
Ieda Jonasdottir Herman
A native of Iceland, Ieda Jonasdottir spent her first 19 years immersed in the Scandinavian culture, growing up with the stories of Hidden People, trolls, and her Vikings ancestors through the Sagas. She married an American, raised a family, and after retiring, she began writing short stories and full length books, sharing the Icelandic culture and mythology in each. Ieda enjoys conducting seminars and presentations on Iceland, attending Scandinavian events, and sharing her knowledge of the country and history. She visits Iceland each year, in between her speaking and writing schedule and enjoys spending time with her 10 children, 16 grandchildren, 18 great-grandchildren, and 4 great-great grandchildren.
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Viking Kids Don't Cry - Ieda Jonasdottir Herman
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Map of Iceland
Chapter 1: The Trölls are Coming! The Trölls are Coming!
Chapter 2: On the Way to Grandpa’s Farm
Chapter 3: Old Red (Gamla Rauða)
Chapter 4: Haying Time
Chapter 5: Egg Gathering
Chapter 6: Didda and Sissi Go Berry-Picking
Chapter 7: Vopnafjörður
Chapter 8: Vestmannaeyar & The Trölls at Vik
Chapter 9: The East Fjords
Chapter 10: The Monster Worm
Chapter 11: The Fjord is Alive with Seals and Ice
Chapter 12: Viking Kids Don’t Cry
Chapter 13: Grandpa’s Farm
Chapter 14: Cows Go Crazy in the Spring
Chapter 15: Shearing Time
Chapter 16: Grandpa Hires Summer Help
Chapter 17: Hanna
Chapter 18: Do Dogs and Horses Have ‘ESP’?
Chapter 19: Surprise in the Net
Chapter 20: The North Fjords
Chapter 21: Gunnar and the Polar Bear
Chapter 22: It’s Fishy Out There
Chapter 23: The West Fjords
Chapter 24: Back Home in Reykjavik
Chapter 25: Mother Falls into Volcanic Crevasse
Chapter 26: Ollie the Bully
Chapter 27: Christmas
Chapter 28: Jólasveinarnir The Yule Lads
Glossary
Icelandic Language
About the Author
Other Books by the Author
Chapter 1
The Trölls are Coming!
The Trölls are Coming!
Ten-year-old Didda and her nine-year old sister, Lilla, sat outside the infirmary that Aunt Thora and Uncle Olaf ran. The adults were inside now busy taking care of fishermen who had nearly drowned in the bay earlier in the week.
I don’t think I want to go to Grandpa’s farm this year.
Lilla said, shaking her curly head. She chewed on a blade of grass and rubbed her left toe in the black lava sand.
What?
Didda’s head jerked up. Why not?
she demanded as she impatiently brushed a dark-brown strand of hair from her freckled nose.
I just don’t like the chickens, or that wicked rooster, or any of those mean cows with their stupid sharp horns,
Lilla frowned. I’ll just stay here. You go and help Sissi with the work.
Didda was silent as she looked around. The large house had an infirmary annex where staff tended the less-critical patients. The medical staff airlifted any patients with major injuries to a larger hospital.
Several white flour-sacks hung on a clothesline had moved slightly in the soft breeze. Over by the tall cliffs were two rusty corrugated sheds, the once-white paint faded to a non-descript gray. Uncle Olaf used one shed to store rakes, scythes and other tools needed to keep what little grass was able to grow. The other held seldom-used bridles and saddles. Their uncle and aunt stayed busy with sick or injured folks at the infirmary and did not ride very often.
It was nice there, but Didda thought there was so much more to do and explore at Grandpa’s. She reached down and selected a broad leaf of grass. Putting it between her left and right thumb she gave a hearty blow, the piercing squeal gave most satisfactory noise that scared up a flock of seagulls. The scowl left Lilla’s face as the two sisters grinned at each other.
Didda squinted as she watched one bird standing on a large lava rock. She stood and stomped her foot to see how it would take off. The bird glided up into the air, its wings spread wide and its feet tucked tight under its body.
Hey Lilla, I have an idea. If we put those flour-sacks on our arms like wings, I bet we could fly, just like those sea gulls up there.
Didda watched as it gracefully swept in a curve, and came in for a landing on another rock a short distance away. Didda could see its webbed yellow feet come down straight and watched as the bird hopped a bit before settling down.
Did you see that? We can do that,
Didda hollered. See? We can climb to the top of the shed, tie the sacks onto our neck, and then just spread our arms out like wings. When we jump, we pull up our knees, just like the birds do their legs. We just jump from the top of one shed to the other and we’ll be flying.
Didda clambered down, excited. She stopped when she realized her sister was not following. Come on Lilla, this will be fun. Grandpa and Sissi will be here later and we can show them how we can fly.
Didda was already climbing. Without warning, small rocks began to rain down from the cliff behind the sheds.
No, no, come down! The roof is shaking!
Lilla shrieked.
Didda felt the shed sway. She heard clattering, as rocks pelted the corrugated roof and sides of the structure. Frantically, Didda scrambled back down yelling to her sister.
Run Lilla, run, it’s an earthquake, the trölls are coming!
Then both ran awkwardly, the ground moving under their feet. It was as if they were on the deck of a ship in a stormy gale. They ran weaving and screaming hysterically. The trölls are coming, the trölls are coming.
As they neared the house, Aunt Thora and Uncle Olaf came running. Aunt Thora reach to hug Lilla, trying to calm her down. The ground continued to roll as if a giant monster-worm was crawling under their feet.
This is just a little tremor, an earthquake. The center of the quake is miles away.
Uncle Olaf said soothingly.
What on earth do you mean ‘the trölls are coming’?
Aunt Thora asked as they hurried into the house.
Didda looked around cautiously. A few pictures were hanging crookedly on the walls. A spoon, two forks and a cup had bounced off the table. The cup was rocking gently on the floor. A small rivulet of coffee ran across the wood floor from the upside down black enameled coffeepot.
What was that? What’s happening?
questioned a gravelly, querulous voice. It was Olga, a blind lady who had been at the infirmary as long as Didda could remember.
Aunt Thora hurried back to reassure the old woman. The girls could hear their aunt’s soothing voice from the next room. Aunt Thora had an easy laughter, great patience, and was the only nurse in the village. She was very striking. Her short black hair had a two-inch wide patch of white above her left eyebrow that went back to just above her left ear. Her right eye was brown and her left eye was blue, like Grand-Amma’s eyes. Aunt Thora’s husband, Uncle Olaf, was the caretaker of the infirmary. He was a quiet, rather powerfully built man that could, and did, handle any difficult patient. Often, his large brown sweater would droop unevenly below his waist, giving him a bedraggled but comfortable look. His greyish-blond hair was thin and receding although he was not old. He and Aunt Thora were both in their mid-thirties and they loved taking care of people, especially their nieces.
When Aunt Thora returned, she straightened a couple of the pictures and watched as Uncle Olaf settled the girls at the table. As he served them bread and milk they began to calm down.
Aunt Thora stopped fiddling with the pictures, turned, and fixed a sharp stare on Didda. Her black eyebrows pulled together and her mouth pursed in a tight frown, she said grimly, I want to know about this tröll nonsense.
Her chin jutted out as she placed her hand on her hips, glancing at Lilla.
Didda keeps telling me the trölls are coming, and I’m scared they’ll get me.
Lilla whimpered.
Crossing her arms, Aunt Thora cocked her head and frowned at Didda. All right, out with it. Why have you been scaring your sister?
This was not good; Auntie did not say Diddamin. The Icelandic way of showing fondness was often to add min
, or mine
to a person’s name. Didda opened her mouth just as the chair under her slid. She yelped and jumped toward her aunt, who opened her arms to catch her. Just a little aftershock, hush now, we’re safe.
The house gave another little shudder and a couple of cook pots clattered on the stove. A few glasses clinked in the cabinet. Then, everything quieted down. Thora forgot about being angry as she rocked Didda from side to side while Olaf comforted Lilla.
Tell me what you have heard about this silly superstition.
Aunt Thora said, gently squeezing Didda’s shoulders.
Uncle Bibbi said trölls live in those big black rocks in Vopnafjörður,
Didda explained. He said it was true because there is a recorded history in the Heimskringlan that the trölls first started here. The volcanos opened up with fire and spit them out.
Didda shuddered.
He told me the trölls will come out when an earthquake makes an opening in the cliffs. The trölls will snatch kids, especially the ones that misbehave. They drag them off to be eaten by ogres.
Didda buried her face in her aunt’s white sweater. She knew she was naughty at times, she was a little stubborn, and sometimes did things she shouldn’t. She was sure she would be the first one to be snatched if the trölls came looking.
Didda felt a little shake go through her aunt’s body. Was she laughing? Anxiously, Didda peeked at her face. Sure enough, her face puckered up in silent mirth.
My brother, Bibbi, I should have known.
Aunt Thora shook her head. That is quite a story. Honey, don’t you know better than to believe his tall tales? But, you really shouldn’t scare your little sister with his stories, or outrageous any ones of your own. I know all about your outrageous imagination.
Thora chuckled again.
You don’t believe the trölls are real?
Didda asked, shocked.
No trolls? The trölls aren’t real?
Lilla asked in a squeaky, trembling voice.
Definitely not real.
Olaf said firmly.
Didda got off her aunt’s lap. With her hands on her hips, she planted her feet apart and with a pugnacious stare, first at aunt, then at her uncle, demanded, You don’t think the trölls are real?
Didda was sure such heresy would bring the wrath of the trölls upon all of them! What about the monster-worm? Everyone knows he is real and lives in the lake not far from the mountains over there.
Didda pointed to the mountain range across the fjord. He is just as bad as the trölls are, causing bad things to happen. I’ve heard people whisper about that one, Auntie.
Didda’s voice rose in indignation.
Uncle Olaf buried his face in Lilla’s hair, trying to hide his smile as Aunt Thora snorted.
You silly goose, of course he’s not real either.
Her aunt was unable to control her laughter. Didda did not like this one bit. She bent forward and looked her aunt straight in the eye, wrinkled her nose, and scrunched her face.
Well, what about the Hidden People?
Didda did not stamp her foot but sure felt like it. She had learned all about Iceland’s history and legends from Uncle Bibbi and could not believe Aunt Thora was sitting there saying the stories were not real.
Uncle Bibbi’s story time was legendary. Didda enjoyed the delicious thrill of fear that crawled up her spine, as Bibbi would drop his voice to a whisper. Hush, listen, don’t you hear the moaning and the wailing?
He would say. Then, curling his fingers into claws, he would suddenly grab her and make her screech with fright.
Then he would become serious. Do not wander too far away from the ruts the cows and horses have made, Diddamin. The animals know their way, but it is easy for folks to get lost out there. When a thick fog comes up suddenly, and that happens so often here in our fjord, I let Thunder take over and guide me home. Always remember, if ever you find yourself lost, let your horse, the dog, or even the old cow, Red, guide you. Take a hold of a tail and don’t let go.
Bibbi was eighteen and, in between unmerciful teasing, he did teach her quite a bit about safety in their remote country.
Seeing Didda‘s posture, Thora stopped laughing. Looking sideways at Olaf, she gnawed at her lower lip as she reached out her hand to the young girl.
I’m sorry, Diddamin. I should not laugh. You are right. Some things cannot be explained, but you can be sure trölls and monsters are not real and you don’t have to be afraid of them. People that believe in
Hidden Folks say that they are kind, and helpful. And there are many tales about those beings, how they have guided folks to safety after they had lost their way on fog-shrouded tundra.
Thora paused a moment, then with a serious look she continued. I have no personal experience with the Hidden, but I do believe in being kind to strangers. Now, what story did you tell Lilla that scared her so?
If I tell the story now, won’t Lilla start screaming? She always screams.
Didda bumped into the stove as she backed away from her aunt.
As if to prove her right, Lilla let out a blood-curdling howl when the big black kettle careened off the stove and crashed noisily to the