Over
the years Mike and I have tried to keep as souvenirs of our travels something
indicative of the region, small and light...something we find especially beautiful
or useful or that just reminds us of the places we've been. More often than not, I'm the one that strays
from the path of reason -- although Mike has had his moments. For example, that harpoon he had to have when
we were in Alaska. The shop keeper did
convince us to ship it home, and it worked out just fine. I, on the other hand, have been known to be
unwilling to allow the object of my desire be removed from my "hot little
hands" and have insisted that "I can get it home." The results?
Some fragile, awkward, heavy, or unwieldy objects have made the trip
home with us (OK, mostly with me) by ship, train, or plane. On occasion I have
even tested the boundaries of the RV...glassware from West Virginia, or a
pull-down classroom map from Kansas, but those hardly count against me.
Eons ago while in college at Central Methodist (now CMU) I had the opportunity to spend a month in England for a class between semesters. It was a fantastic experience visiting Parliament, Big Ben, the Tower of London. And because my mother raised me right I spent any free time seeking out antique venues along streets like Portobello Road. On one such excursion I came across a cut glass cruet set that I decided would be a perfect gift for my folks. Why I thought they needed a cruet set on the kitchen table next to the French's Mustard and the Heinz Ketchup I don't know but at the time it made sense. When I proudly showed my purchase to our adored sponsor, Mrs. Forderhase, an English Professor, she just smiled and shook her head, murmuring "Well, at least it isn't a wedding dress." (Apparently, the previous year a young woman, who was not engaged, had purchased a wedding dress.) Mrs. Forderhase admired the beauty of the cut glass and assured me that my parents would love it. The only caveat was that it could not go in the luggage. I would have to hand-carry it. This was day three one of a four-week train odyssey...but those cruets made it home unscathed.
Cut-glass cruets from England, purchased 43 years ago, still have a place in my Mom's dining room |
A few of our hand-made (and HAND-CARRIED) Mexican tiles adorn our kitchen back splash |
There
are those finds that are not extremely fragile or heavy but just awkward. On a bus trip through Eastern Europe with my
folks, we enjoyed visiting everything from ancient cathedrals to farmers'
markets. One day while in a small town
in Hungary, while Dad and the rest of the tour group had lunch, Mom and I
scurried off to visit the lively local weekly market in the town square. We returned with a handmade basket used
locally to carry vegetables. One thing about carrying a sturdy wooden
basket-across hundreds of miles in a bus - you can put lots of other finds in
it. Today that basket hangs next to an antique egg basket in the hallway arch
at Mom and Dad's farm.
I don't remember for certain, but I'd be willing to bet that by the time we got this basket back from Hungary, it was filled with lots of other treasures from our trip |
One
would think that time and experience would teach a lesson. But as we grow older we simply become more of
who we are. I still have a penchant to bring that "prize" home - regardless
of the momentary inconvenience. While in
the city of Hue in Vietnam, Mike and I had the privilege of observing a
talented craftswoman create a conical hat that when held to the light tells a
poetical story. The young woman sat on the floor and using her feet and her one
arm, created her masterpieces. (See our
January 14, 2014 blog Nón Lá Cúa Viȇt Nam) The experience of
watching her create the non bai tho (literally translated "poem conical hat")
which is produced only in the city of Hue made it unthinkable that we leave
without purchasing one (well, actually, two). It was a bit inconvenient carrying them on the
remainder of the trip and wearing them on board several different flights on the
way home...inconvenient, but well worth it.
The inside of a conical hat. |
Despite missing her right hand, this artisan weaves beautiful conical hats, and can make about two hats each day |
A "trademark" of the hats made in Hue. When you hold them up to light, you can see a scene "woven" into the hat - in this case, a pagoda. |
Too fragile to pack, I wore both of these hats, one atop the other, on our flights home from Vietnam |
Rarely
do you get a second chance to buy a treasured object. When you see "the" item that you
just have to have, you need to buy it.
You can't say "no" to fate and you can't over-think it, no matter
how illogical the purchase or the circumstances. While travelling in the state of Rajasthan, in India, our group of sixteen stopped
at Dastkar, a self-help initiative that provides jobs for skilled local
women. I had purchased a few manageable
gifts but had decided against buying a lovely folk-art handmade quilt because
it was very bulky and rather heavy. But
as we boarded our bus, one of the group had to go back to use the restroom, and
we were told there would be a delay of about fifteen minutes. Our guide commented to me that I could have
bought the quilt and mailed it home.
Back off the bus I went; into the shop and, with uncharacteristic
speed, bought the quilt. Sometime later
the same day, the guide told me that I must have misunderstood him. No, we wouldn't have an opportunity to go to
a post office, much less pack up the quilt for shipping. And no, it couldn't go
in the bus' luggage compartment, since we were each only allowed one checked
bag. I lovingly lugged it with me the rest of the trip. More than once I thought our guide was
laughing under his breath. But, hey,
it's okay. I brought it all the way home
on the plane and I still think it is lovely.
My quilt from India |
Working on a quilt. These women can sit like this for hours while they work |
Regardless of the job, the women wear their beautiful and colorful saris to work every day. I even saw one woman making charcoal and she was dressed in the most gorgeous blue color. |
Since the women's self-help co-op is close to a tiger preserve, it is only natural that a tiger figures prominently in the quilt. Note the intricate work around the border |
Like
the pictures that you take and the new friends that you make, the "perhaps
impractical" souvenirs that you bring home -- no matter how you get them
home -- are all part of your Road Stories.
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