Near Ephesus, we had lunch in a folk museum."
My first impression was of a cheesy tourist trap. Because the owner
is a friend) of our tour leader (a school teacher, who does this as
part of the Gulen movement), I managed to keep myself open to a much
more beautiful reality.
This woman (photo) served us lunch and tea, then took us around the
models that her father spent twenty years building. They are
depictions of village life in their native region of central Anatolia.
Several life-sized vignettes, and a huge diorama in miniature depict
ordinary life and celebrations, realistic of the 1950's.
Using paper mâché, human hair (hers) rich memories, and a
schoolteacher's love of storytelling, her father labored away his free
time for over two decades to produce this. People who know me know
that I don't "pick up on" unspoken feelings easily, but even I could
feel the daughter's joyful love as she took us from exhibit to exhibit.
Love, it seems, can fill the most unlikely of places.
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