Mr. H and his odd objects and curiosities

(feels like home)

Unpacking the contents of a house is an arduous task  
but I can finally say after four weeks that the light is at the end of the tunnel. 
The artwork is up and the last of the stray boxes is finding it's way into the garage. 
As I look around me, I smile because I know anyone who enters 
this humble abode will have any number of thoughts. 
It can range from 'cool' (usually generated from teenagers), 
'Oh my goodness' 
'Wow, what an interesting collection of artwork you have'. 
(the adults)
I never know quite how to interpret that one.

For the past 20 years I have called our decorating style 'eclectic' 
but after living in England for a few months 
I feel more akin with 'odd objects and other curiosities'
It is something you might expect here.

(Aboriginal and Maori art)

Our collection started with Mr. H and his time spent in Africa 
as a young man working with the Peace Corps. 
He arrived back to his family home in Connecticut with a 
treasure trove of goodies, saying 
'Mom, look what I bought'.

What is a mother to do? She displays it. 
I have to say at first glance when I met her all those years ago, 
I thought 'better her than me'. I wanted nothing to do with it. 
We were getting married and my tastes were 
definitely going in another direction...
I was thinking 'english country' not 'tribal warfare'.
I was so naive.

(via Elle Decor)

Ten years later... 
and with our second move to Australia, 
I conceded and agreed to a few bark paintings and didgeridoos 
as long as they stayed in the family room 
where I felt they were safe from a discerning eye.  

And then it happened, they added the South Pacific islands
to his business responsibilities and I knew I was in trouble. 
He was as giddy as a school boy at the prospect of traveling 
to places he always dreamed about. 
Tarzan was emerging from the dusty covers 
of his school boy comic books and Jane was getting worried.

He came home one day with a full itinerary. 
He wanted to meet and greet everyone. 
No stone was to be left unturned. 
Of course, many were delighted at the prospect of his arrival 
as they did not have frequent visitors from Headquarters. 
I reminded him of this new technological age 
and he said there was nothing
 like the 'personal connection' with people.

Papua New Guinea was the first port of call and they loved him. 
Actually, it was a gallery owner that loved him as he cleared out the gallery, twice! 
When the first few boxes cleared customs in Australia I was ready to slap
a 'RETURN TO SENDER' sticker on them. 
Mr H mentioned that they had to be fumigated to be rid of pests. 
I was soon to be educated on the trials and tribulation of 'bores', 
an insect that you do not want picnicking in your furniture. 

The day came..."Dad's" treasures had arrived. We had a family unveiling ceremony in our garage. 
Mr H was so so excited. He opened the first box and well, I was speechless, 
the girls started crying and my son thought it was 'cool'. 
It was scary and I could foresee many sleepless nights with children sneaking 
into our bed talking in their sleep about the bogeyman. 
I stated right then and there that we needed a few rules. 
Firstly, their was going to be a new category 
for his artwork and it was ' the office'.

Those days seem so long ago. 
That mask and a 6 foot totem and a few other objets d'art 
are sitting snugly wrapped in various crates in our garage. 
It looks like a scene from an Indiana Jones movie. 

As to the others, well I eventually came around 
after traveling to Papua New Guinea 
and a few other of his 'hot spots' with him.
I could see why he enjoyed them so much.

I went in search of the more friendly looking pieces 
and we came to a peace agreement. 
Jane insisted on a decorator to make it work
 to which Tarzan banged on his chest 
and then happily acceded as he embarked on yet another trip. 
The possibilities were endless now that Jane finally came to her senses...
or so he thought.

I smile with glee as I write this as we are far, far away
 from any land of indigenous art. 
Our trips in the foreseeable future are all based around Europe. 
I am starting to get that niggly feeling 
because he is really excited 
about our trip to Scotland in August 
to see the Royal Edinburgh Military Tattoo 
and he loves bagpipes...
should I be worried?

Images 2-5 taken by me
Images 7-11 taken by me
Images 13-16 taken by me

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