I’ve noticed since I retired that my house isn’t decorated like most people’s houses.
I guess I always knew that, even when on active duty. But back then, most of the houses I visited belonged to other people in the Army. They decorated like we did.
When my sister-in-law would visit, she had remarks about how all of our artwork was about battles. I generally ignored her. Why should I worry about my sister-in-law?
A P-38 can opener is on one of those chains. We have a quilted flag my wife made with stars for friends deployed to Iraq and Afghanistan in one room. Small prints of a door, a shepherd, and an old woman from Germany hang in the dining room. I guess the kindest way to describe this conglomeration is to say that it is eclectic. I think that means there is little rhyme or reason to the arrangement of the entire collection.
Nonetheless, it means plenty to us, even if no one else sees much value in it. Other than using it for firewood, the wooden shovel isn’t good for much else.
The gong is useful for alerting children to the need to do something, but they never seem to understand the humor and uniqueness of my beating of a brass gong with a wooden mallet.
At least I did manage to get rid of the plastic water bucket with a hole in the bottom that my better half scrounged from a German junk pile one night. She’s quite a scavenger! I suppose we’ll keep this stuff whether anyone else understands it or not.__________________________