by Erika Hoffman<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo more tacky souvenirs for me!\u201d exclaimed the woman in front of me as we waited for the tender to motor us to our ship.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
There was a time in my life or several times when I thought this way, too. Usually, those epiphanies occurred when cleaning up the attic, a basement, or overflowing drawers in the guest bedroom. I\u2019d realize how I should become more minimalist in my interior design. I\u2019d ponder how I enjoy going to my friends\u2019 homes where they have essential furniture, the right amount of framed pictures on the walls, and no tacky coasters or silly lacey, foreign antimacassars littering their living space.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yet\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As they say nowadays, \u201cYou be you,\u201d so\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSouvenir\u201d in French is the infinitive for the verb \u201cremember.\u201d A souvenir is a keepsake, a memento, a reminder of something you thought worth recalling afterwards. Some folks call them knick-knacks if they are expensive like Hummels or Lladros figurines. Some folks call a souvenir a \u201ctchotchke\u201d if it\u2019s cheaper and not artistic. Some call whatnots clutter. Junk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Junk is stuff Marie Kondo would say to discard because it no longer gives you joy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Yet, as I go to wash my dishes and pick up a tea towel picturing two storks and a baby stork with the word \u201cStrasbourg\u201d underneath, I recall driving down a long boulevard lined with trees containing huge stork nests. Hanging on my rack next to the French remembrance is a plainer towel with words in red print saying \u201cLamy\u2019s Diner,\u201d and immediately I\u2019m transported to the Henry Ford Museum in Detroit we toured when we visited our grown daughter and her family. Over to the side of my stove is the green towel I used last night with pictures of the Stowe Gardens, Cliveden, Waddesdon Manor, and other historical sights of the Chilterns, a keepsake from my trip to Oxford University with an alumni program to learn about the Egyptian treasures the British display in museums and now debate returning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Would these memories so efficiently and quickly return to me without these reminders?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I have tee shirts, which say \u201cLaissez le Bontemps Rouler\u201d from New Orleans, \u201cCarpe Diem Manana\u201d from Albuquerque, and \u201cBorn in the USA- a long time ago\u201d from my days of volunteering at my kids\u2019 schools to teach the US Presidents so that each kid knew at least the name of each man wearing that title. In my dining room are tiles from Sicily, placemats with the Austrian Sacher Torte recipe, and mosaic tiles from Turkey. Not all my collectibles are trinkets. I was plied with Turkish wine in Kusadasi, and I have a Persian rug bought there \u2013 proof of my inability to hold my liquor. Totes abound with names of cruise ships or names of tourist sights. Same is true of my keychains, which I use. I have a picture frame labeled Cape Town; in it, my husband and I are smiling with a huge Ferris Wheel in the background.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What is it we visit on our exotic trips if not memorials, cairns, landmarks to remind nations of their heroes, their historical events, or their religious philosophies? Is not the Washington Monument a cenotaph, which is a special structure built to remind people of a dead person buried somewhere else? Did we not recently visit relics in Sicily and see where bones of saints like Saint Andrew are kept? In a way aren\u2019t historical sites, like the excavated Herculaneum, a memorial to the ancient BC civilization in Italy?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So, whether you purchase an objet d\u2019art from a local artist of the place you\u2019re touring or buy an inexpensive trinket on the street from a sidewalk merchant or a bibelot like a cameo in Sorrentino, realize that it will elicit moments of joy throughout your life whenever you handle it. It might be only a small soap container, shaped like a bathtub with painted flowers on the side that you picked up in Budapest, but it will create \u201cd\u00e9j\u00e0 vu\u201d each time you reach for the lemon soap you picked up in Positano, Italy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What are awards, accolades, distinctions, even honorariums but souvenirs of something you accomplished? You want to relive that moment in the spotlight, that taste of success, that feeling of being appreciated. Whether it be a piece of whimsy pottery or a frilly dress adorned with images of lemons, these are conversation pieces that can become as important as those Little League trophies of your kids you proudly display in a curio case.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
We, humans, are sentient beings. It\u2019s why we give favors at parties, weddings, and other important life events. We want to recollect the moments of our lives long after they have passed. What is a diamond engagement ring if not a souvenir of love?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
So, ignore those who discourage you from collecting your doodads. Take a trip. Return with the \u201cbooty.\u201d Then, don\u2019t tuck it away! Each night, use those placemats depicting squirrelfish, seahorses, and blue marlin. As you munch on your tuna fish casserole, you won\u2019t feel the grind of mundane life; instead, you\u2019ll find yourself luxuriously snorkeling in the blue Bahamas, at one with the universe. All for the price of a plastic placemat!<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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