We were talking about how simple things folks have around the house often hold complex bundles of meanings and stories. The items may be beautiful in themselves…or sometimes not… the stories evoking laughter, sorrow but mostly happy memories.
This is the first in a occasional series of posts exploring the hidden story of favourite things.
The Hallstatt Angels
In the 60’s my Mother was backpacking around Austria. Any souvenirs had to be light as they need to be carried as the walking tour continued over the Austrian mountains. She saw these two angels in Hallstatt (the name is marked on the base), fell in love with them and popped them in her backpack wrapped in a spare shirt.
I have always loved the Hallstatt angels because their markings and colours are so ‘contemporary’ so mid-century modern. For my Mother they are a reminder of a time when a days walking over mountains with a heavy backpack was not only achievable but great fun too. They conjure up memories of Austrian bread that tasted so good after a days walking, Austrian apricot liqueur and an adventure that was exotic before (just) the days of popular tourist travel.