When I was little I remember going on a shopping trip to one of the food markets in Ulus, Ankara’s old town. The steep, winding streets that follow the curve of the ancient hill are lined with different types of wares depending on the area. In one it might might be mostly traditional copper wares, with men sitting
outside, repairing and tinning copper vessels for a new lifespan. On another block it might be mostly spices mounded high in bins. Brightly coloured clothing, plastic household goods, carpets that are rolled and are fragrantly woolly… it’s all there in Ulus, you just have to know which street to wander down.
This was not only on the other side of the world, but in another century… so I am a little fuzzy on the details of this particular Ulus adventure. However, I do remember stepping away from my mother in an area filled with beautiful pyramids of fruit under sunlit umbrellas. I knew just where she was, and wasn’t worried at all.
Looking back on the incident with the clarity of years, I think she thought she had lost me, and when I reappeared she was exceptionally happy to see me again. She didn’t scold me, at all… but in her relief she did let me pick out a piece of honeyfilled, waxy honeycomb from the jar she had just bought. I must have been very sticky as I happily extracted all the honey from the soft beeswax, but she didn’t mind a bit.
Isn’t it funny the moments that stick in our memory? It’s impossible to predict what minute incident will simply engrave itself and be there forever.
Clockwise from clasp: “Troll Tree Lock”, “Unique”, “Unique”, “Unique Amber”, “Happy Fish”, “Honey Dawn”, “Unique”, “Unique Amber”, “Mocha”, “Dew Drops”, “Smoky Quartz”, “Drifting Seeds”, “Harmony”, “Unique Amber”, “Unique”, “Unique Amber”, “Kaleidoscope”, “Unique Amber”, “Scirocco”, “Unique”.