Village House

“Those who left the villages and migrated to the city, made a living. Then they came to visit their
villages having had the financial distinction. Some also made distorted and soulless concrete
buildings of the city in their villages to stay during their summer holidays.
Those who stayed in the village as they could not go to the city, took example of the new concrete
houses they’ve seen and destroyed the traditional village houses and buried them in concrete as
well.
The founder of the museum, Kenan Yavuz in his letter goes:
There is no village left, no fountain
Neither the mansion nor the house remained
We destroyed the henna stone and carried concrete from the cities to our villages
Stone and earth meant poverty, and concrete meant wealth!
The apocalypse of our villages has happened.
Grandpa and Grandma
With ŞAmil and Münevver
Mom and Dad
Alime and Mecit
My eight aunts
My sisters and brothers
I was born and raised in this house
The voice of my aunts who love me “my sweetie” in my ears
Thank God for bringing you to this world, my grandmother says in my dreams
At the beginning of the tandoor, I remember my mother’s warm lap, which I pretended to have
fallen asleep so that I would be carried to my bed. The voice of my grandfather, who said “come on
get up it is nearly noon” before the sun actually has even risen, lives in my longing for the loving
looks mixed with anger of my beautiful father, who has prepared an ox cart to go to the field
outside and is waiting for me
I wanted our house to be moved to the centuries to come.
Let it be an example and let there be one village house in the future world
Who knows, maybe our grandchildren will wash these ugly and soulless piles of concrete
And they will rebuild our villages.
This house is an exact replica of the house in which the museum founder Kenan Yavuz was born
and raised in. Having used only stone/wood and soil, the house to date is one of the rarest
authentic Anatolian houses.”