The museum that is somebody’s house

Two families in Turtuk turned their homes into museums. No curator, no grant, no wall text. Just an entrance fee, a family member walking you through, and objects that are still, technically, in use in the house around you.

The obvious reading is that this is tourism-driven heritage-making, and that reading is not wrong exactly. It just misses the order events happened in. The collecting started before the visitors did. What tourism supplied wasn’t the motive. It supplied a vocabulary, a way of describing something the family was already doing, in terms an outsider would recognise and pay for.