I ask you to forgive me, as I was, I realize now, way too harsh and, in a way, presumptuous . I should learn to not judge people's intentions/motives. Forgive me, please.
At the same time, this is not something I'm used too. I've been in enough old old people's homes in Transylvania, Romania. On entering many of these modest houses one could think he stepped back in time by a couple of centuries-no electricity, no running water, no modern device whatsoever etc. On the eastern wall there would be a small, lithographed icon, or one painted on glass, sometimes a little Cross, but nothing that lavish as I see around here in America. To each his own, but I still think that there is still something more authentic in what I've experienced there. But that, perhaps, has more to do with the fact that there were no aesthetickal concerns involved, not much choice involved, not much awareness about it, just a custom followed out of a most blessed inertia, rather than with the number of the icons, in itself, I would say.