I left Barbados in 1958 on the Surriento, an Italian migrant passenger liner. As I was boarding the ship, my grandmother gave me an embroidered handkerchief with something wrapped inside. She told me not to open it until I arrived in the mother country. I opened the little bundle on the train to Victoria and… Read more
I use prayer beads every day, all the time when I can and when I feel like it. Not only in the mosque but also on the bus, at home and at work. These actually belong to my brother but we share everything as what belongs to him belongs to me. We are family. Return… Read more
I bought these in Chincheros in Cuzco, Peru. They are made by Incan women from remote communities who sell them to help raise their families. I bought this little pottery bowl when I was a child living in Independencia in Peru and it came with me to England because it reminds me of my origins.… Read more
This bag was a present from a friend who brought it back from Colombia last August and gave it to me for my seventy- second birthday. It was handwoven on a loom by the Wayuu, the indigenous people of Colombia. It’s special to me because it reminds me of my country. Return to Keepsakes gallery Read more
