These cane products were given to my father circa 1950 by a Burmese lady. This lady had come to Bangalore to study. Her English was very poor. My father noticed this and took her under his wing and strengthened her command over the language. My father didn't accept the money that she offered to him. The next time she went home and came back, she brought this set as a gift. In our family, the cradle comes out during Janmashtami/Gokulashtami. Baby Krishna is placed in it for the puja. Flowers are put in the plates. That tradition I still continue. Apart from the two baskets shown, there was another one slightly bigger. My mother used it to pluck flowers from our garden for her morning puja.
This is a Sindur (vermilion) box which was given to me by my mother in law who got this from her own mother in law. This actually is a family heirloom started by my great great grand mother in law to welcome the new bride in the family. Perhaps 150 yrs old, this will now be passed on to my daughter in law as a family tradition. 'Beloved Daughter in law' is inscribed in Bengali script on the lid of the box.
The cane basket is called Madi Petti, my mother in law dried her clothes the previous day and stored inside the box without touching by hand, using a stick, so that she could start her puja next morning. The rose wood stool and chairs were carved by prisoners of Salem Jail, where our grandfather was Superintendent.
The cast iron charcoal stove called Kumutti Aduppu was used before the cylinder gas entered the household. It was used later for making live charcoal for Srardh ceremony of elders. It still works for roasting papads. We are very proud of displaying them around as each one has a memory.
Bunch of rusted keys that keep my memories fresh. I picked this from my grandpa's garage at home in Kerala. It was for an old wooden cupboard in the garage for all the tools. The garage and cupboard were broken down, but I still have the keys.
These ceramic pieces were gifted to me by my friend's daughter Shubha who is no more. She was such a devoted and affectionate only daughter to her parents and an adorable girl. She made and baked these two Katoris herself. We call them Dhonnai in Tamil. Normally on rituals we make them out of leaves to keep Akshadai, rice with kum kum.
Just after her visit, I heard that due to some rare disease, that young girl of 30 had passed away. Whenever I see these pieces I am reminded of that lovely face and her unconditional love for every one. I treasure them dearly.
Thank you Chithra, never get tired of seeing old collection. We cherish such memories.