Treasured
Read MoreHelen
The clear glass paperweight was made for me by the technicians at the Royal College of Art where I was teaching at the time, it is signed on the bottom and dated 1999. It brings back happy memories of taking desk bound students into the workshops and learning a little about the magic of making.Tessa
I chose the beautiful pair of 18th century pockets from the Museum's collection because of the beauty of their embroidery, and also for the secrets they must once have contained. Originally worn beneath the skirts they represent to me the hidden stories contained in objects that survive from the past to the present day, stories that I explore in my etchings and artwork.Judith
I chose to be photographed with a miner's safety lamp reflecting the long line of colliers in my family going back over 200 years. The safety lamp would have been very important to them, providing some light without the risk of a gas explosion. This particular lamp belonged to my grandfather; as a child I remember him putting it under his car to stop the engine freezing!Alan
I chose to be photographed with my Fender Vintage 1962 Strat. It means a lot to me as it was a present from my wife Judith for my 60th and my son Ian chose it. It is also a source of much joy and frustration - joy as it is a lovely guitar to play, frustration in that I am not a budding Hendrix or Clapton!Heather
I adore my mother's autograph books. It doesn't matter how many times I read through them, they never fail to make me smile. They mention everyday things which mean nothing to today's generation, like the idea of 'spooning' and 'Has anybody got a pin?' Every page contains a wonderful painting, some beautiful words of wisdom or a piece of poetry, all signed by my mother's dearest friends and I feel a strong connection to those long-dead men and women through their autographs. The books date from the 1920s when people took pride in their handwriting, something which will itself soon be a lost art.Patricia
The objects most precious to me are a ring and a locket worn by my mother for many years, which she gave to me several years before she died. The ring is 15-carat gold, which wasn't introduced until 1854, so is unlikely to have belonged to an ancestor earlier than my great-grandmother (1820-92). The locket contains a photo of my mother's brother (1923-44), rear gunner in a Lancaster, whom I never knew, and my Dad (1910-75), who would have lived a lot longer if he hadn't started on the Woodbines when he was 11.