This bowler hat was my grandfather's which used to be kept in the wardrobe with the mothballs so it always had that certain smell about it. That's a bit like a comedy hat now because the crown has come away and opens up.
But the thing I have that conjures up most memories and is a link between Wales and the world is a suitcase that my father, Ivor Henry Noble, carried when he emigrated to Canada in 1926. In those days you could get a passage for £10 and he went with some cousins.
While he was there he worked as a cowboy, a miner, a logger - I have a picture somewhere of him looking every inch the cowboy - the cheroot, the stubble - until you got to his forehead where he has this Welsh "dai" cap on the top.
I contacted the Canadian authorities once to find out more, as he never specifically spoke about his experiences. They were able to tell me the exact date and place he arrived - June 25, 1926 at Quebec - and the ship he went on, the SS Montrose.