Coming to Canada to start a new life meant choosing mementoes from my old one

This First Person article is written by Giselle General, a Filipina Canadianliving in Edmonton. For more information about CBC's First Person stories, please see the FAQ.

When space is at a premium two suitcases, one carry-on and a purse how do you choose the items that will become keepsakes and family remembrances?

In October 1999, when I was eight years old,my family along with dozens of our neighbours were riding a jeepney a public transportation mini-bus when it crashed down the mountain road near Baguio, Philippines. My parents and sister were among the many passengers killed; my brother and I both survived.

Almost eight years later, when relatives decided to sponsor us to Canada, my teenage self had to undertake the difficult but important process of deciding which family keepsakes to bring.I was already wearing some of my parents'clothes as loungewear in the house. Should I bring memories? Functional items? Or a combination of both?

Turns out, I couldn't bring much after being nagged into packing Filipino food and products as gifts for relatives in Canada.

My two check-in bags were stuffed and I managed to fit just a few clothes, personal documents, school awards and three photo albums into my carry-on suitcase. With a broken heart, I hoped that I could bring more when I next came to visit.

My brother, who came to Canada four years later in 2011, didn't get to bring a lot of family items either. But to my surprise and delight, he brought a jewelry box containinga golden wedding cord one of several symbolic items in traditional Filipino Catholic weddings used by our parents when they married in 1989.

I recognized the cord from photos I'd seen of my parents's wedding. "I've really got to find those photo albums," I remember thinking.

My chance came in 2013. When I found the photo albums belonging to my parents and sister, they weremusty from moth balls but to my huge relief still intact. In another relative's home, I also found lots of older, neglected photo albums from our mother's side. These ones were falling apart, damaged by termites, cockroach eggs crusted between the pages, stained by water and rat pee. With no one taking care of them, I decided I would.

With help from my partner, we gathered the photos, dusted them off, spent hundreds of dollars to scan them, and finally brought all the albums back to Canada.

I also found my mother's cross-stitch artwork, still framed, and displayed in one of the houses of my lola (maternal grandmother.) She didn't argue when I removed them from the frames to fit in my luggage.

This time, I had control of what to pack.

In September 2019, my husband and I were married in an intimate, personal celebration that took place on the Patricia Heights Elementary School grounds in Edmonton, in front of a mural I painted two years earlier as part of a community art project.

My brother was the best man and ring bearer. We used my parents' jewelry box to hold our rings and, in addition to the vows, we paid tribute to my parents and sister while holding the golden wedding cord that my parents once used. It was important to me to honour my parents's love something that I witnessed so visibly growing up.

Over the years, my brother and I continue to talk about the family mementoes we've kept and sometimesnegotiate who gets to keep what. I have kept all the photo albums, including his baby album, while he took all the cross-stitch artwork made by our mother. To my amusement, he has taken up cross-stitching himself.

Watch |My parents died when I was a child. Keepsakes help keep my lovefor them alive

First Person | A jewelry box helps keep the memory of my parents alive

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Giselle General's parents were killed in a vehicle accident when she was eight. Photo albums and other treasures are among the few mementoes she brought to Canada that help connect her to family back in the Philippines and the loved ones she has lost.

In the Philippines, All Soul's Day falls on Nov. 2 and is a day when people travel to cemeteries to visit the graves of those who have departed. Canada doesn't have a day like this.

But my unofficial role as the overseas family historian and curator keeping these items in our home and preserving the memories helps make up for this missed tradition.

The wedding jewelry box, with the gold chain inside, stays in my home office, on a shelf with the photo albums and other trinkets brought with me to Canada. And my brother knows he can borrow the jewelry box whenever he wants.

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