I was introduced to turtles by my dear Nana. She named her pet turtle Moses, after the prophet. He began his life very small, the size of a quarter, a refugee from the local pet shop. He lived in a fish bowl in my Nana’s kitchen. I don’t know what she was feeding him but he soon outgrew this vessel. It wasn’t long until Moses was spending his winters in an aquarium and holidaying in the backyard pond with the goldfish during the summers!
In the 1950s, my Great Auntie’s, Winnie and Queenie, travelled to the Bahamas and brought home this hand carved wooden treasure. Who would have thought this turtle would escape my mom’s linen closet only to find its way home again to the Exumas. The most majestic exquisite sea turtle.