After I had dropped my second and last child at university I felt devastated. My parents were sadly no longer with me and I felt disconnected from my present and past with no plans for the future. I began, as one does at this time, to declutter the house. Whilst doing so, I came across a travel diary of my Great Grandfather, Ivor Gwynne, on my mother, Tegwedd's side. Ivor Gwynne had travelled in some style on the Cunard Liner, the Carmania, across to America in 1913, one year after the Titanic had met its tragic fete. Travel was on my and my husband's agenda, alongside the declutttering, and I started to think about how we could make the process more pleasurable akin to my grandfather's experience. Travel can be stressful and surrounding yourself with beautiful things can keep you calm and happy. Hence the idea of a posh packing cube was born. Involve my children in the company and I would have an excuse to call them!

Grandpa Morris was on my father's side. He was the most kindest, gentlest man I have ever known. Unfortunately he was ill for most of my childhood with Parkinson's Disease. 10% of all profits from Morris and Gwynne are to go to Cure Parkinsons. You can also donate directly using this link.

The Founders...

Posthumous CEO: Mr Ivor Gwynne J.P.

My Great Grandfather, Ivor H. Gwynne (1867–1934) was a Welsh trade unionist and politician. In October 1913 as the TUC delegate to the American Congress of Labour he travelled on the Cunard Ocean Liner the Carmania which was one year after Titanic’s tragic voyage 

My grandfather kept a diary of the trip which we are going to serialise in out blog - look out for this coming up. But below are a couple of extracts from the beginning and end of the journey...

  • Siân Dyer: Head of Voyage & Vision

  • Max: Navigator of Logistics

  • Dora: Creative Director & Visual Storyteller

  • Gozo: HR Director

Leaving Southampton: -Saturday October 18th 1913

Having arrived in Liverpool, I was met by the manager of the Cunard Line who very kindly arranged for special berths for Mrs Greenhall, Mrs Gwynne and myself.  We entered the Carmania which appears like a sailing city with its gorgeous dining rooms, smoke rooms and sitting rooms and practically every accommodation possible.  One could not fail to be struck by the cleanliness and sanitary arrangements of the boat.  It was interesting to watch the crowds on the landing stage at Liverpool, some with smiling faces overrun with joy, others with weeping eyes.  An aged mother here and there as if broken down with grief as they watched a dear and loving son or daughter”.

Arriving in New York:

“When we awoke we were nearing land and there was some excitement.  The passage up the Hudson River is very interesting.  You see the fever hospitals built upon logs and you pass through village after village and the scenery is most beautiful.  At 2.30 we arrive at New York having seen the Statue of Liberty but the confusion in New York to get your baggage through is something.  In my case they only objected to Mrs Gwynne’s hat and the plumes thereon but this we ultimately get through.  The hat they object to is practically valueless.  Here we meet with the representative of the American Federation of Labor and they conduct us to the Hotel Victoria.”