Canes

A collector of many things, his staffs and canes were the most precious to him Many were made by his father many years ago, other found and given on a whim. They found homes in every nook and cranny I doubt I’ve even seen them all; he had so many. We loved to bring them to him from our many vacations He would bring them to church and show them off. Snow, rain, or sun, he always took one along The tapping noises were like the beat of a song.