I have had my father's and grandfather's walking sticks for 25 years. I also have a couple of my own. They have never been displayed, though I have always wanted to show them off. Yesterday, I decided to hang them up. Something seems to still be lacking, but I like the idea.
Here is my Dad's walking stick. It was made for him by a friend of the family. Daddy was an outdoorsman, so the stick is woodburned with funny images of outdoors adventures.
The smallest stick is PaPa's walking stick. He was a little man of Irish descent. I always think of his walking stick as a leprechaun's shillelagh.
The last two are mine. They are both unfinished. I need to stain the one on the right and the one in the middle on the left needs a little more flouish.
Anyway, this is the first look of my "new" space.