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.
5 comments:
I love these!
(I had the idea years ago to make glass walking sticks- the idea that the journey can sometimes be fragile, or something like that… I pictured them hung on the wall, just as you have done with your real ones. I don't blow glass, so I'm not sure how I was planning on making them…) :D
What a treasure. How fabulous that you have saved these for so many years and the wood burning is so unusual. I'm always on the lookout for saplings that become wrapped around with vine because they make the best twisted walking sticks don't you think? I never have a saw with me though.
Glass walking sticks.
Too cool! I can picture a whole range of them hanging. Wow.
Barbara...I know what you mean about the "no saw" thing. I found this stick and decided I had to come back and get it.
Great idea!!!!! it will just be great to look over and have yours between your dad and Papas!!! i love that!
Such a great idea to hang these very special walking sticks on the wall for both a decotative touch and to enjoy their sentimental beauty!
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