Fragments of Childhood

My grandfather passed away when I was very young. I don't have many memories of him, but the one constant I do remember was his canes. He kept them in a tall stand by the front door of their home, but he would always have one in hand. My sister and I would gather on the carpet in the lounge, and he would shuffle over, surrounded by the faint sweet smell of pipe tobacco. He would sit down and gently place his cane against the green suede arm of his reading chair, and I would admire it as he read us stories. Every time I see a cane, I think of the beautiful adventures we shared through the pages of children's books all those years ago. --- We all have our own journeys, and with that, our...View all