Precious Hands

Have you ever stopped long enough to ponder what hands of loved ones have done an how the legacy of their hands might effect you?

When my Grandmother died, my dear Grandfather took her riding gloves and encased them in this frame. Grandmother was an Arabian horse lover and while living in upstate NY she volunteered at a school for children with cerebral palsy teaching them how to ride horses.

Just recently, I found the old garden tool. It was my grandfathers and am wondering if it might have been brought over from the farm of his childhood in Germany.