This is a cane I made for my mother, Bette Rowell, at her doctor's recommendation.

My sister, Yolanda, told me, "Mom's doctor suggested she start using a cane. She doesn't want to. But if you make her one, she'll use it." And so I did and she did. Mom said the lady at the top was reaching out with a helping hand.

When Mom could no longer walk with or without the cane, she gave it to my sister, Yvonne, who had her left leg amputated. When Yvonne passed in 2015, I gave it to my friend, Dick Martin, in Bellevue, Nebraska. After Dick went to his reward, Dick's wife, Peggy, inherited it.