For years this cane collection was sitting in the basement of my childhood farm home in Illinois, My dad told me it was my grandfather's collection. It wasn't! 15 moths ago I discovered, by family research, this collection was my great grandfathers cane collection. It was twice as big as you see in this picture.

The story is of Nebraska USA's historic interests. As pioneers migrated westward, they stopped to refresh supplies in the south east corner of Nebraska, Dawson Nebraska, today! They traded what they had for supplies.
My great grandfather accepted canes for payment! Those canes came from all over Europe. Each cane has a story that is now lost forever. My great grandfather knew the story behind each cane. He took that information with him when he died.
When I was a boy, I used them as ball bats to hit rocks out in the field. I destroyed some really valuable canes, hand carved with intricate details! The rest are scattered about in all the families, and they don't realize the historical significance.
This collection is at the home of my nephew who had no idea about the story behind the canes! Now he does! They will be well taken care of and displayed with honor!