My father built this rocking horse for Shea when he was a baby. My brother, Bob- the family artist, painted its oh-so-realistic looking eye. Our family has moved three times in three years. We went from a three bedroom house to living in one bedroom in Rich's Dad's house to a two bedroom house to all of Rich's Dad's house. We've gotten rid of many things in each of those moves. Rich asked each time we moved if we really needed to keep the rocking horse. I lobbied hard in favor of the rocking horse... and I was right.
Thank you Grandpa!