It's the broken shards of a little jar that was accidentally broken awhile back. The only thing on the jar was Chekoslovakia written across the bottom and some sort of stamped on stock number. It sat in my great grandmothers house for as long as my mother could remember and for about as long as *I* could remember, it's sat in mine.
I was really upset when it was broken, without having any idea how old it was or who it originally belonged to. I'm actually determined to find another.
And I liked this one. I never intended to have my arm in it.. I was just going to chop out the adjusted face piece... but for some reason.. I dig it. The string puller feel.