I treasure the gloves my father used to wear. Dad died in 2015 and I found a pair in a closet of my brothers house after he died in October of 2018. I kept them and now wear them in the fall and winter. These are the ones my Dad wore for years. They are brown leather, well worn, stitches intact. Soft and comfortable. Not particularly heavy enough to protect my hands from the often bitter cold of Idaho winters, but warm enough for short walks or for driving to the store.
