BosnMate
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- Sep 10, 2010
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I got her finished. Kind of looks cluttered, but then I'm a cluttered kind of an old boy.
I had some pictures on top of the book shelves, but decided to display some of my relics. Over the years, all these relics have been shown and told about on the Native American section of TN. The beads in the center frame were all found by me during WWII when the army had placed a gun emplacement right in the middle of an Indian mound, and when they left, us kids played in it, and found all sorts of stuff. I brought the beads home, and mom saved them for me, otherwise they would have been long gone. All but one or two of the points were found by me over the years. The bear claw neckless came from the same bear whose head adorns the wall. I killed that bear using a muzzleloading rifle, a .62 caliber cap lock, knock off of an English sporting rifle. The pottery bowl has been in the family ever since 1906 or so. It has a price penciled on the bottom, the code telling how much the guy paid for it, and a price of $6. I'm thinking $6 in 1906 was probably a weeks wages, so grandma wanted that pot pretty bad. There's a song from around the 1870's I think, anyhow, some of the words are: "A dollar a day and beans and hay, in the regular army O." What ever, $6 was a lot of money at that time. When I was a kid, it held the screen door open, and we kicked it around with out feet to get it out of the way. The beads hanging by the pot are authentic trade beads.
The rifle is an antique, as is the pistol. The pouch and horn are not, but the patch knife is an original folder. The powder flask is original. The book ends are a miniature rifle and tomahawk that I think is really neat. The rock on the left was taken from private property with permission as were the detector finds next to it. Kit Carson probably died within feet of that rock on the Arkansas River in Colorado. It's private property so I'm not saying anymore, except the owner was my daughters step dad at one time. Look up where Carson died and you will find out where I was.
The knife above the rifle on the right is also a very old, hand made dagger. I should take some close ups of it and tell the story, because I've already gone on to long here.
I had some pictures on top of the book shelves, but decided to display some of my relics. Over the years, all these relics have been shown and told about on the Native American section of TN. The beads in the center frame were all found by me during WWII when the army had placed a gun emplacement right in the middle of an Indian mound, and when they left, us kids played in it, and found all sorts of stuff. I brought the beads home, and mom saved them for me, otherwise they would have been long gone. All but one or two of the points were found by me over the years. The bear claw neckless came from the same bear whose head adorns the wall. I killed that bear using a muzzleloading rifle, a .62 caliber cap lock, knock off of an English sporting rifle. The pottery bowl has been in the family ever since 1906 or so. It has a price penciled on the bottom, the code telling how much the guy paid for it, and a price of $6. I'm thinking $6 in 1906 was probably a weeks wages, so grandma wanted that pot pretty bad. There's a song from around the 1870's I think, anyhow, some of the words are: "A dollar a day and beans and hay, in the regular army O." What ever, $6 was a lot of money at that time. When I was a kid, it held the screen door open, and we kicked it around with out feet to get it out of the way. The beads hanging by the pot are authentic trade beads.
The rifle is an antique, as is the pistol. The pouch and horn are not, but the patch knife is an original folder. The powder flask is original. The book ends are a miniature rifle and tomahawk that I think is really neat. The rock on the left was taken from private property with permission as were the detector finds next to it. Kit Carson probably died within feet of that rock on the Arkansas River in Colorado. It's private property so I'm not saying anymore, except the owner was my daughters step dad at one time. Look up where Carson died and you will find out where I was.
The knife above the rifle on the right is also a very old, hand made dagger. I should take some close ups of it and tell the story, because I've already gone on to long here.
Maybe hang up a few old traps?
