My Grandmother...one of the so-called "full-blooded" Cherokee, who broke from the band of Cherokee walking the trail of tears. Grannys' story, not mine...Granny claimed the group maintained a low-profile for a hundred or so years, she was born in the 1890's, then began to show themselves....for example....My earliest memories of Granny are from Flemming, Ga...turns out the U.S. Military leased a great deal of Fort Stewart from her...My next were when in the early 1960s she bought a great deal of downtown Savannah, Ga...and...Hilton Head Island, S.C., where I spent most summers and half of my winters.
Grannys' favorite saying was "100% Cherokee Baby"...
Whole Point of this is,,,I remember the walls of her wide hallways were covered in this sort of thing...old hawks, bags, pouches, headgear bows and spears and so on...Granny passed in the late 70s, I have no idea where these wonderful pieces ended up...
The long curved handles meant that the owner had a special medicine.....of course, the longer the handle, the longer the reach...special medicine?...
I remember playing with some of these things as a child, and now constantly kick my own butt for not keeping up with them....in the early 80s there were so many bad guys who had to be chased down and stopped, by the time I could turn my attention to Grannys' stuff, I was 40 and they were long gone....Preserve history when you find it, blink your eye and history will be history..
God Bless
Lee