I was born and raised in the Ozark Mountains of Arkansas. My birth home was so far back in the mountains even the wild animals sometimes lost their way home. The mountains were so tall it was almost noon before the sun could warm the valley. The green plush valley was filled with Indian artifacts, man's tools of the past. Some artifacts as old as recorded history. My weapon of choice for hunting was my trusted bean flip. My bullets were a pocket full of Indian arrowheads I would find along the creek. Sometimes I would set in the noonday sun and let my imagination run rapped. I could see the Buffalo grazing on the once green fertile prairie. I could see the native Indian surveying the vast herd. I could see the many type of spears used to kill only what the Indian needed for food, clothing and shelter. I could see the past denied me except what my mind would allow me to see. I have a great respect and admiration for the Native American. I adopted a little native American Indian baby boy from an Indian reservation in Wisconsin. This man now of over forty years of age is our pride and joy. My wife and I have made sure he has had every opportunity to make a good life for himself and his family.
Recently one of my dear friend died and I was able to buy his vast collection. It is so large I doubt if I will live long enough to share it all with my Yahoo friends. I had a large collection of pottery of my own but now have over fifty more Indian clay pots, vessels, jars. water bottles, kill pots, storage containers, serving bowls and cooking pots. I have pottery from the Inca, Mayan, Catawba, Caddo, Ben Ching, Egyptian, Cuzco, Anaszi, Hohokam, Casa Grande and other North and South American cultures. Many of the clay pottery are Terra-cotta and some are made of Alabaster from Egypt. I have five Olla pots so large it seem I could set down inside them. one of them is sixty-four inches in circumference. Please look over my store because I am sure you will find something you will want or need.