Friday, September 16, 2011
There were several pieces of old locally made pottery and a few locally woven baskets, but what caught my eye was this little pile of mostly sweetgrass baskets from around 1920 that had somehow traveled so far away home; Maine all the way to Montana. The two above I’d call sewing baskets. They looked out of place in Montana – kinda like dried lobster pemmican with blueberries.
