I think I learned more in forty-five minutes listening to this man, than I have learned in all of my schooling about Native Americans.
This young man is the proud owner of this bow, given to him by his father. He hopes to use it one day, he says, when he's a little older.
This sweet girl has Native American blood, and she told me she loved learning of her culture (in Kindergarten words).
We all would have been asleep if he would have continued playing this flute any longer. Your children were mesmerized, as was I. Thank you Mr. Gilbert! (I would attempt to write your Cherokee name, but I wouldn't want to disgrace it!)