Buffalo NY sucks........I'm glad as the devil to be out of there. I could care less what they call it. Actually, I call it one heck of a bad investment.
Ive never been there but I have never heard anything good. A local sports radio host here in Colorado used to cover the Buffalo Bills when he lived there. Every so often he will go on some rant about how terrible Buffalo is. It gets to be entertaining.
The indian head nickel was a composite, Bella Pratt's indian was a single person, Chief Hollow Horn Bear. He was a Lakota. the headress and bear claw necklace were Sioux and were provided by Edward E Smith a photographer from Bonham TX. Since the west was settled by European immigrants that were familiar withthe European Bison, why would they have call it a buffalo? They weren't familiar withthe African or Asian animals, and the American Bison IS similar in appearance to the European bison. So why buffalo?
Nor was there mention of the FACT that there is no such thing as a "Native American". It's nothing more than a fluffy term used to describe those who've been here longer than others. Oh, and I just happen to be posting this while in the territory of the "S***** Nation of INDIANS".
I was born here. My parents were born here. Does that not make me a native American? Oh and I dont know about you, but I have never taken any land, let alone anything that wasnt mine. Nor have I ever owned anyone, but that is a different conversaton I guess
We didn't want to come to terms with the native name. As Kevin Costner said it "Ta Tonka" I hope this is ok. My newest Native Buffalo. Just to keep this coin related.
Native American is a political term. I'm native American! Born and raised here. I say, let's keep to the coin theme.
All I know is that in the early 1960s my father's store was located in the 2500 block of Biscayne Boulevard north of downtown Miami. Next store was a ballet school run by fairly recent Cuban immigrants. In the mid to late afternoon they had ballet classes for young Cuban children. One afternoon as the class was beginning on the opposite side of our south wall upon which hung their balancing bar, a familiar sound began …rumble …rumble …rumble …as the young ladies lifted their legs to the bar. A new customer to our shop asked, "What the hell is that?" Our manager calmly replied, "That's where we keep our buffalos!"