They were old when I grew up with them.

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Tezcatlipoca -- Smoking Mirror :   Giver and taker away of life.  Lord of sorcerers.  Patron of the warrior orders.  His black obsidian eyes see everything in the Universe -- simultaneously.  He is 14" high and 1100 years old.


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Traveling Deity  6" high and 900 years old

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This, with our Meso-American family members, is an appropriate page on which to post this bio information regarding my father.  The immediately preceding pages have photos of some of his excellent fine art work -- and more on his career as a top-flight artist.  The page following this has material on my mother and her family.

"My father, a full-blooded American Indian originally from the Northeast (Mi'kmaq/St. Francis Abenaki/St. Regis Mohawk), was born Frank Gray but, as a child, was adopted and partially raised by William Mackintire Salter and Mary Gibbens Salter, very prominent New England liberals, who changed his name to John Randall Salter.   My mother, an Anglo, was from an old Western "frontier" family. . .

My father, (1898-1978), who, having left the Salter family at 15,  never had any appreciable high school work, was a gifted Native (Micmac/St. Francis Abenaki/St. Regis Mohawk) artist who eventually received three earned academic degrees: B.A. from the Art Institute of Chicago and M.A. and M.F.A. from the University of   Iowa.  Dad, at 15 years of age, was part of an altruistic gun-running operation serving Mexican Indian revolutionaries (soon after the murder of revolutionary President Francisco Madero by the right wing military manipulated by the U.S. oil and mining interests) and spent, at that point, a good deal of dramatic time in Mexico in the service of the Revolution. He formed a very close association with Mexico which lasted throughout his life and, in time, developed close relationships with a number of Mexico's leading artists.  His last year of teaching -- following his retirement from Northern Arizona University -- was  a twelve month stint at the University of Guanajuato.   His last completed oil painting just before his death -- a large and wonderfully colorful semi-abstract -- is Los Locos: eleven costumed Mexican Indian dancers. It hangs today in our living room in Idaho and a photo of it is at the conclusion of this Narrative.

My father was always very much a Native man indeed.   But no one ever pushed him into any stereotyped box."

-- From my Narrative: 

Family Things Continued