My Grandma was one of 13 siblings and her parents moved to Miles City Montana before the turn of 1900. Her dad painted pin striping on wagons and later cars.
Bert Clark, (my grandma's closest brother) started a small museum in Red Lodge, Montana. As he reached retirement age, he started parting with things offering them up to family members. My dad who has always loved buffalos ended up with Morris the buffalo. Morris was named by me and my siblings back when my dad brought him home; we named him "Morris" after both a friend of ours from our church and a favorite children's book of ours called "Morris the Moose" (Yup, we know that he's not a moose).
Morris hung out in our house in Bozeman until my parents opened up the retail store on 191. They felt that Morris would fit nicely in the store keeping an eye on all of the pottery (in the early days there was no cafe, just the pottery retail store). At the time, I was living in Colorado, but I came up to help remodel the retail store, and put Morris in his rightful place.
Kathy & I are thrilled that Morris gets to be a part of our story going forward.