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I remember having necklaces made from those beads.
I remember these. We used to rub them on the ground to make them hot and then see if you could attract someone’s attention with them. I don’t remember what we called them though.
My group of friends used to call these
“buck-beads”… no idea why….. and one of the main trails
joining a few of our houses through the bush was ‘buck-bead trail” for obvious reasons.
They were treasured just like our fire-tatooed spears
and chunks of quartz dug out of the gravel road.
Now that you mention it Buck Beads seems right. I remember that quartz also for those that lived up “on the hill”.
I remember them as buck beads also. I got one stuck down the my ear canal and Margaret Castello(sp) took it out with a hair pin.