Got to do a dig just across from the caves the dead Sea scrolls were found in. We sifted tons of dirt, and used tooth brushes instead of shovels a lot of the time.
Fond memoties of exhausted but excited people sitting around after that nights dinner speculating on what that days finds mean. What fantastic ideas and stories we came up with.
To the person long ago that lost or threw out that object or trash it was everyday life. But for us it was an exotic glimpse into their lives, a tiny time warp with a window.
I remember a pot we found buried packed full of ashes and chicken bones. Was it garbage? Remains of a sacrifice? Why bury it in a perfectly serviceable sealed pot?
Will we ever know?
LOVE IT!
Most of my friend’s digs were in the States, though some in the ME. They worked on the outhouses in Philadelphia. Her stories were nowhere near as neat.