Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a burial!!
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ink_n_impHow many times in your life are you going to be able to think in a panicked manner; "Holy shit, I just put a trowel through his head."
Hopefully, not too many. But I got to today. And my brain is still running around like an puppy with ADD who just got a sniff of crack.
The possible grave unit we were excavating is no longer a possible anything. It is a BURIAL. And (ok, I lied, there's one more possible) possibly of a Revolutionary War soldier (you all have homework...look up "Fishkill Depot", or for that matter the Van Wyck House and see what you find. That's what I've been digging around for the last MONTH. GO!!)
However...I DID manage to put my trowel through the cranium. Or to be more precise, I was troweling the dirt, and a segment of the cranial bone about the size of a quarter popped out of the ground, leaving a hole that revealed nothing but dark VOID below. Bill (one of the Bills I'm working with out there) and I both screamed like girls. One wouldn't think you could be scared shitless when you're lying on your stomach reaching into a grave shaft to dig it out centimeter by centimeter; in fact, it's generally tedious and exhaustign work. But as soon as the bone suddenly appeared we both just STARED at it, afraid of touching it, of BREATHING on it, lest we damage the bone more.
We called the county Medical Examiner, and they sent a fellow out to make sure it wasn't a modern homicide. He gave us the ok to continue digging.
Afterwards, Bill (the one that screamed like a girl with me) and I went to the Mexican resturant across the street to sit at the bar, drink a shot and a beer and just fucking wrap our minds around the brand new AWESOME that just hit us in the face.
That is all.
Hopefully, not too many. But I got to today. And my brain is still running around like an puppy with ADD who just got a sniff of crack.
The possible grave unit we were excavating is no longer a possible anything. It is a BURIAL. And (ok, I lied, there's one more possible) possibly of a Revolutionary War soldier (you all have homework...look up "Fishkill Depot", or for that matter the Van Wyck House and see what you find. That's what I've been digging around for the last MONTH. GO!!)
However...I DID manage to put my trowel through the cranium. Or to be more precise, I was troweling the dirt, and a segment of the cranial bone about the size of a quarter popped out of the ground, leaving a hole that revealed nothing but dark VOID below. Bill (one of the Bills I'm working with out there) and I both screamed like girls. One wouldn't think you could be scared shitless when you're lying on your stomach reaching into a grave shaft to dig it out centimeter by centimeter; in fact, it's generally tedious and exhaustign work. But as soon as the bone suddenly appeared we both just STARED at it, afraid of touching it, of BREATHING on it, lest we damage the bone more.
We called the county Medical Examiner, and they sent a fellow out to make sure it wasn't a modern homicide. He gave us the ok to continue digging.
Afterwards, Bill (the one that screamed like a girl with me) and I went to the Mexican resturant across the street to sit at the bar, drink a shot and a beer and just fucking wrap our minds around the brand new AWESOME that just hit us in the face.
That is all.
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Date: 2007-11-08 12:28 am (UTC)Congratulations!
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Date: 2007-11-08 06:01 pm (UTC)