Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jig

We had to leave the excavation early.  It wasn’t our choice and we were never in any danger.  The various universities and their insurance carrier decided we had to leave,only University of Massachusetts, Amherst didn’t go with us, but they left the next day.  We were told in the evening that we would leave the next morning, by bus, for Amman, Jordan.  No one wanted to leave, and in fact, much of the staff remained.  I was leaving over the weekend anyway, so I went with the evacuees.  We were told that we would need $30 for an entrance visa to Jordan, but that the company evacuating us was going to try to take care of that.

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Reema Pangarkar and Alex Ference at the Israeli-Jordanian border. image by Alex Ference.

So, we all packed and scrounged around for money and contemplated leaving the next morning.  After breakfast, we boarded a bus that was waiting for us.  There was a driver and someone from the evacuation company.  There were also others in SUVs traveling in front of us and behind us, while we drove from Akko to Beit She’an about an hour away.  It was ridiculous, we were not in any danger in the Galilee.  Continue reading Home Again, Home Again, Jiggity Jig

Different, But the Same

No one could be oblivious to what is going on in Israel at the moment.  Hamas in Gaza shoots rockets at all the major cities it can reach in Israel – and now they are targeting the bedouin villages in the Negev.  Israel bombs Gaza and is now on the ground searching out tunnels dug under the border to invade Israel.  It isn’t a pretty state of affairs.

We sit here in Akko, a mixed city too far from the rockets to worry about them, but not immune from the situation.  The local Arab store owners participated in a strike objecting to Israel’s killing of civilians.  A strike means their stores are closed.

But otherwise, most things go on as usual in this city.  People go to work, shop and go about their lives.  Continue reading Different, But the Same

Gifts From the Tel

Anthropological archaeology isn’t about art, architecture and artifacts. It’s about people, their culture and how they lived.  Ok, fine. But sometimes, even this anthropological archaeologist gets excited about things that get found on the tel.  Sometimes they are just so neat one can’t help it.

In the past two days we have uncovered some really cool things.  This after nearly three weeks of dirt, rocks, walls and iron slag.  Not that we aren’t completely happy about iron slag, we are.  It is really important in our attempts to understand the metalworking and metal manufacturing that occurred on Tel Akko.  And the walls, well they tell us where they lived and give us a glimpse into other technologies, like stone cutting and brick making.  Continue reading Gifts From the Tel

Oft Interred With Their Bones

Ever wonder what happens to all those chicken bones after you eat your chicken, or the ribs from barbecued ribs or rib eye steak?  Sure, they end up in the trash, but one man’s trash is another’s treasure.  Eventually, your garbage ends up in a landfill and is buried.

Archaeologists make it a habit of digging up ancient trash, and one of the things we dig up are animal bones. How did they get there? That’s usually easy.  If they are a small rodent, we usually know that it just died in its burrow and we found it.  But bones from sheep, goats and cattle, or deer are generally considered to have been supper.  Continue reading Oft Interred With Their Bones

A Horse, A Horse, My Kingdom for a Horse?

So, I was sitting in my horseroom in front of the computer editing blogposts when I heard a strange sound.  I swore I heard a horse.  But I’d never heard one before, so I must have imagined it.  A short while later, I thought I heard a horse neighing again.

I got up and went into the pottery laboratory, which is just across from my room. I asked if anyone had heard a horse.  They all said no.  But then Martha Risser said, well, you know all the horse carts go by on that side street.  So I assumed a few horses had gone by.  Continue reading A Horse, A Horse, My Kingdom for a Horse?