tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post115199228160231723..comments2023-08-22T21:11:59.355+12:00Comments on pohanginapete: An archaeologypohanginapetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11463792721091291063noreply@blogger.comBlogger22125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1153015351915595672006-07-16T14:02:00.000+12:002006-07-16T14:02:00.000+12:00i see your photographic prowess has been developin...i see your photographic prowess has been developing for some years. lovely studies of your grandfather pete. i must say, i wish more people smoked a pipe.Adagiohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00633098196664852482noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1152760338779514592006-07-13T15:12:00.000+12:002006-07-13T15:12:00.000+12:00Thanks for letting me know about the index reply. ...Thanks for letting me know about the index reply. I'll head over there. I used to check, but after a while, I spaced it. :-)Lené Garyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10018280698586741856noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1152396643172308292006-07-09T10:10:00.000+12:002006-07-09T10:10:00.000+12:00Debbie: yes, I agree; the past can refuse to let g...Debbie: yes, I agree; the past can refuse to let go — or, we can refuse to let go of the past. Sometimes this creates anguish, sometimes joy; the choice is ours (I believe). (Nice phrase: "ferocious tenacity"). :^)<BR/><BR/>Lené: Thanks — I really appreciate that comment. :^) I have considered collating what I've done here, or using it in some other way as the basis for something less virtual. Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1152372252348880132006-07-09T03:24:00.000+12:002006-07-09T03:24:00.000+12:00Another great post, Pete! If you haven't already ...Another great post, Pete! If you haven't already considered it, I think you should toy around with the idea of publishing a collection of your blog posts. Your thoughts are so well expressed in words and photographs that my day is changed everytime I stop by. <BR/><BR/>You "favor" (as they say in the deep south/USA) your grandfather.Lené Garyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10018280698586741856noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1152371108289866002006-07-09T03:05:00.000+12:002006-07-09T03:05:00.000+12:00Pete,I love the way you have positioned your grand...Pete,<BR/>I love the way you have positioned your grandfather’s photo—at least on my screen, he seems to be looking over at your photo in the (virtual) present, and looking back, at another person, but also to a past. You are so right: history, even when it is in plain sight, does have that hidden compartment quality, because it can never be fully recuperated. But I wonder about the fragility of DJ Leehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12128863459812204815noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1152312727664106752006-07-08T10:52:00.000+12:002006-07-08T10:52:00.000+12:00Pablo, thanks for pointing to Hard Scrabble; it's ...Pablo, thanks for pointing to <I>Hard Scrabble</I>; it's a pity the local library here doesn't hold it. The story reminds me of the inscription on Shakespeare's grave.<BR/><BR/>KSG: Good luck with the investigating!<BR/><BR/>Patry: I suppose it says a lot about the value of your writing — that what you call "wild ramblings" should be fascinating enough for someone to want to claim the journal? A Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1152240621876778642006-07-07T14:50:00.000+12:002006-07-07T14:50:00.000+12:00I don't know about my walls, but about 20 years ag...I don't know about my walls, but about 20 years ago, I left a journal on a bus. When I went back to inquire about it, they said someone else had already claimed it. I still wonder where it is, and what the recipient made of my wild ramblings.Patry Francishttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10961915797919017179noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1152236541383252902006-07-07T13:42:00.000+12:002006-07-07T13:42:00.000+12:00thanks for that suggestion re the desk, Pete - wil...thanks for that suggestion re the desk, Pete - will definitely give that a go (far preferable to damaging that beautiful piece of work...!)<BR/><BR/>I had noticed the rhythmicity of that line but had not actually thought of it in terms of a poem, or haiku before - and you are absolutely right. I've always felt that those words "dance" to a tune of their own making. I never did meet my Auntie KSGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863741969614656250noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1152209714292249612006-07-07T06:15:00.000+12:002006-07-07T06:15:00.000+12:00I've hidden complete editions of the local newspap...I've hidden complete editions of the local newspaper in walls. I've written notes on the inside of walls before I sealed them.<BR/><BR/>In the book <I>Harscrabble</I> John Graves writes of tearing apart the chimney of an old settlers cabin in Texas and finding a note within cursing whoever toar apart the chimney. Graves used the stones for his own chimney, and he left a note for the next Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1152173962221009662006-07-06T20:19:00.000+12:002006-07-06T20:19:00.000+12:00Chuck, so true. I'm sure that in many cases what g...Chuck, so true. I'm sure that in many cases what gets left in the walls and compartments says more than what was intended — if the intention was even known. But, as you suggest, some people are more drawn to searching than others, although how anyone can lack curiosity about those things is beyond my imagination.<BR/><BR/>Divajood: "...to continue a history." Yes, also so true, even if the hider Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1152165791925254152006-07-06T18:03:00.000+12:002006-07-06T18:03:00.000+12:00Fabulous post, Pete - and I agree with Dave...a de...Fabulous post, Pete - and I agree with Dave...a definite resemblance to your granddad *smile* Of course, lacking a few of his years but not necessarily his wisdom. The photo's are lovely, really capturing an essence of the human being in them. <BR/><BR/>I have just spent a couple of hours fossicking around in an old antique writing desk stored in my garage - looking for secret compartments....KSGhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17863741969614656250noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1152158693331423062006-07-06T16:04:00.000+12:002006-07-06T16:04:00.000+12:00There's intent in these finds - they're left in or...There's intent in these finds - they're left in order to be found, to continue a history. But secrets hide in dark places with a different intent - to not be found, to not see the light. People hide behind their secrets, but they glow in the memories of accidental finds.DivaJoodhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02534571327558009753noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1152155867336934062006-07-06T15:17:00.000+12:002006-07-06T15:17:00.000+12:00Some of us seem destined to rummage in the hidden,...Some of us seem destined to rummage in the hidden, the cryptic,<BR/>the inadvertently left behind...as if more secrets are revealed therein than in the intentionally and overtly bequeathed.<BR/><BR/>Thought-provoking post.chuckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16710697712143652055noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1152141496502033032006-07-06T11:18:00.000+12:002006-07-06T11:18:00.000+12:00Duncan: Yes, now you mention it, I do recall old n...Duncan: Yes, now you mention it, I do recall old newspapers under lino. The ads were certainly fascinating and I'd wonder, as I read them, what readers far in the future might think of us based on our ads. Not encouraging...<BR/><BR/>YSW: Those are the really interesting time capsules — those left by individuals. Official time capsules, sealed up on behalf of cities (for example), to me seem far Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1152128683548016262006-07-06T07:44:00.000+12:002006-07-06T07:44:00.000+12:00a charming post about secrets and leaving a trace....a charming post about secrets and leaving a trace. when we were kids, my sister and i buried a 'timecapsule" with drawings and letters. that was many years and several states ago. i still wonder about them occasionally. btw...you bear a strong resemblence to your grandpa.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1152093010857397082006-07-05T21:50:00.000+12:002006-07-05T21:50:00.000+12:00My favourite archaeological sites in the old house...My favourite archaeological sites in the old houses I've worked on over the years have been under the faded and worn linoleum. People used to cover the uneven floor boards with liberal quantities of newspapers as a kind of underlay, and I've spent quite a bit of time catching up on ancient history. Can be quite an education, especially the ones that covered the war years, Always used to get a Duncanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12182951711946882353noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1152078934456373202006-07-05T17:55:00.000+12:002006-07-05T17:55:00.000+12:00Clare: Actually, I'm not surprised you don't know ...Clare: Actually, I'm not surprised you don't know why you left the coins in the walls. I suspect many, or most, people have some kind of similar urge and share the vagueness about the reasons.<BR/><BR/>GMT: Thanks! :^) Records like that really do provide a glimpse of how people lived. Quite a find.<BR/><BR/>Dave: Good hunting, and do let's know if you find anything! Cheers for the smorgasblog Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1152058481857454692006-07-05T12:14:00.000+12:002006-07-05T12:14:00.000+12:00When the church I grew up in replaced the old marb...When the church I grew up in replaced the old marble altar, they found all sorts of trash in the walls, a surprizing number of beer cans. When I heard about this, all I wanted to do was sort through the finds.Zhoenhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03515663141425057088noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1152051285070002072006-07-05T10:14:00.000+12:002006-07-05T10:14:00.000+12:00A couple of months ago, fellow blogger Floridacrac...A couple of months ago, fellow blogger Floridacracker was renovating his son's bedroom, which meant tearing down walls and constructing new ones. He blogged about it, and I suggested that he print out the comments page from that post and put it in the wall. Someday, someone will find this strange document with comments about the wall, in the wall. I thought that would be very cool. I love the robin andreahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06386655587963143782noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1152044197658823982006-07-05T08:16:00.000+12:002006-07-05T08:16:00.000+12:00Geez, i didn't know about all those secret compart...Geez, i didn't know about all those secret compartments! Now you've got me wondering about some of the old furniture around the place...<BR/><BR/>A great post all around (I swiped a little bit for my smorgasblog). I especially liked the line "When will the past become a present?" which would make a good closing line for a poem, I should think.Davehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02596390440496594901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1152020705000485942006-07-05T01:45:00.000+12:002006-07-05T01:45:00.000+12:00Gorgeous writing. Renovating a small cottage besi...Gorgeous writing. Renovating a small cottage beside my Grandmother's rambling Victorian on the shore of Buzzard's Bay, Massachusetts, we found a record in faded pencil of the amount of oysters (in bushels) brought into the household in the 1890's. The cottage was evidently the cook's before the walls were finished.GreenmanTimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03469571893477173508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14677243.post-1151993217521504502006-07-04T18:06:00.000+12:002006-07-04T18:06:00.000+12:00Interesting Pete.I left coins (all 2006) in our wa...Interesting Pete.<BR/><BR/>I left coins (all 2006) in our walls. Probably a dozen in all. And in one wall pictures of us. I don't know what motivated me, apart from some vague idea of someone coming across them long after I'm gone.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com