|The University of Nashville existed from 1826-1909. During|
its history, it operated at various times a medical school,
a four-year military college, a literary arts college
and a boys' preparatory school.
|Happy to be out of the ground. |
Also another dog hair.
|Really just my favorite kind of find.|
|That hook thing was under a root and about made me cry.|
|They don't make suspender clips like they usta.|
Sometime in early April, Cheryl and I made plans to dig but her car finked out on the Clarksville Pike. Waiting for the wrecker to come, we decided to explore a nearby creek. Sure was fun.
|Silver cross with sweet plastic "berries." I'm|
thinking shop class project?
|Very shiny but deceptively so.|
As the weather warmed, I intensified my efforts to get the word out about my new cd, “I Dug it Up” which features 13 songs inspired by metal detecting. Rehearsals commenced for a mid-May cd release at Douglas Corner. I was so excited. And then, a virus decided to go metal detecting into every cell in my body, inserting snot and inflammation every which-where.
|Our circle is SO BIG!|
|Dirt Girl, as a wee ballerina.|
|Look at that form.|
|Just found pennies, but had fun.|
|"V" is for victory. And when you see Grace|
compete, the word "victory" does come to mind.
|I spent 10 hours as "the weird lady on the beach"|
|I'll have what you're having.|
While she recuperated from her spay, I got busy playing matchmaker.
|Hazel with her new family.|
In June, an angry, not-very-bright young man with a bad haircut and access to a lot of firearms, killed a bunch of lovely, peaceful, praying human beings in an historic Charleston, S.C. church. Amid the national grieving and disbelief, the Confederate flag was removed from the city’s state house. (I always wondered what that was doing there – or anywhere.)
Now. In this life.
End of digressions.
|Nice bridle rosette!|
|Not sure what this is. I would like someone|
to tell me how rare and valuable it is.
|I've been told that people used to drill holes|
in coins so they could run a string through
them to prevent loss. Obviously, not foolproof.
|The lovely bride.|
|Well, that's not something you see every day.|
|Couple of Enfields and a pulled 69 minie ball.|
|Here we are singing "Can Slaw" -- my ode to chopped up|
Mountain Dew cans everywhere.
Here are a few odds and ends from random yards near my house.
|Someone was fascinated by transportation.|
|Confederate Gardner bullet -- precursor to the|
more accurate Enfield.
Will I feel pride? Shame? I don't know.
Will it make me want to better understand the times they lived in, their particular spot in the river, the rot and the grit and the glory of history? Absolutely.
And if through some miracle of dimensions, Willis and Elizabeth Whitley are there in some form, floating beside me as I swing my machine over the scattered bricks of their long-demolished farmhouse, here are two things they may say to each other:
1. "Elizabeth Jane, why does our young descendent not have a Confederate flag bumper sticker on her Toyota Sienna minivan? The omission of it is so disrespectful."
I believe this is unlikely.
2. "Willis, what on earth is growing out of the top of our young descendent's head? Lawd, Lawd, but it looks like a third pigtail. The poor girl should wear a bonnet, for decency's sake... "
This is more likely. I shall report back.