Friday, September 12, 2014
This one is short and to the point.
In April of 2013, my dear friend (and renowned Michigan videographer) Terri Sarris, came to Nashville to make a short film about me and my metal detecting. Here's the finished product. I just love it. There was hours and hours of footage, but she has edited it down to a compact 10 minutes that says so much, so beautifully. And seeing the great Doug Drake again is just so cool.
Here's the link.
Thursday, September 11, 2014
|Brand-new Maya, brand-new mama, 1981.|
When my godmother died in 1998, the summer cottage was sold and I hadn’t been back since. I was a little afraid that being there again would unleash a torrent of tears, and that did happen, briefly. It also unleashed a torrent of family fun, swimming in the salty, seaweedy sea, playing “tennis” with a grownup Maya (anyone watching us play would know why quotes are needed), late-night games of Mexican Train Dominos, and eating a lot of really good food.
|When I was a kid I spent countless hours|
doing gravestone rubbings on the Cape.
|Thankful. That's a nice name.|
|Really, these stones were the Facebook of the 1700s.|
|Wow. Cool file. Yawn.|
|Pretty disappointing. Where was the jewelry???|
|Hello! Have you dropped any jewels? Can I|
stand here until you do?
|My father and my son, attempting to tolerate my hobby.|
|My dad and me, shortly after I knocked|
over a peerless vodka martini.
|Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean... roll!|
Then I queried Wayne Hilt, a renowned pewter spoon expert. Here's what he said:
I just can't get over the fact that this item was found about 30 feet from the water's edge, about 12 inches deep in the sand.
Also found this honking pile of rust and almost threw it out, but decided to take it home and de-rust it.
|This is a silver-plated something or other.|
Any ideas? Ashtray? Spoon rest?
Finally, this cool old souvenir thing.
|Hard to see here, but there is an image of a|
Native American man on a horse, looking
up to the sky.
Saturday, July 5, 2014
|An 18?? Shield Nickel (can't read the date). |
These were issued from 1866-1883 and
were the first five-cent coins referred
to as "nickels." So you can
stop wondering about that.
|Cheryl found a different-looking tag with the same number.|
We think they were tags off of telephone or electrical poles.
Who doesn't like a good tag?
|Clockwise, from top: uniform eagle button, cool buckle,|
bumpy lead thing possibly pounded from bullet
(any ideas?), 1911 penny, boot tip, two Minie balls,
one Enfield bullet, two Spencer carbine shells.
Center: Brooke ratchet plate sabot.
|It's dated 1856 (?).|
Also, the Enfield bullet.
|Some kind of shield (maybe off an old bike?), three|
flat buttons, spoon I broke....
|I honor thee, long-ago artisan. You were|
really good at curlicues.
|Also called sleeve-links!|
|Here's the back!|
|Late 1700s-early 1800s cufflinks with a picture of a leaping|
fox and the word "TALLIO" on the top. I spent an embarrassing
amount of time researching the "Tallio" family of Italy
before learning that the word is an early version of "Tally-Ho!"
|Cool old brass hanger thing, shown here|
against a photo of Stephen Gaskin, who
died a few days ago. Stephen was the
hippie iconoclast who founded The Farm
in Summertown, TN. His teachings
and those of his wife, Ina May, inform
my life in every way.
|Piece of a pocketwatch from the American Watch Company,|
Waltham, Mass. shown here against the cover of
my friend Korby Lenker's new CD.
|Thanks for the ID, Johnny Pryor!|
|"I think this is a bullet?" she said.|
|Yes. Yes, it is.|
Saturday, May 24, 2014
|Not like this. This is sarcasm.|
I have to say, Cheryl and I were almost dangerously adorable. We love to talk about MD and shared some of our more bizarre and funny stories. We laughed and joked, finished each other’s sentences and showed “Melissa” some of our more interesting finds by holding them up to the camera in my computer screen, sometimes making sound effects.
|Badge from the Improved Order of Red Men.|
Not a whole lot to say about that. You can
look it up.
Also found these interesting goodies.
|I challenge you to look up Challenge overalls.|
|Other odds and ends. Loving that buckle.|
|Laura, sneaking away.|
But not me. I would never.
|Flat button, buckles, thing with daisies.|
|One of Laura's finds, all cleaned up. Wish I'd taken a "before"|
pic. It looked like the Mickey Mouse of Rust.
Laura and I swung, crouched, scrabbled and examined for hours, then limped back to the car in the fading light of a luscious Tennessee spring. As far as I know, neither of us had a tick.
|Bullets. Buttons. Fossil.|