So long hours or solitary study can lead us to do some pretty silly things. I once read a whole book about Late Iron Age and Roman Shovels – which I’ve never been able to find again, and am fairly sure was a figment of my sleep deprived imagination.
Still archaeological pursuits are worthwhile and I still remember how excited I felt at excavating my first archaeological find- not the WWII toilet I excavated at Tel Dor in Israel (which was my actual first find) but the Rare Neronian coin I excavated at the Lunt Roman Fort in England (which I tell people was my first find). Actually thinking about it now that toilet was full of coins – demonstrating how poor pocket technology was during those years!
I have also been guilty of some archaeological fan-girling. Ugh there has to be a better word and less gender laden word: supporter, devotee, super fan, aficionado….oooh Aficionado!
That time at the Theorhetical Roman Archaeology Conference (TRAC) in Bristol where Lord Colin Renfrew (LORD!!!) held the door open for me- MEEEE!
But I am more mature now- and hardly a high pitch note escaped my lips when J.D. Hill sat on my viva (thesis defence panel)- tho I may have been too nervous!
I like to think my dedication to archaeology is best demonstrated by that summer I slept and worked in a barn while doing geophysics for the South Cadbury Environs Project– which is totally not comparable to sleeping outside in a line to see a Twilight movie.
So I may have been made occasionally silly by archaeology- but only because I love it so.
Share your best Archaeology Aficionado moment!