Newlin Grist Mill

A teeny tiny update about archaeology at Newlin Grist Mill. After taking a week off due to weather and busy schedules, we met up again this past Wednesday. I was early for once because I first dropped Don off at Philadelphia International Airport for his flight to Omaha, Nebraska. While it is nice to arrive at the start, it turns the 75-minute (which already feels long) drive into a 105-minute one. Traffic is just that much worse driving through Center City on I-95.

I was the first to arrive this week. Mike, who is usually very quiet, immediately teased me for getting there so early then launched into a monologue about how much he wants a car like my convertible, but is disappointed they stopped making them in 2008. 

Me, too, Mike. Me, too. 

We were a small crew this week. Ed was back, as was Mike. Matt, and his 20-something back, is a welcome addition to the team. Keith said a board member recently donated empty bird seed containers. They are square and smaller than the usual round Home Depot contractor buckets. We are optimistic that the new size will be easier to lift out of the test units.

Keith measured test unit 8, and I dutifully drew a site plan and a level plan. Even though he taught us how to do this last year, there is nothing like doing it on the site to have the information sink in. Meanwhile, Ed, Matt, and Mike began digging in test unit 9.

In the upper most level (level 1) we found an assortment of buttons, and an Indian Head penny circa 1883. There were also the usual building materials, and some bones left over from a long-ago dinner, but they don't warrant as many photos these days. 

The drive is long. Gas prices are rising. We often stop working by 1 or 2 so Keith can do other parts of his job, and because he doesn't want to wear any of us out physically. That is a great incentive for arriving closer to 9:30 than to 10. I will try to keep that in mind this Wednesday.

This is one of the few places in my life where I feel I truly belong. When I asked how the public archaeology day went and was told they had nine volunteers, I replied "so you didn't miss me," meaning they had enough coverage. Keith answered without a hint of sarcasm or derision "we were fine, but of course we missed you" in a way that I knew he and the guys enjoy having me around.