The moment an almost intact mortarium was excavated at the Uncovering Roman #Carlisle dig. The contents will be analysed in the lab. These Roman mixing bowls were part of every good kitchen #archaeology#HadriansWall
@michael_merrick I'm not in education and even I have heard. I'm utterly mortified for the school in question and frustrated by ofsteds lack of foresight. It's outrageous!
A link to the my latest video on the uncovering Roman Carlisle excavations which took place in autumn #HadriansWall#Archaeology#carlisle#Cumbria
https://t.co/jn4MpEYvbl
This is one of the hardest but also one of the most important warnings from the history of Auschwitz coming for us today.
Perpetrators were in fact people who accepted and followed an ideology that made them believe that they were better than others, an ideology that rationalized and promoted hatred & evil. This became part of their everyday lives and their environment.
They were not monsters. They were people: fathers and mothers, husbands and wives, sons and daughters. They had their family joys and problems, their favorite desserts or songs, hobbies or fears. They were people like us. But they also perpetrated horrible things, monstrous things on behalf of the ideology they believed in.
The perpetrators thought of themselves as moral people. And this is the scary part of this history. This is our human warning.
'Eden Rock' by the Cornish poet Charles Causley. I've posted this before, but here it is again, five short verses long, and just about perfect.
'They are waiting for me somewhere beyond Eden Rock:
My father, twenty-five, in the same suit
Of Genuine Irish Tweed, his terrier Jack
Still two years old and trembling at his feet.
My mother, twenty-three, in a sprigged dress
Drawn at the waist, ribbon in her straw hat,
Has spread the stiff white cloth over the grass.
Her hair, the colour of wheat, takes on the light.
She pours tea from a Thermos, the milk straight
From an old H.P. sauce-bottle, a screw
Of paper for a cork; slowly sets out
The same three plates, the tin cups painted blue.
The sky whitens as if lit by three suns.
My mother shades her eyes and looks my way
Over the drifted stream. My father spins
A stone along the water. Leisurely,
They beckon to me from the other bank.
I hear them call, 'See where the stream-path is!
Crossing is not as hard as you might think.'
I had not thought that it would be like this.'
My mum and dad in Ely, Cambridgeshire in 1954, the earliest photograph I have of them together. She is 18, he is 19. They had first met perhaps a few weeks previously.
@michael_merrick I might choose AD 40-90 (the arrival and initial expansion of the Romans).... Huge cultural shift. Though from me that might be predictable!
Florence Pannell was born in 1868 & gave an interview on life in the Victorian era, in 1977. When asked the biggest change she's seen, she answered "everything".
@garymar07768377@Raksha_Digs That's the first time I thought of it as a 'Calling'... Even those of us who have absolutely felt that (I don't speak for @Raksha_Digs but for myself) can't help but want to stay in the discipline. And thank goodness - archaeologists are in essence explorers and teachers.