Monday, July 24, 2017

It's gone!!!

I walked the dogs this afternoon and when I made my circle back I realized that the rubble pile down the street ~ my own personal archeology dig ~ was gone!  Completely gone! I was heartbroken!!! I found just a few pieces of pottery smushed into the clay ground but nothing more. They most likely took it back to the construction site to backfill where they had dug it up.

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I was able to track down the trademark on the one piece (thrills!!!).  W. B. Jr. & Co. was used by William Brunt Jr. & Company of East Liverpool, Ohio from 1877 to 1882.

Ironstone china, in spite of the name, it does not have any iron in it.  It was called ironstone for its weight, strength, and durability. Sometimes called earthenware, it is a vitreous pottery first made in 1813 in the UK as a less expensive alternative for porcelain that could be mass produced.

There is still a great deal of construction going on in the area, so I'm hoping a new rubble pile will appear soon.

Sunday, July 23, 2017

Sunday at the rubble pile

There was more dirt rubble dumped at the pile down the street this week. My inner urban archeology geek was activated!
 Friday before the rains, I did some digging and came up with much more than in the previous digs.
 
 
The flower below is actually gold.
 
 This is an imprint on the bottom of a piece that I'm still researching.
 A piece of a milk glass beer stein with two German words. The first "Wahlbe" translate to Election. The second, "Koms," translated to comms, so was possibly an abbreviation for commemorative. On the left, out of the photo are two stacked words and parts of others.  The upper I think is "...er Trunk," with no translation. The lower one, "...er Wald," translates to Forest.
 This was today's finds ~ a rainy day which made it difficult to search the rubble pile. It is mostly made up of red clay, which quickly stuck to the bottom of my shoes and made it difficult to walk. As much as I would have loved to just go barefoot onto the pile, as you can see there is quite a bit of broken glass in it. I don't think I would like to be digging any of it out of the bottom of my feet.  I should wear my rain boots next time I go out.  I also wore gloves today, which quickly became heavy with the wet clay and made it difficult to wipe clean any pieces I found but was safer for my fingers and hands.
 The center piece above with the blue scroll work had a scalloped edge, and the bottom of it below had parts of clear letters.  A "c" on top, and "John" below it. More research to do, and I found a great website for [old pottery and porcelain marks].
Most of the glass pictured above had raised lettering on them but no complete words that I can research. The blue glass has an opalescence that makes it shimmer with color as I move it in the light. The one square bottom piece that is just above the brown piece of glass in the picture has a "3" on the bottom, and the lettering is sideways on what would be the front or back of the bottle.  It is narrower than this piece that I found a few weeks ago, but that piece had no lettering.

Monday, July 17, 2017

Monday ...

Monday, from Charlie's point of view ...
 Mom said something about it being my birthday, even though she didn't know exactly when it was. It was a nice day so we went for a car ride.  When we went to this one place that smelled really good, mom saw a little house that dad said would be perfect for us to go camping and fishing in one day.
 I'd never been to Burger King before, but mom said it was almost like a Disneyland for dogs.
 
 She got me a cheese burger but ate my pickles off of it.
Then we all shared some chicken tenders that were really really really really really good.
 Mom said we were going to go to a beach where we could look for rocks. She said I couldn't eat the rocks so I don't know why we were going there. I'd much rather have stayed at Burger King.
 It took us forever and ever and ever and ever and ever to get there.
The road was so long I thought we would never get there.
 Mom finally saw the big lake, but it still took forever and ever and ever and ever and ever to get to it.
 
 When we finally got to the harbor, it was wasn't repaired from the storms that came through in 2015, before I was born, and we couldn't even get to the beach.
 I was really disappointed that mom wouldn't let me get out of the car.
 Dad let me ride on his lap on the way back home while we were on the dirt road.
It took us forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever to get back home though.
 I like car rides, but really wish we had just stayed at Burger King instead.
 Next time mom says it is my birthday, I'm going to tell her no thanks.

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

blooming treasures

as promised [here], the mystery weed has bloomed and has a name
woolly mullein Verbascum thapsus of the Figwort Family 
 
 sulphur cinquefoil Potentilla recta of the Rose Family
daylily Hemerocallis fulva

The rubble pile has given up more treasures.  This time part of a bottle with a traceable history.
 WF&S MIL (Milwaukee, WI) ~ William Franzen & Sons  [1]
In operation from 1894 to 1929, they originally marked their bottles with this imprint, although from 1894 to 1896 they were the Northern Glass Company, and from 1896 to 1900 they operated as Northern Glass Works. [2
I love urban archeology!