USW Excavation: Days 3 and 4 update.

I missed out on my blog post yesterday frankly because I was making an attempt at writing up an assignment. I didn't get very far, and tonight I'm just plain pooped so here are a selection of photos from days 3 and 4.

Day 3: After taking the later phase internal dividing wall down.

Day 3: David Howell one of the site Directors, taking a quick
breather whilst excavating to the rear of the bread oven.

Day 3: Andy Brown chief plaster finder.

Day 3: Yet another wall. Rear of bread oven.

Day 3: Prof. Ray Howell, a happy site Director.

Day 4: Chris (wall finder extraordinaire) and Andy.

Day 4: Dave fiddling with his small tool... I mean, excavating pot sherds.

Day 4: The flip side of the fantastic millstone.

Day 4: DON'T DROP IT!

Day 4: Another lovely example of a probable 'onion' bottle neck.

So tomorrow is the final day of the USW Autumn Excavation which generally means a trip to the pub at lunch time... should mean some interesting archaeology in the afternoon!

Day 2: Can this excavation get any better? Yep!

Millstone with number (weight?) detail 

Every day whilst driving to site, through the village of Trellech, I pass a house which has a huge millstone propped up outside. This morning I had a little daydream and thought 'wouldn't it be amazing to find one of those', I quickly dismissed the idea as being a bit far-fetched and carried on driving.  
As digging got under way I was thinking to myself that there would be no way that today, or even the rest of the dig could live up to day 1, I mean, a whole intact bread oven and an intact ceramic pot of some description. Was I wrong or what! I was excavating in a different area to yesterday, however it was one of the spots I had been in during the summer, I had only been there for maybe an hour. I had shifted one or two large loose rocks to get to what we all agreed was the likely floor level, when I started to uncover a slab with what looked like a chevron pattern on it. It didn't look natural to me, even less natural when I thought I could make out some characters etched into the stone... "Erm! David come and have a look at this please". As he walked over I realised it was quite hefty circular stone, and my mind went straight back to my earlier daydream. As David stood over me I looked for a possible centre point and there was a lovely square (if incomplete) hole. "It's a millstone!" not quite believing myself, "I think you might be right there Claire". 

Millstone in context

A flurry of excitement ensued with everyone coming to have a look at the find of the day (and all before lunch too). 

The rest of the day brought more questions regarding the area behind the newly discovered bread oven. David and Nathan managed to discover a whole new set of walls where previously the thought was leaning towards there being no more than just tumble down from a potential upper floor. This meant that Bethany and James were required to excavate the rear of the bread oven leaving David and Nathan to try and figure out their new puzzle. 

The rest of the day was quite quiet as far as finds goes, discounting copious instances of stray wall plaster of course, but if day 1 and day 2 are anything to go by, bring on day 3 I say.

When is a pile of rubble not a pile of rubble?
When it might be another bread oven!

Chris in the Western end of the site.

Seem to have another wall here Ray!

Behind the bread oven.

Finally, is this the east end?

 

University of South Wales 2013 Autumn Excavation... or... Happy as a pig (remains) in muck!

Day 1,  just before the excitement began.

Following the success of the summer dig the decision was quickly made to conduct further research archaeology during the autumn, so with the guttural bellowing of deer stags all around us, the USW autumn excavation began. 
After clearing away the leaves left by the storm (which seemed to have completely missed Llanfihangel Tor y Mynydd) we got down to executing our excavation strategy, which was to basically answer questions which had been raised during the previous dig.
Site C had been closed, and it was concluded that there were more pressing questions to be answered in Site B rather than Site A. We extended Site B by means of adding a new trench imaginatively named Site D, this was to answer the previous digs question of plaster being discovered on what was thought to be an external wall.

Alfie, the youngest member of the team.

Assisting us in Site D was the youngest archaeologist I've ever met, Alfie, and what a little workhorse he turned out to be too. Not only did he find some great finds for a first timer, but he wasn't afraid of the hard work and the mud either. Unfortunately Alfie had to leave early for football training, but never mind hopefully he can come again another day.
However, two other first time diggers had the finds of the day, and pretty special they were too. 

A window you can't see through just has
 to be something else?

Firstly there was, what was considered to be a window which was unearthed in the summer excavation, a pretty cracking window it was too... until Nathan started to 'clean it up a bit'. What was initially thought to be rock which had fallen into a void behind the external wall turned out to be something truly spectacular. 
Inserting a camera into the void and taking a picture or two resulted in the discovery that this was a pretty darn complete bread oven. It is thought, based on the evidence so far discovered, that this complex building dates from approximately the 17th century. To say that there was a bit of excitement on the site at this point would be an understatement.

Inside the bread oven.

The next pretty great find was discovered adjacent to an external wall of Site D, a complete little ceramic pot of some description.

The pot was found along with partial remains of a pig and a delightful green glass 'onion' bottle neck. 
I can't wait to get back there tomorrow, rain or shine.

P.S. 'Site B' obviously stands for Bread Oven!

Parallel Lives: My Heritage

Jenkin Palm Watkins (Grampy Jim) and Albert Gordon Thatcher (Bampi Gordon)
My Grandfathers.
(Copyright Claire Lindsay-McGrath 2013.) 

The above image of my two Grandfathers was lovingly restored for me by a good friend Ashwood Williams, it is an image which was taken just after the end of WWII, in fact Jim (Grampy) is wearing his Royal Navy issue tee shirt in the photo.

As a history student I spend much of my time studying events and lives of people that I have never and will never meet; events which happened centuries or decades ago. Even though I am able to empathise or see injustice in past events such as the 1838 Husker Pit disaster where 26 children between the ages of 7 to 17 drowned (GALLOP, A. (2010). Victoria's Children of the Dark. Stroud: The History Press.), I am able to detach myself from such human experiences. However, I have recently started to consider my own heritage, and recent events bring me to the above image.

Last week, 25th September 2013, my paternal Grandfather (left on image) sadly passed away at the age of 86. Up until that point I had proudly proclaimed that at 38 years of age I was lucky enough to have all of my Grandparents still with us. I genuinely felt very fortunate and secure because of this. This has made me think about how much I actually knew them. My maternal Grandmother, Mammag (her name is actually Margaret Thatcher!) is full of stories about life in Nantyglo, taking in evacuees during WWII, my Great Grandfather being a card carrying Communist, moving to Cheltenham then back again and finally settling in Abergavenny. However the rest of my Grandparents I know only snippets of information and stories; except for the story of this photo.

When I was a nosey child, probably about 12, I was having a rummage through my maternal Grandparents sideboard and I came across a photo of two cheeky looking and attractive gentlemen. I recognised them straight away as both being my Grandfathers. I asked my Bampi (right on image) when and where it was taken but all he could remember was that it was after the war on a day out somewhere. I asked if I could have the photo and was given the response "yes, one day". That day came late in 2012 when my Mum handed me an envelope stating "Bampi said you could have this, it's a photo but you can't see anything". To cut a long story short, the photo had deteriorated so much that it was virtually completely black, I was so dissapointed. All was not lost, my friend Ash saved the day and restored the image to that which we can see today.

This image, as far as I'm aware, is the first photograph which documents the parallel lives these two men lived. At the time this photo was taken Jim and Gordon had just left the Navy, post WWII where they had served together, neither were married, footloose and fancy free so to speak. Jim was from Shirenewton, Monmouthshire and Gordon was from across the border in Peterchurch, Herefordshire. When I took the restored photo to my Grampy Jim for him to see, his face lit up, "I remember that day well", and had a little chuckle to himself. They had been on a day trip with a couple of other friends to Chepstow Races when they found they were running out of petrol. This photo was taken in Shirenewton when they stopped to get fuel. I'm sure this was one day of many, both went on to marry and eventually found themselves living next door to each other in Derwen Way, Abergavenny and working together in Pen-y-fal Hospital as charge nurses. Both had two sons and one daughter, in fact my paternal Auntie Jen was sat at the bottom of the stairs waiting like a good girl when my maternal Uncle Andrew was being born. This meant that my Mum and Dad (both the eldest sibling) grew up living next door to each other. Eventually Jim and Bet moved house, just a few streets away. There it may have ended except that their children, my Mum and Dad, married each other and and had me and my sister. Jim and Gordon would now forever be in each others lives.

Left to right: Gordon, Margaret, me, Bet, Nanny Hellings, Jim.
Holy Trinity, Abergavenny 1975.

Their parallel lives went on, work, retirement, grandchildren, great grandchildren and then old age. Gardening, heart attacks, pneumonia, Jim and Gordon even had exactly the same cancer - tumors on their bald heads. Except last Wednesday their parallel lives ended. Still living just two streets away from each other, Grampy, after a period of long illness and suffering finally fell asleep for the last time, at home where he belonged, surrounded by those he loved. Sweet dreams Jim, goodnight God bless x.

I got my sense of humour from these men, wicked, dry and often offensive. I got my ability to drink copious amounts of alcohol and still be 'fully' functioning the next day. I was taught to be brave (after picking up a hot poker from the fire and refusing to cry like a baby). I learnt how to take the truth (after being told I had legs like tree trunks). I learnt that the women of the family needed to have a sense of humour ("Dirty Gerty from number 30", my Grampy got me to chant at Grandma, whose real name is Gertrude and not Bet). I learnt that you should never take yourself too seriously, you will only stress yourself out. I learnt to be curious, and to be a hard worker, always work hard for your family. I learnt that family is always there for you (after being bullied for years and beaten up in Bailey Park, I ran straight to Grandma and Grampy's). I learnt to be me, but with a little bit of them (and Mammag and Grandma too). Now a grown woman, a mum, a wife, a worker and a history student, I know these two gents are as proud of me, as I am proud of them.

My Heritage.
Margaret and Gordon Thatcher, Me, Guy, Bet and Jim Watkins, and Elena Hardulak.
Holy Trinity, Abergavenny June 2011.

By the way, Grampy Jim got his unusual name, Jenkin Palm, because he was not expected to survive when he was born. He weighed less than a bag of sugar when born and was baptised straight away, and named Jenkin after the vicar and Palm, because he was born on Palm Sunday. Well done on the 86 years Jim! xx