JAN. 16th Digging Results

They don't call this place the winter wonderland for nothing.
Well folks, Dan is still out of the digging loop due to important obligations. I guess pretty soon I am going to have to put Carl's picture on the opening page also as Dan's substitute digger.

Carl and I started out early Sunday morning after having breakfast down town at a coney island. It was around 10:00 a.m. and the temperature was below freezing. Just to make the weather even more pleasent was blustering winds blowing out of the north at 15-20 mph. Ok, it was cold! We spent the rest of the morning probing two yards looking for pits. I know they're there but won't search the yard anymore until the spring time. They are both civil war era homes so you know I'll be back.

At 1:00 p.m. we moved to another location and started probing. I hit on to a good deep pit right under a large mess of dead bushy tree type vegetation.
Right about this time I had to go get camera batteries, food, gloves, money for the batteries, and hit a bathroom somewhere. I said to Carl " go ahead and start clearing some of this crap away and start digging the top foot off the perimeter of the square". I was gone for a while and was hoping to see all the hard work already done when I got back,hee hee hee. Instead, Carl had dug a 1 foot in diameter hole straight down about 3 feet pulling out broken shards of mineral waters, pottery, and one whole local druggist that I don't have. Mind you, he did this all with just a SHOVEL.

Note the druggist bottle on the hay bail! How could I complian.

We opened the pit up together noticing that the red brick outhouse foundation was still in a square just under the surface.

I love these old bricks, they are like dark red pieces of chalk.

After about an hour of digging I came to the conclusion that this privy had been thoroughly dipped. This pit wasn't giving us too many presents.

At about the 5 foot level a solid seed layer was uncovered on the bottom. It was void of bottles for the most part.

Still better than not digging at all.

Hey looky here, found a couple of inks in the corner, got to check those corners!

Some of the remains of the day.

Isn't this a pretty picture, I call it: "bottles on a hay bail in the winter at sunset in Michigan"

Patrons and readers alike, stay warm and safe. See you again,
Scott.