At pretty much every archeological site, there is a spot where dirt is brought to be sifted through steel mesh screens of varying sizes. And nearly every shovel-full of dirt leaves behind something.
Most of what is left behind on the steel mesh after the dirt has fallen away are shards of pottery. But quite often, coins, small lamps, clay seals, arrowheads, glass perfume vials and other household items are revealed.
Near the sifting area there is usually a shed or tent of some sort where finds are brought to be cleaned, catalogued and photographed, and where larger shards of pottery are laid out for possible re-assembly.
I mention this last, because there is usually so much broken pottery at any site that only the most significant (age, design, etc.) and/or mostly intact examples are set aside for puzzle work. The rest are discarded in a nearby pile.
If you ask nicely, the archaeologists working in the shed/tent will usually invite you to take a few souvenirs from the discard pile... with a stern warning never to remove anything from a dig site without permission.
Now, pottery shards by themselves have never appealed to me that much. Although they are quite old and were made and used by people whose history I can only read about... their uniform reddish brown color blunts the imagination. It could just as easily be the scrap pile from one of those places in the mall where birthday parties full of kids paint vases and coffee cups.
But once in awhile, a shard of pottery will retain some of the pigment with which some ancient hand colored it... and suddenly, in the mind's eye the shard becomes the edge of a dinner plate... the rim of a water pitcher... a serving platter's center.
Here are a few of the nicest ones I've been privileged to find recently. They have a place of honor on my desk. And when I need a break, I look at them and let my mind imagine the gentle hand applying the design, thousands of years ago... not far from where I sit:
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