The tomb of Egypt’s King Tutankhamun is said to be the
most famous discovery in the history of archaeology and our senior hall
organized an outing to tour an exhibit of over 1,000 of the more important
findings inside his tomb. Not the actual items but rather life-sized,
reconstructed and exact reproductions. (The real McCoy’s don’t tour anymore.)
The over-the-top opulence of the stuff the Boy King intended to take with him
to the Underworld was overwhelming. But no one could see this exhibit without admiring
the skillful craftsmen and artisans (both past and present) who created these
objects. The coolest thing was when they turned on the lights in a room set up
to look exactly like it did when the archaeologist broke through a wall into
the first room of the tomb and a voice-over read the words he wrote in his
journal about the experienced. Howard Carter was a good writer and artist and a meticulous documentarian and hearing his words sent chills up my spine. We heard them
again in the next room, where everyone took in an audible breath when a
golden coffin was illuminated….well, one of them. He was found inside a set of
golden coffins and boxes, one inside of another like gilded nesting dolls.
Carter had been looking for this tomb for years, in an
area considered to have been completely excavated and taped out, but centuries
of sandstorms had covered it over, putting the Boy King’s tomb many stories
below the surface. He also got lost in history because a king who came to
power shortly after his death (in 1341 B.C.) destroyed all records of the boy
in a dispute over which gods to worship. Centuries went by and debris from
building later pyramids covered over the entryway to Tut’s tomb. Now, he’s the
best known pharaoh of them all which just goes to show that it might take a
while for the universe to right itself from evil acts, but it always does in
the end.
The discovery of King Tut’s intact tomb in 1922
influenced the final resting places of many upper class people back in that
time frame. There’s even a small pyramid in the cemetery where my grandparents
are buried---the one I went to last week---and there are many lion statues
guarding the entries of other personal mausoleums in the same cemetery. The Tut
discovery’s influence was wide-spread. As they pulled more and more artifacts to
the surface, the world went crazy reviving the Egypt style arts, textiles and
jewelry. Just this past weekend I mined a 1920’s era Egypt-style necklace out
of my garage. Funny how everything we do connects.
This past week I did an archaeology-style dig of my own.
Instead of century’s worth of sand storms to dig through, I only had to open up
the row of metal cabinets in my garage. When we moved in over a decade ago I
shoved boxes of stuff in the cabinets and thinking it was mostly Don’s stuff, I
hadn’t looked inside those plastic boxes since. So imagine my surprise when I
found a jewelry box that was full of three dozen pairs of earrings that came
straight off my dresser top before we moved. At first I thought I shouldn’t even
open that jewelry box, just put it in a box marked ‘donate’ or ‘auction’ and
move on. That would have been a pat-myself-on-the-back moment if I could have
done it, but I couldn’t. Eventually it did ended up in the auction box but not
before I took out a dozen pair and replaced those with a dozen pair from the
jewelry box in my bedroom. Am I on a downsizing roll, or what!
I did find
another surprise in the cabinets, a tent that we thought got stolen during the
move. It was inside an Army duffel bag that I assumed was full of Don’s
uniform. My cabinet ‘dig’ in downsizing hell is not finished by any stretch of
the imagination. But what gets me is how on the drive home from the auction
house, this week, I caught myself dreaming about something I could buy with my
new-found money. What the heck is wrong with me! I need a smaller house with
less stuff not newer, different stuff.
Howard Carter was convinced there was a crypt for a young
King Tut, despite the fact that his name had been expunged from all official
documents and everyone else thought the Valley of the Kings had already given
up all its treasures. He spent years unsuccessfully digging before his
painstaking research paid off and he found archaeology heaven---the best
preserved royal tomb ever discovered. Me? I wish I knew his secret for keeping
yours eyes on the prize. I’m guessing it has to do with believing in yourself
and your abilities. Will someone cross-stitch that on a pillow for me? I need
to stay in archeology hell this summer but too often I have the attention span
of a nit. ©
NOTE: The photo at the top are a couple of the "nesting boxes" aka gold gilded caskets that the King's embalmed body was inside. The photo below was more of the "nesting boxes (my term, not theirs) and the above caskets were inside of here. If I'm remembering it right, there were five carved to fit the body and four square boxes. This photo below makes it look smaller than it was. It was probably 9 feet tall.
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| This is the way the first room in the tomb looked when it was found. That's chariot parts on the left, And those cat like things are actually beds. The king's childhood throne is to the right and those bags in the middle are grains. In another room are boats used on the Nile during that time frame and all kinds of stuff like make-up, perfume, musical instruments, carvings of servants and too much to remember. |
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| Death Mask inside the casket |
