Logs and photographs posted by participants in Samford Summer in Israel, a four-week program in which students dig at an archaeological site and receive course credit.
Photos from the advance crew and the first week of digging
Dear Family and Friends, I missed writing last week because the weekend was completely filled with obligations, some welcome and others just plain tiring. Friday was our first kiddish celebration: a welcoming of the end of the work week and the beginning of Sabbath rest with a little service that entails blessings in Hebrew over candles, “fruit of the vine,” and bread, some readings from the Bible and a book of prayers (the readings are our own idiosyncratic additions), a singing of Psalm 133:1 (“Behold, how good and pleasant it is when brothers and sisters live together in unity.”), and then a round of hugs accompanied with the blessing, “Shabbat Shalom” or “Sabbath peace.” Dinner follows. Last Saturday we took our first weekend trip to Sepphoris and Capernaum and ending with a dip in the Sea of Galilee. It was blazing hot. This was the first year we’ve gone to a pay beach, which means we had access to a clean area under trees with chairs, a grill, bathrooms, and ma
Third Letter from Nazareth Dear Family and Friends, Last week’s letter is my Father’s Day post. I’m writing on Saturday because of a change in plans. Today the high temperature will be 101 ° F/38 ° C in Nazareth where I am and 109 ° F/43 ° C at Kinneret College where I had planned to be. No. So tomorrow when it will be merely 85/29 up here and 96/36 down there, I and a few others will travel to our shipping container to organize artifacts and collect some for study. Along with trimming balk, taking line level elevations, and pottery reading, no one makes movies about this aspect of archaeology. We will have to reward ourselves with gelato afterwards. Today, therefore, I write. Speaking of archaeology, the biggest surprise this year has been the Late Bronze age (1500–1200 BCE) pottery that has begun to turn up in the eastern squares of our Field I. We only have about four or five sherds so far. The first was a “wishbone hand
Dear Family, Friends, and Colleagues, It’s 6:30 AM on Sunday the 31 st of May. It’s Trinity Sunday, my automatic calendar alert tells me. The late hour pushes a little needle of shame into my conscience, as on most days the work at the site is well underway by this time. The birds outside my hotel window have been singing since daybreak. Much has happened ever since I and the advance crew landed in Tel Aviv on May 23. Most of it, however, barely rises above the mundane. It is difficult to get across what I feel when I land at Ben Gurion, and even when I make way through the airport to passport control, baggage claim, and the arrivals hall. Maybe if you imagine flying into your home airport you’ll get a sense of it, but only if you regard that as a positive experience. It feels like coming home. And it feels exotic. That’s an odd combination. We have a good crew this year. There are some health issues: a couple have come down with b
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