Tuesday, April 29, 2014

Land of Lost Bones

These last two months have been hectic so here's a quick research update:

My Current Research: The samples I thought I was going to receive from New Orleans were and still are caught up in the politics of the Louisiana state government. Whomp! Whomp! Whomp!

Thankfully, though, to Shayla Monroe and Kate Birmingham, who I am forever indebted too, I was able to get into contact with Rebecca Morehouse at the Maryland Archaeological Conservatory Laboratory in St. Leonard, Maryland. After literally a week of back and forth emails I was able to drive up and select four samples from the MAC Lab.

 I have the faunal remains from a late 18th and early 19th century plantation in Calvert County, MD; from a the Calvert County residence of a free African American woman who occupied the site between 1839 and 1868; from a post bellum African American slave and tenant dwelling site in St. Mary's County, and a post bellum, early 20th century African American slave cabin site in Calvert County.

I really haven't spent a lot of time focusing on how to place these samples in a context that links them all together since they are spread over a century, but since Maryland occupied a unique space geographically and ideologically in the 18th and 19th centuries it will probably deal with that aspect.

As far as the samples... I've had them about a month now and I've identified, counted, and weighed around 1,000 bones from cows, pigs, cotton tail rabbits, raccoons, opossums, rats/mice, squirrels, fish, turtles, chickens, turkeys, sharks, sand dollars, and some UID species. Here are some of the more unique elements that I've come across  two of my samples that are almost ready to be curated.

Fossilized fish
Rabbit mandible
Cow vertebrae

UID shark's tooth
UID bird's beak
Cow molars
Fossilized  sand dollar


One faunal sample approx. 300 individual bones


This process has not been a quick one and it has proven that taking a year off between working with samples probably wasn't the best idea.
 

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Making Plans B- Z

I remember being 16 years old and sitting down one day to plan my life. College, the perfect career, purchasing  my first home by 30, and having a nice car. Eight years later I want to strangle my 16 year old self.  My little plan worked until I decided to pick up and leave everything I had ever known to start grad school in Florida.

Getting here hasn't been the problem. Getting the grades I'm accustomed to getting hasn't been the problem. Getting the work done hasn't been the problem. Finding time to raise a half-puppy, half-old man Labrador hasn't been the problem. Finding a way to balance personal relationships and graduate school hasn't been the problem.


Well...what's the problem?

The problem is that I never realized that I had to alter the plan my 16 year old self made to fit the reality that is grad school. Everything up until this point had been easy as pie. Double majoring a year and a half before graduating Howard was a walk in the park ( and honestly it was no different that one major would have been). Now here I am 56 credits into my program without a research project to call my own, though it hasn't been a lack of trying.

Seven months ago I thought I had the perfect project lined up, all I thought I needed to do was call CEO of Company A, CEO of Company A would call Staff Member B, Staff Member B would pack up and ship my samples and I'd have a whole semester to analyze and write my publishable paper. By May 2014 I would graduate, spend the summer interning, and I'd return in the fall to begin the doctoral phase of my stint at Florida.

IS THIS HAPPENING?!?! you ask....well....NO....far from it.

It's been seven months of sporadic emails, finding out that FEMA was involved, having to send a dissertation proposal, coming close to having a mental and emotional break down, wanting  to pack up and move back home. I honestly was ready to throw in the towel  when I found out that my sample was no where close to being shipped, my graduation date was being pushed back to probably the fall, and I needed desperately to search around for a sample of my own.

Unfortunately, as much as I would love to give a happy update about finding a sample and beginning my analysis, that part of the story is still unfolding.

My point in writing this post is simple. Grad school, at least from my experience, is a period of uncertainty. Involving so many players in your story means that not everything is going to fall exactly into place as you would like it. Make Plan A and keep on going. You never know when someone isn't going to return your emails or calls, when a government agency will step in, or when things are going to start getting better.

Ask for help if you need it. I was too stubborn to admit that I needed help, not just with my research issue but emotionally as well, but I'm thankful for all of the amazing people who have been there to support and love me.

Remember....THERE IS A LIGHT AT THE END OF THE TUNNEL!!


Until next time...

Tuesday, November 5, 2013

Updates: 5 Months Too Late?

 
So, an undergraduate roommate of mine reminded me that I needed to update my blog about what's been going on in my life since I returned from New Orleans at the end of July.
 
Let me start by saying this: Being in a city that is a world of its own, really makes you learn a lot about yourself and your view of the world. I'd never been to New Orleans before, but it is an experience that I will never forget. If nothing else it was a learning experience not only as being an archaeologist in an urban setting, but as a black woman and a graduate student. Through the field school I met a lot of amazing individuals whom I've been able to keep up with since I left New Orleans. Some of my experiences there I have shared with the people closest to me, but for now I'll just leave it at by my being an educated, young, successful African American woman makes people uncomfortable and feel like they can say a lot more to me because of how I carry myself. Thankfully, I wasn't alone and was joined by a dear friend who explored the city with me. One of the most memorable aspects of the trip outside of the research was that I was able to participate in the 13th annual MAAFA event, which is commemoration of the African lives lost during the Middle Passage.  If you're interested in learning more or what to participate here's the link :MAAFA Commemoration
 
Fast forward, I ended up driving back from New Orleans and going to New Smyryna Beach, FL for vacation with my family. It was good to finally unwind and relax a bit before school started. And boy when it started it started. I'm a McKnight Doctoral Fellow and as part of this fellowship I'm required to take twelve credits in the fall/spring and eight credits during the summer. If you're an undergraduate you would probably laugh and say you're only taking 12 credits, I took 18. I was one of those students but in graduate school this is grueling. Like the overachiever I am I decided to take one of , if not the, hardest classes in conjunction with two historic preservation classes, and a class on historical ecology. I knew the archaeological theory class was going to be intensive but in combination with the other classes and the reading load I really haven't had a chance to sit down and catch my breath much less update my blog.  For the first few weeks of school I struggled to manage classes, a relationship, being a pet-mom to an active 14 month old lab, and sleeping. After the first month or so I found my groove and I'm finally able to get at least six hours of sleep a day. This is a big difference from the eight hours I was getting as a first year grad student when I had time to take my dog, Pharaoh, to the dog park for three or four hours a day and play xbox.
 
It's definitely been a jam packed semester with school and my personal life, but I'm not broken. I've had a couple of moments where I was like maybe I'm not cut out for this or what have I gotten myself into. In a future post, I'll go more into details with how I coped and suggestions for how to cope as a grad student, but for now I'll say this. You definitely need to have someone in your corner who is going to listen to your struggles or you having a bad day and just needing to vent. I'm thankful I have a lot of people in my corner that know how important being in school is for me and who have been able to reassure me that this is where I need to be. For those of you reading who are in relationships or just beginning relationships while you're in grad school know it isn't easy for you or your partner. I'm definitely thankful to have one that isn't intimidated by me being in school and who looks out for me.
 
Going forward from now until the end of the semester, things are going to get more complicated. For those of you who don't know I'm analyzing samples from New Orleans, a separate project from the one I worked on this summer, for my master's thesis. This in itself has been a struggle trying to obtain permission from the clients and getting the samples shipped to UF. I do have a date set for my comprehensive exams, January 10th-12th.  So if I don't get a chance to update in the coming weeks I apologize, but atleast I'll have some good stories to tell when this semester is over.
 
Thanks for reading!!!!

Sunday, June 30, 2013

The History of Storyville





Storyville facing Basin Street.

 
This is the perfect time to tell another story, especially now that I am two weeks into my field school. For those of you who have enjoyed the stories I've made up or the experiences I've had-- yeah this isn't one of those. This is actually one that is more interesting....

Established before the turn of the 20th century in New Orleans, Storyville, the infamous red light district developed, as a 38 square block area in the Faubourg Treme in response to public outcry against prostitution. In 1897, city alderman Sidney Story proposed an ordinance that would contain illicit activities within this area which is bounded by Basin St., Iberville St., St. Louis St., and N. Robertston, and banned prostitution in the rest of the city. Storyville was conveniently located near two major transportation points in the city: the basin at the end of the Carondelet Canal and the tracks of the Southern Railway's Canal Street terminal. This provided easy access for entrepreneurs, businessmen, and travelers looking for adult entertainment. Storyville was modeled after port cities in Europe like Amsterdam with legalized red light districts.


Both black and white men served an all white male clientele, with the occasional white woman ( see The Last Madam) in brothels ranging from inexpensive "cribs", which were single bedroom establishments, to the more expensive elegant homes that developed later. African American men were barred from  legally purchasing services from these women regardless of her skin color. Black prostituted could openly serve a black clientele uptown from Storyville. By 1900 the district had become a fully fledged entertainment zone because of the restaurants and saloons that there established nearby. The prostitutes fees ranged from a little as 50 cents to 10 dollar and up; it is said that in some areas a man could get a bed, meal, and a woman for as little as six cents.
Arrest citations for prositutes

Although Jazz was not established in Storyville, it flourished there as well as it did in other parts of the city. Travelers may have believed that it was established within the district because they heard it there first before it spread to the northern reaches of the nation. What Storyville did continue to this unique style of music was a nurturing environment. The upscale brothels could afford to hire piano players for their parlors to entertain the couples before they went upstairs.


By 1910, Storyville was in a steady decline and by 1917 its era in the wickedest city of America was over. As the US entered into WWI in 1917, opponents of legalized prostitution began to push for the district to be closed once and for all. Because New Orleans was a major embarkation port for troops going to Europe for the war, the then Secretary of War Newton D. Baker joined forces with the opponents and pressed the government to close the district; Baker did not want the troops exposed to an illicit activity he considered to be immoral. Objections from the major and other city leaders were not enough to keep the brothels opened and they shut their doors for good in 1917, however, the area remained as a entertainment district throughout the 1920s.

In the 1930's, Storyville was demolished by the city, as part of the nationwide Public Works administration's efforts to clear slums and  make room for public housing. The Iberville Housing projects were constructed to provide affordable housing during the depression.

Lula White is one of the most famous madams in Storyville's history. She operated a four story brothel and employed 40 prostitutes.

Storyville is more than just an infamous red light district that closed its doors almost a century ago. It was an area that played a pivotal role in the creation of New Orleans' identity in the New South Era because of it developed in a context of developing racial, sexual, and gender ideologies and practices. Despite its establishment on the heels of the Plessy v. Ferguson case, Storyville was known for offering the services of octoroon, mixed race, women thus bringing intimate racial mixing out into the open.

For more information on the history of Storyville check out:

* Dr. Alecia Long explains the history of Storyville....    A Visit to Storyville
* The Great Southern Babylon: Sex, Race, and Respectability in New Orleans, 1865-1920
* Spectacular Wickedness: Sex, Race, and Memory in Storyville, New Orleans
* Guidebooks to Sin: The Blue Books of Storyville
* Storyville, New Orleans

Tuesday, June 18, 2013

Artifacts Have Stories Too...

Interesting Finds
 
 
 Within each 10 cm level, a small piece of the past begins to tell a story. True, it's not a complete story, but even the smallest things can be significant because they were once a part of a person's daily life experience. The following images are some of the more interesting things that I have uncovered just two days into the fieldschool
 
 
The Token
 
In a new context we started today in our 2 x 2 m pit, I found this little gem. At first we thought it might have been some type of coin, since yesterday Blaine found an Indian Head penny. Unfortunately, this wasn't a coin, but actually might be a little more interesting. A quick Google search and consultation with Dr. Gray and we have decided that with it might be a token that was used in New Orleans in the early 20th century as a trade item. For example they were used in brothels and for food by the poor. This particular on has 2 1/2 etched on one side (pictured here)  and the letters S. K. on the other.

Rib Bone

 By far, this is probably the item that I was most excited about finding. Without finding any other bones of this size and being a little rusty on identification, I'm guessing its a proximal bone of a cow or pig. There are chatter marks along the side and evidence that it was sawed.

The Teacup

As we were opening up a new context this morning and removing the silt, my partner Janet and I came across this beauty. It's a almost complete teacup that must have broken in place. We won't be sure if it's just this half or the complete cup until we open up the context under this which will probably be around 50-60 cm.
 
The Rockingham Teapot

When I first pulled this out of the loose dirt this morning, I was confused because I thought it was bone. After washing it off and cleaning out the spout, I discovered it was a the spout of a Rockingham teapot. For the last two days we have been finding smaller pieces of the same type of ceramics with the face of dead presidents. Janet is hoping that she can piece together the complete pot back at the lab at UNO.

Thursday, May 30, 2013

Some good reads...

Just wanted to share some good books that I've come across in some of my classes that changed my life. I won't provide summaries because it would ruin the surprise. I have all these copies so if you're interested in borrowing from my ever growing little library let me know.
Dead Men Don't Tell Tales

 The Mismeasure of Man




African American Pioneers in Anthropology
Building a New Biocultural Synthesis
From Savage to Negro
In the Shadow of Slavery: Africa's Botanical Legacy in the Atlantic World


Reflection: 10 Years in the Making

Significant Dates from 2012
January 4th - 8th
January 30th 
March 15th
April 5th
April 6th
April 18th - 22nd
July 14th
August 20th

To anyone else these dates may not mean anything, but to me they are dates that I will likely remember for many years to come ( or just refer to this post when I more than likely forget them). These dates include my very first poster and oral presentations at the Society for Historical Archaeology in Baltimore, Maryland and at the Society for American Archaeology in Memphis Tennessee; the day that I received my acceptance letter from the University of Florida; my invitation to join the gamma of DC chapter of Phi Beta Kappa; a phone call that notified me I had received the McKnight Doctoral Fellowship; the beginning of the 12 hour road trip from my parent's house to Gainesville for the very first time; and the first day of my  graduate education. There is no doubt in my mind that 2012 was a big year for me, but in the grand scheme of things....it's just the beginning of a dream set into motion by a 13 year old girl. .


Most little girls dream of their wedding day and price charming, how many children they want to have, and where they want their house with the white picket fence and golden retriever. I wasn't like other little girls,I sat down before the age of 13 and planned my life until I was 32.  I believed that one day  I would be a marine biologist and save the animals, and then a judge (completely bypassing being a lawyer) so that I could make people pay for their crimes, and eventually decided I wanted to be in business. I wanted to become the first African American female CEO. Of course at that age I knew nothing about Ursula Burns, the madam chairman and CEO of Xerox.

Fast forward ten years through a high school graduation with honors and acceptance letters from schools across Maryland, Virginia, the District of Columbia, and North Carolina; a college graduation with honors and acceptance letters from schools in  Maryland, the District of Columbia, and Florida; and the first year of graduate school completed with an exceptional g.p.a  The academic honors, scholarships, fellowships, and high grade point averages speak to by abilities as a student, but to me that's just not good enough.

I'm a perfectionist and control freak in more ways than one. Want a perfect example? It took me an hour and a half to name my puppy after driving to Jacksonville to pick him up because I needed a name that would suit him and have historical meaning. I'll introduce him in a later post. Academically, I've always excelled and that's what most people have come to expect from me. I'm okay with that BUT I'm also never one to be complacent. Thirteen year old me would probably be excited that I am on track to surpass the goals I set for myself, however, I'm no longer 13 and those goals need to be re-evaluated.

A Thirteen Year Old's Goals                     vs.                         A 23 Year Old's Goals
1.  Become the first African American CEO                         1. Doctorate and Job  in hand by 28
2.  Own first home by 32                                                        2. Earn a second M.A. degree by 30
3.  Buy dream car                                                                3. First book written and  published by 30
                                                                                               4 & 5.   same as  #2-3
                                                                                6 . Obtain appointments at the Smithsonian's      
                                                                               Museum of  Natural History and the National Museum 
                                                                                    of African American History and Culture
                                                                                   7. Curate my own research  collections

At first glance for most people my goals at 23 seem easily attainable. Unfortunately, in anthropology, on average it can take anywhere from 6 to 10 years to earn a doctorate because research is dependent upon grants & funding, availability of projects, and the amount of hoops that need to be jumped through. I'm more than confident in my abilities as a student, researcher, and professional, but realistically funding is hard to come by and my ever changing interests may hinder me from finding the perfect dissertation site. Once I have my doctorate and job, I do believe that the other goals will fall into place.

By reflecting over the last decade I've learned one very important lesson and answered a question  I've been skirting around for months. There will come a time between your undergraduate graduation, your acceptance into your dream graduate program, and the first "bad" grade you receive on an assignment that will make you question whether you're smart and capable enough to be where you are today. I hope that your answer is the same as mine- YES. I'm not one to brag on my accomplishments because to me they are just some run of the mill things that I've done and has been done by plenty of people before me. The difference is that I know where I'm going is virtually uncharted territory and everything I've done up until this point has given me the confidence to make my mark and prove myself worthy. 

Take the time to pat yourself on the back, you're 13 year old self would be so proud....