One hundred years ago today British archeologist and Egyptologist Howard Carter discovered the sarcophagus of Tutankhamen, better known as King Tut, in Egypt’s Valley of the Kings.
This was a breakthrough discovery- the first of it’s kind and as Howard Carter said when asked what he saw, he said ” wonderful things “. It’s been a hundred years and we are still seeing ‘wonderful’ things coming from Egypt’s ancient past.
I was about 10 years old when I read a book about King Tut and from that moment on I wanted to be an archeologist- I didn’t pull that one off, but in reading everything I could get my hands on about ancient Egypt I learned about the mummification process and Anubis and I ended up becoming a Morticians Apprentice instead.
When the Muses show up it’s kind of hard to predict where they’ll take you.
Tomb of Tutankhamun
In 2012 some of King Tutankhamen’s funerary art as well as pieces that represented other dynasties came to Seattle on a ” Tour “.
Not only was I lucky enough to go, I got to go to an event by invitation so I believe there were a less then 500 hundred guests which meant if you were there you could stroll around at a this slow pace and soak it all in each and every artifact and that’s exactly what I did.
I didn’t take a lot of pictures because I could not believe I was standing there with things I had only read about in books since I was a child. The best word I can use to describe how i felt as I took things in was ‘enchanted’. To be honest, I forgot about my camera after about 15 minutes into the exhibit.
So here are some of my favorite pictures- I hope you enjoy them.
Photograph A.M. Moscoso
Photo A.M. MOSCOSO ” Horus”
Photo A.M. Mososo
Photo A.M. Moscoso Leopard Head emblem: It’s believed that priests, performing the opening of the mouth ceremony attached it to their robes
Photo A.M. Moscoso Pharaoh Akhenaton- Tutankhamen’s Father
Inner coffin of queen Ahmose-Meritamun Photo A.M. Moscoso
For Fandango’s Flashback Friday I found a fun post I wrote on November 4 th of 2012 and trotted out a few more times over the years because it’s one of my favorite childhood memories- it’s called
The Turkey Incident
Our Dad had been a Chef and it was his job at home during holidays to roast the Christmas Turkey.
His Turkeys were great, they were perfect and he took great pride in his work.
The turkey skin was golden, the bird was always seasoned and stuffed to perfection. I swear to God when he pulled it out of the oven it looked like something you’d see on a magazine cover or cookbook.
When I was 12 I had saved up my money and bought the most adorable little Alaskan Malamute puppy I named Sham.
I should have named him Godzilla because Sham grew up to be the size of a horse.
Not some regular horse.
He was Clydesdale sized.
Sham never liked being in the house when we were cooking because I think it was too warm for him.
But one Christmas me and my brother and sister wouldn’t let him out when he asked because we were having fun with him.
You know kids- our parents went to wrap some gifts for our family members that were going to be coming for Christmas dinner and we decided to power our way through the candy in our Christmas stockings and we forgot Sham was in the house.
My brother went to the kitchen to get some cookies and he came running back into my bedroom.
His face was white and I thought he was going to faint.
He couldn’t speak, he just grabbed me by my hair and pulled me down the hall to the kitchen.
All my brother could do was point
Sham was standing at the counter and he had this huge turkey in his jaws.
I slapped my hand over my mouth to keep from screaming.
My sister was right behind us and we piled on Sham and held him still while I pried his jaws open.
He dropped the turkey on the floor, I grabbed the cooling platter from the counter and dropped the turkey on it.
The platter was made of wood had little spikes on it to hold the turkey in place. I pushed the turkey back on the spikes and burned my hand shoving the stuffing back in because some of it had popped out and oozed on the counter.
Me and my brother lifted the platter and put it back up on the counter.
” What are you kids doing?” my Mom called ” You’re to quiet!”
” We’re playing with Sham.” my sister answered.
I looked down at her in horror. ” Shut up!” I hissed.
I stuffed turkey bits in the little holes from Sham’s fangs and we ran back down the hall and into my bedroom.
” Hide him!” my brother said.
I threw a blanket over Sham and he layed down and we could hear him licking his chops under the blanket.
He fell asleep and the three of us sat there on my bed waiting to die.
The doorbell rang and the rest of our family started to show up for Christmas Dinner.
Then my Dad went into the kitchen to carve the turkey.
Dinner went off without a hitch.
Dad carved the turkey, there were a million side dishes and everyone said it tasted great as usual.
I wouldn’t know- me and my siblings didn’t eat turkey that Christmas.
Come on. It was in our dog’s mouth. It was on the kitchen floor at one point. We wouldn’t have eaten it for more Christmas presents or money.
Besides, every time we lifted a slice to our lips the other one would bark or pant and we’d start laughing so hard we’d start choking.
I don’t know if this was the funniest Christmas memory I have- but it is one of the best.
Now it’s tradition:
I give my dogs their own slices of turkey freshly carved and still a little warm and I tell them it’s from Sham.
“Will you walk into my parlour?” said a spider to a fly; ” ‘Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy. The way into my parlour is up a winding stair, And I have many pretty things to shew when you are there.” “Oh no, no!” said the little fly, “to ask me is in vain, For who goes up your winding stair can ne’er come down again.”
The Spider and the Fly by Mary Howitt published in 1829.
In my mind I have a ghost of an idea that the mountains are Nature’s Haunted Houses and that some of them are even killers and collect trophies ( looking at you Mount Everest ).
Vague ideas aside, I am sure of one thing.
Mountains spend all of their time just waiting for somebody to stroll up their calm and serene faces and that they will patiently wait for that single traveler to make one bad move.
1. In 1924 George Mallory was among the first climbers to attempt to climb Mt. Everest. He fell and died because of head trauma. His body was not found and identified until 1999.
The Cuernos del Paine Photographed by Luis Davilla
The dead of winter in North Cascades National Park, Washington, USA. Photographer Unknown
Carpathian Mountains With Trees Covered With Snow And Sunlight With Cloudy Sky During Winter Photographer Unknown
I always get stuck trying to figure out what to write about over the Christmas Holidays- I mean I can spin stories about ghosts and such, but sometimes I would like to branch out a bit, so here are some ideas I will probably work with and I encourage you to do the same- plus there’s a neat ambiance video at the end to help get you in the mood if you decide to tackle these along with me.
I don’t know about you, but sometimes I write my responses to prompts ahead of time, bank them and then post date them for later publishing. That’s what I’ll probably use these for.
Your favorite Christmas movies to binge
Your best Christmas memories from childhood
What makes the perfect Christmas?
If you could celebrate Christmas anywhere in the world where would it be?
How do Christmases in this day and age compare to old Christmases?
What’s your Christmas traditions?
What Christmas party games do you play every year?
Last-minute gift ideas
Write your own letter to Santa
Do you have a creepy Christmas story? If so share it
Do you have sentimental Christmas decorations? If so why are they so special to you?
It wouldn’t be Christmas without…..
Your favorite Christmas books
Do you have a Christmas eve box? If so what’s in it?
whats your elf on the shelf ideas?
Make your own advent calendar
How to celebrate Christmas if you’re an introvert
How do you handle anxiety during Christmas?
Photo Journal your entire Christmas day
How to deal with toxic family members over Christmas
Your Christmas eve tradition
Self-care ideas for December
Share your goals and resolutions for the year ahead
Share your new years eve traditions
How do you celebrate new years eve? do you party? or do you like quiet nights in?
Did you achieve your new year’s resolutions you set yourself for this past year?
What do you want to let go of this year?
What’s the best thing you’ve purchased this year?
Pick a word that perfectly sums up the year we’ve just had and write about it