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| Meteor Similar to One I Saw Last Night. Source: Pinterest. |
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Scientists have unearthed an Inca-era tomb under a home in the heart of Peru’s capital, Lima, a burial believed to hold remains wrapped in cloth alongside ceramics and fine ornaments...
... those entombed were probably from the elite of Ruricancho society, a culture that once populated present-day Lima before the powerful Inca came to rule a sprawling empire across the length of western South America in the 1400s...
Here is the link for the rest of the story.
Inca-era tomb unearthed beneath home in Peru’s capital | Archaeology | The Guardian
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MANILA, Philippines (AP) — A U.S. Navy destroyer escort that engaged a superior Japanese fleet in the largest sea battle of World War II in the Philippines has become the deepest wreck to be discovered, according to explorers.
The USS Samuel B. Roberts, popularly known as the “Sammy B,” was identified on Wednesday broken into two pieces on a slope at a depth of 6,985 meters (22,916 feet).
That puts it 426 meters (1,400 feet) deeper than the USS Johnston, the previous deepest wreck discovered last year in the Philippine Sea also by American explorer Victor Vescovo, founder of Dallas-based Caladan Oceanic Expeditions. He announced the latest find together with U.K.-based EYOS Expeditions...
Explorers find WWII Navy ship, deepest wreck discovered | AP News
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Last night about 10PM I took my garbage out to the curb and the fleeting streak of what might have been a bright meteor flashed from high in the sky. In a second, it flashed bright then disappeared. I stood transfixed at the dark eastern sky wondering about what I saw. I couldn't tell how far away it was, but to me it seemed not far.
It was the brightest and most colorful meteor I'd ever seen, unlike the quick white streaks I'd seen in the past. I wondered if it could have been space junk, but now I think it was a meteor and wish I had caught it on camera to share. But it was one of those experiences, that unless someone else out there was looking at the exact same place at the same time, will remain a private experience. My wife wished she saw it, and I wish she saw it too.
Just a few hours later, I awoke in the dark quiet of the night from a dream. In the dream, my wife took me to a church, which reminded me of the church my parents took me too from the time before I could walk. Of course, my mom was young then too.
Not too many years ago, my mother related one more time how I crawled under the pew in front of us and she caught me by the ankle before I got too far.
That was up north a thousand miles away, It seems like a thousand years too. Another place, another time, and another world that is quickly fading but has not yet disappeared from my memory.
I remember that church as well as any place other than my childhood home and the farms and hills and valleys. We went to church every week.
It was a big old church, built near the time of the Civil War. The kind you don't see much anymore - at least not around this part of Florida. My grandmother went there as a youth herself.
Upon entering the large double doors to the right was a long line of iron coat hangers, above which was a shelf where my grandpa put his hat every week. On the left was a similar line of hangers where the ladies hung their coats. And beyond the coat haners were the small men's and ladies' rooms, below the large, curved stairways on the left and right leading up to the ornate sanctuary that was surrounded on three sides by two-story-high stained-glass windows. The pipes of a huge old historic pipe ogran adorned most of the front wall behind the pulpit.
The Sunday routine was always the same. We had perfect attendance several years and received lapel pins to acknowledge that. My mom still has some of them in a box of miscellaneous trinkets and memories at her house.
Every week I applied the shoe polish with the applicator from the Esquire shoe polish bottle and then put on my clip-on tie. I found one of those embossed shoe polish bottles on the Treasure Coast not too long ago.
I remember every room downstairs as well as the sanctuary, starting with the nursery that had yellow chairs with tiny, short legs arranged around a similarly low table, and a sand box on legs. Can't imagine that existing today. And I think I might even have some of the colorful little papers with Sunday school lessons with the Dick- and Jane-like characters and pictures of Jesus.
Like the country fields and school, it was a big part of my early life, but there were no summer vacations like school. Christmas programs, dinners, social events, were part of it, as well as the other boys and girls that grew up with me there.
When I was a young teen, my grandpa took me to dartball games. The men of one church would play against the men of another church and then have a dinner after the game. Home and away games at other churches were alternated.
It wasn't the little dart board you usually see but one about four or five feet tall with a baseball diamond on it. It som looked something like the one in the picture I found below.
From crawling under the pews, to youth, to high school and college, church was something my family of three generations shared.
As I write, you probably don't know why I am bothering to tell you all of this. You weren't there. Why should you care? I really don't know. But the one thing that strikes me now, is there is only one person left in the world that shared and knows that part of my life. There is only one person in the world that can remember it with me, and she is 96 years old and fading.
It doesn't seem a coincidence that the meteor flashed before my eyes last night, as I stood there alone in in the silence of night, and then a little later a big part of my life flashed before my eyes. It won't be long, I suspect, before I will be the only one who has seen and can remember that part of my life, and like the meteor that so briefly shined brightly before me last night, will fade away and disappear.
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Those same two areas are still out there, but don't seem to be heading towards Florida.
Only a one or two foot surf is predicted for the Treasure Coast for the next several days.
I',m currently researching some finds I'll be posting in the future.
Good hunting,
TreasureGuide@comcast.net