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| It was kind of a solemn day yesterday for me. I broke my first trowel. I bought it at the Home Hardware in Vulcan when I started volunteering on digs in High School. Many years ago, I started carving a bird head into the handle before I realized I really didn't really know how to carve bird heads, so I abandoned that idea. When I got to university, they told me it would never last because it wasn't a Marshalltown trowel. It didn't even have a brand name on it, so I figured I'd just wait until it inevitably broke and get a trowel that would last. As far as I can tell, it was with me for 23 years and 17 field seasons. |
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| It developed a bit of a crack in the weld on the blade in recent years and it bent bad earlier this season, so I was digging carefully with it. It looked like I might get the summer out of it, but then I kneeled on it with one of my big knee pads and it popped. I haven't quite decided what to do with it. I'm still carrying it around in my field kit until I get home. |
Photo Credits:
1: Tim Rast
2: Lori White
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