One of the things my Dad and I had in common was an appreciation for and an admiration of the First Peoples of this continent. They were resourceful, creative people who used their brains and talents to not only survive but prosper in a very wild land. The area of Ohio that his farm was near was especially rich in rock types (being hilly and part of the western edge of the Appalachians). Not far to the west of the farm is Flint Ridge, for example - a resource so well-known, the name has endured into modern times. :)
Like many midwestern farmers, Dad found lots of lithic (rock) fragments in the fields during plowing season. Amongst the assorted 'stuff' he saved and Stephanie and I sorted through were a lot of arrowheads (some whole, some broken) and other bits of worked stone. This photo above shows what I _think_ is a hand scraper. Here are some more fragments I brought home from his salvage:
This second photo shows what I am pretty sure is broken bits of arrowheads (or failed attempts at knapping same). Why do I think the first black rock is a hand scraper?
Because there are two ways I can comfortably hold it in my hand and both of them fit like the proverbial glove. :) Also, each orientation aligns a cutting surface correctly for me to use it. Most likely this was a tool (if it was ever used as one) for scraping hides or maybe the inner surface of bark.
Now, I'm not a trained flint knapper (person who can chip and knock apart stones into useful shapes like scrapers, arrowheads or axes) - I wish I was, truthfully. That skill is on my bucket list (and likely to stay there - as must be obvious, knapping rocks is tough on the hands:). But I'm pretty sure that I am correct about these bits of rock. :)
Anyway, maybe it is all in my imagination ... but that black rock brings thoughts of my Father closer to me and makes me miss him even more. Bitter sweet. :)
This has been a busy week .... can't even remember everything I've done (including spending all day yesterday in my nightgown 'cause of some kind of stomach weakness).
Oh, took another chain maile class and learned Helm Weave ... did not think I would be able to master that 'cause the links we were using were so small (the project was a finger ring). I'm not used to strugglling to master a manual dexterity skill. Grin. I could see what I was supposed to do and understood the ideas, but really had trouble with getting my big fat fingers and trembling hands to do what I wanted. Finally managed, though. Whew!
Tomorrow I am going to go sew with my friend Barbara ... and, hopefully, vote. Meant to do the latter today but forgot (managed to get five other chores done but forgot that one).