(Photo courtesy of Library of Congress.)
As a kid growing up in Chicago, I would never leave my bike outside in case it rained; it might get cold. I cried when I passed a stand of leftover Halloween pumpkins because I didn’t want them to feel bad about not having been chosen. Even today, if I have to throw something in an empty garbage bin I make sure I put another piece of trash with it so it doesn’t get lonely.
Imagine my arrhythmia upon learning what was uncovered in a 400 year-old shipwreck off the coast of Holland in August 2014.
News of the discovery was kept quiet for 18 months until the finds could be examined and stabilized.
(Photo courtesy of Kaap Skil Museum, Textel, North Holland.)
What at first appeared to be bundles of rags were later discovered to be an exceptional haul of antique textiles, all remarkably preserved thanks to their burial in the seabed away from oxygen and animals. Even more remarkably, the consistency of sizes among the pieces suggested the loot was the property of a single--and very wealthy--owner. Rich silks, woven damasks and embroidered bodices resembled the clothing depicted in 17th century art and led researchers to believe the owner may even have been royal. Only two days ago, historians positively identified the owner as Jean Kerr, Countess of Roxburghe, lady-in-waiting to Queen Henrietta Maria.
One of the most important textile finds in Europe, this discovery is considered "the Night Watch of the costume world." -Professor Emmy de Groot, University of Amsterdam
whose contents are now on display at a dedicated museum in Kansas City.
(Photo courtesy of the Arabia Steamboat Museum.)
Exactly one year prior, the Daily Mail reported the tale of an eerie time capsule discovered in an English townhouse: a war widow assuaged her grief by shopping compulsively for seven decades after her fiance’s death and stored each of the items—unworn—in trunks around her childhood home.
(Photos courtesy of North News & Pictures Ltd.)
But sometimes it keeps me awake at night to think about what else is out there, waiting and lonely. And how I would love to be the one to find them.