After spending almost two weeks excavating in the James Holliday house, digging up countless household items, it’s easy to see that although generations span between us, modern day Marylanders are similar to their Annapolis ancestors. As we slowly sift through the shards that once made up a family’s life, it becomes apparent what kind of life that James Holliday and his family held. Pieces of glass from everything from bottles to windowpanes litter the dirt floor, toys such as marbles and dolls are sporadically spread apart, and tiny bits of fish and bird bone pop up every couple of millimeters. All of this acts as a narrative; suddenly the Holliday family comes to life as we envision children playing on the kitchen floor while fish or chicken is prepared for them.
Discovering commonplace items like broken glass and pottery may seem insignificant, but these small things give a seemingly arbitrary family a face in history and a voice in time; every little bit helps us understand life in Annapolis in a way that written documentation never could. The ability to physically hold something in your hand and know that this was part of someone’s real life is an amazing feeling. It really made me personally understand that even though they’re gone, the Holliday’s imprint on society is still present, letting us better understand them and their day-to-day life.
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