My name is Aris. Aris is pronounced (heiress) and I'm not sure what the meaning is. Several years ago, when I was asked what my name meant, I replied that Aris was a Greek Sexx Goddess (what can I say I'm a romance writer). Unfortunately, my husband happened to be near, he looked over at me, rolled his eyes, and said very loudly "I wish". I've moved on to another story, which happens to be true. I was born in the seventies to a pair of hippies, real hippies. Having said that, I think I got off lucky with the name Aris. It could have been much worse, Fruit Stand or something like that. So, Aris it is.

Saturday, July 14, 2012

~A Mysterious Finding On My Property~

A few months ago we bought 160 acres. I’ve been hiking the property, checking things out. This is what I discovered last night. Anyone know what it is? I’m hoping there are some archeologists out there who can tell me a little about it.
I believe it’s Native America simply because there is a mortar hole on top of the rock (it is rather hard to see but it is pretty deep). It is also between the oak trees—good for acorns, and is near a river—good for fishing. It does look like the ceiling is slightly black, a fire possibly?  Not too black though. I’m curious as to why someone would take all that time to carve out the rock. Was it a shelter for winter? Two adults can sit in it but it seems like a lot of effort for only a person or two. The little rock wall is interesting too. I do know there were lots of miners on the property…perhaps the rocks were from them—making a little area to take a break. Maybe the miners were the ones who carved it out. Any thoughts?
The kids and I are going to do some digging around and see what we can find. I’ll let you know.









Mortar hole (it doens't look deep in the pic but it is)




~type you soon~
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