Showing posts with label Old Kingdom Mummy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Old Kingdom Mummy. Show all posts

Friday, October 28, 2011

Friday Funny

Today's Friday Funny is courtesy of Brent Tozzer. After my tour of high school students at the Michael C. Carlos Museum this morning, I stopped by the book shop to say hello to Brent, bookseller extraordinaire. With fellow docent, Pat Stone, we chatted about the wonderful mummy upstairs in the Old Kingdom exhibit.

"He's so extraordinary!" I commented. "I never get tired of looking at him."

"He's featured in KMT (Egyptology) magazine," Pat pointed out. "They've got some wonderful photos."

Brent smirked slightly, as if holding in a chuckle.

"What?" I asked. "Don't you love him him too?"

"Of course," he said. "Burt's great."

"Burt?"

"Yeah. You know. Like Burt Reynolds in that photo he took for Playgirl. That's how the mummy is posing."


Upon which my brain exploded:
Nekkid Burt Reynolds
4,000 year old mummy.
Yeah. And Brent, just so you know, I will never be able to UNSEE this so, um....thanks?

:-)

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Sleeping Mummies and Magical Dolls

Today, I toured a group of second and third-grade students through the Carlos Museum's Egyptian galleries. We started with our new exhibit, "Life and Death in the Pyramid Age" and my favorite mummy of all time, our sleeping beauty:

Isn't he just magnificent? He really looks like he's about to sit up, swing his legs over and walk out, doesn't he?

At 4,000 years old, this guy was around during the dynasty when the Great Pyramids were built.

Before we entered the gallery, I debunked myths about mummy curses and walking mummies, which reassured the littlest ones who seemed a bit nervous about seeing a "real, live mummy." As expected, they "oooh-ed" and "aaaah-ed" over him. 

"He looks like he's taking a nap and just needs his blanket," one kid said.

They were most surprised, though, by the models buried with mummies--including the bread-bakers and beer brewers.

"Are they dolls?" they asked.

"Nope," I told 'em. "They're models of workers put into the tombs. In the afterworld, the pharaoh would point to them and they would  magically come to life and serve him."

They liked that kind of magic. I over-heard a couple of them mumbling about models for "cleaning-up-your-room" and "doing-your-homework-for-you."

I love kids.