Thursday, February 4, 2016
Grace and I were in the swing generation of women, between women not being taken seriously in archaeology, and today's acceptance. Grace was an avocational archaeologist who had a salon, as it were, in her home, avocational and professional archaeologists always welcome for good talk. We urged her to take degrees to become professional, which she did when the kids were grown enough. Her exemplary, valuable dissertation excited interest among First Nations, especially Blackfoot, but she entered the job market at an unauspicious time and as a middle-aged woman competing against ambitious young men. We professional archaeologists always respected her, cite her work, and regret she couldn't win positions where she could share her knowledge and mentor younger scientists more fully. I sign in sisterhood with the unforgetable scientist and warm friend, R. Grace Morgan.
