They found them in the Ukraine in one of the Vietnam war years, in the year of Selma and the teenage sniper on the 101 and the launch of the world’s first in-space nuclear reactor. There were troops in the D.R. and the burning of draft cards and Muhammed Ali knocked out Sonny Liston in a rematch.
Right. It was Beatlemania and Watts and the Stones and Vatican II that year.
How did they find them?
It was just a jawbone at first. A farmer was expanding his cellar when he uncovered it. Then there were more bones.
Hundreds, then thousands. They thought at first it was the site of a mass slaughter.
Yes. Then they noticed the patterns, the arrangement. Then they found more, and they figured that what they were looking at was one of the earliest known relics of human architecture.
People lived in the bones?
The tusks made an arched entryway. They created domes with the rest, covered them with skins. There were sometimes multiple domes in one area. Each could hold ten to one-hundred people. It is likely that there were ritual gatherings inside.
Day-to-day living, also?
Definitely. They would have to. Consider the cold.
So, they were sheltered in the bones of the mammoth they had eaten?
And the bones they would gather.
I am trying to imagine the quiet of that space, the uncompromised elegance.
Of living in the remains of the dead.
Of no one pretending otherwise.
Where everywhere you looked, there they were.
The remains, and you inside them.
Except it would be us, always us.
Always a group, breathing for a short time.
In the shelters assembled by living hands, from the remains.
As if to say, come in. Stay for a while.
As if to say, we are all going soon.
As if to remind, this is shelter. Foxes have holes, birds their nests.
But the sons and daughters of men?
For more about the 1965 discovery of the oldest surviving architecture, Jeremy Norman’s History of Information provides more information and a short video.