Sammy.
Saturday, January 7th, 2006
I’ve been married since 1989 to a woman who spends quite a bit of time looking at how people live. It’s in her nature; it’s the nature of her work. It’s the core of who she is. She is a precise, detail-oriented person. She sees, hears, and remembers in a way I can only envy.
Sammy Smith is an archaeologist, which means she is also an anthropologist. She studies people, especially people and cultures who lived before they left written records. She has worked in this profession for many years in many states. Only in the past few years has she returned to graduate school to take her studies into new directions.
She finished her phD dissertation in late 2002, which centers on Mesoamerica, more specifically the area in and between the Valley of Oaxaca and the Valley of Mexico. This may explain why we spent three months down there in late 1996/early 1997. It has something to do with concordant macroregional change, which, uh, has something to do with people, and, uh, the way they lived, and, uh, big hand gestures.
She loves to travel, as do I. She loves the outdoors, nature, growing things. She reads huge piles of fiction for recreation, as well.
She is wise, creative, clever, and I’m lucky to have found her.
