We live in an old house on a dead-end street in an old neighborhood. It's close to downtown, but it's also on a ravine. This ravine apparently served as the neighborhood dump 100 years ago or so. M is a budding archaeologist and has spent many an hour digging on the hillside. She called me at work one day a couple of years ago, breathless with excitement, and told me that she'd found a "whole plate but it was in three pieces." It still cracks me up. Anyway, the centerpiece of this table was one of M's finds, as is the brown transferware piece (and many others like it) in this jar.