Tracy S. Morris

Quirky Mysteries, Screwball Fantasy and Sassy History

I Am Not Making This Up: The Real Mummy

Written By: Tracy - Jul• 31•17

Over 3,000 years ago, a 10 year old boy became king. He reigned for nine years, then died and was buried with all appropriate pomp and splendor. Then, just like that scene in The Emperor's New Groove, people said "well, he's not gettin' any deader." And it was business as usual.

Move forward in time to the year 1922, when a former chief inspector of the Egyptian Antiquities Service took a chisel and made a hole in the door of that young man's tomb.

The archaeologist may have held his breath and prayed at this moment. His boss was right there, breathing down his neck. After all, he'd been searching for this tomb for several years. If there was no tomb on the other side of this door, then that would be the end of his funding.

Instead as his eyes adjusted to the light of the candle that he'd thrust into the hole, he saw the glimmer of gold. Piles and heaps of gold. Like Indiana Jones's best daydream.

The archaeologist was looking into the best preserved, most intact pharoah's tomb discovered to date.

That archaeologist was Howard Carter, and the obscure 19 year old king was Tutankhamun.

Carter's discovery ignited a second wave of Egypt-mania (Napoleon's invasion of Egypt and looting of it's treasures kicked off the first wave). Thanks to his discoveries, the treasures found in King Tut's tomb are the image we imagine when we think of ancient Egypt Even the girl-villain from The Mummy (the 1932 and 1999 versions, not the 2017 version) was named after King Tut's sister-wife, Ankhesenamun.

In a twist of historical irony, because everyone forgot Tutankhamen shortly after his death, now he's the most famous Egyptian of all time.

I plan to cover a bit more about King Tut next week on my podcast.  Stay tuned!

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