The Ancient Egyptian Times Newspaper Year of 135 BC Anippe’s Daily Life By: Thalia Anastasia Ramsey Anippe is a village scribe in ancient Egypt. She had a very good life because she scribe who never suffered, never lacked reward for her work, and never had to pay taxes. During her job, she would record everything such as history and important events. While other scribes worked for pharaohs and priests, Anippe worked in the villages getting paid to write letters, prayers, marriage contracts, property agreements, and legal petitions. When somebody in the village would receive a letter and they weren’t educated, he or she would hire Anippe to read it for them. “ I think I have a very good life and job,” says Anippe. Anippe had 3 boys and they followed in their Mother’s footsteps. Artisan:Daily Life By: Abby Cromie Today is just another day of making jewelry, pottery, and sculptures. Then I make my artwork, sell it, and then more supplies with the money. My family makes all kinds of artwork. Artisans could be carpenters, metal-workers, jewelers, painters, potters, sculptors, stone carvers, and weavers. I work around the painters early in the morning, (8:30 am-11:30am) then go to lunch at 12:00. After lunch, I start making jewelry from 12:301:30. Then I take a short break. From 2:00-3:00, I go to pottery. Today at pottery, things were strange. Nobody was at the pottery place. Usually, there are 10-15 people at pottery with me. I went to check the other sections, but no one was there. I went to get my mom and dad, but they weren’t at the house. I went to the town, but nobody was there. This was strange. I finally went to the palace and found everyone, eating lunch. I looked around, but I didn't find any kids. There was a sign that said “ADULTS ONLY”. I started to walk out of the palace. All the children of the village were at the paint section of the artisan part of the village. The kids that weren’t artisan but farmers, slaves and others wanted me and some other artisans to teach them how to paint. Once the other children were painting, I got back to pottery. I made a bowl, vase, and a piggy bank. After I left them to dry, I fired my pottery then painted them. The vase I painted blue and green. The bowl I painted red and orange. Last but not least, I painted the piggy bank pink and a little bit of black. Instead of an hour of pottery, I spent four hours at pottery. The Ancient Egyptian Times Newspaper Year of 135 BC From 6:30-7:30 I ate dinner. By the time I finished dinner, I took a shower and went to bed. The next day, I ate breakfast, forgetting about yesterday. After breakfast, I started to weave. Once you start weaving, it is hard not to look up from time to time. If you look away, you might lose your place. When I weave, I tend to do small projects. I usually just weave a small basket for fruit. If I ever have to take a break from weaving, I put a small piece of clay on the material to keep my spot. When I am done weaving, I ask the farmers if I could pick some of their berries. I use the brand new basket I weaved to hold the berries. When I got home, I wash the berries I picked and eat some of them. I save the extra berries for my mom and dad to eat. After my snack, I started to do metal work in the back yard. The metalwork I do is usually simple and doesn’t require heavy lifting. I often make horseshoes and wall decoration. After the metalwork, I went to lunch. I made jelly out of the berries I picked at the farm. This is pretty much my daily life. Two days of doing all the artisan work pays off. When my house is filled with artwork, I usually make a little booth to sell my artwork. When I run out of artwork to sell, I take down my booth and go home. I save my money when time comes to buy food. When I sell the artwork, I get enough money to buy a weeks worth of food. This is my daily life as an artisan. Thank you to whoever is reading this. Femi’s everyday life style by: Kadie Pine Some of you might think I have been a fighter my whole life, but I used to be a farmer. They didn’t seem to need an organized army. They were protected by natural boundaries of the desert that surrounded the empire. During the old kingdom, if the pharaoh needs people or men to fight he would call upon the farmers. That’s how I was picked to fight in a war for Egypt. Sometimes the soldiers became the king take Horemheb he became king in the 18th dynasty. Some of my The Ancient Egyptian Times Newspaper Year of 135 BC friends were forced against their own will to the fight but others followed in their fathers footsteps. I was following in my father's footsteps. Later in my life I had two kids. Their names are Ahset (my daughter)Menkhaf (my son)and Aanekhtou (my husband) My and husband are both trained very hard like: wrestling, sand bag lifting, archery, “THE LIFE OF AAU, AN ANCIENT EGYPTIAN MERCHANT” By Usman Zuberi I am Aau, a merchant, and I live in Egypt. I will be explaining my job to you. My job as a merchant could be just as hard as a pharaoh’s or a priest’s job. This job could be as dangerous as other jobs to. Every other day I traverse through the desert to barter for my material. I usually deliver gold, papyrus, linen cloth, jewelry, ebony wood, and panther skins. After going to other countries to get the goods, I barter with priests, nobles, and pharaohs. Sometimes, when there are too many goods, such as grains, us merchants trade with normal people from other countries to make a bigger profit. I live in a mud brick home, and I have to wear a human hair wig because of what I do. Richer merchants have better privileges too. Egyptian merchants who served nobles and pharaohs, could serve to temples and keep making money. My job has its bad moments, but it still is better than some other jobs around here. - Aau The Merchant Life as a Farmer Life as a Farmer by Mikko Taitague was very different back then because we cows or bulls to make area for the seeds to rest on, then the cows didn’t The Ancient Egyptian Times Newspaper Year of 135 BC have electronics to cut the field of crops. Back then they used were used to make milk and cheese. Then they sacrificed the bulls to eat them throughout the day.In (cont.) this article will be telling you the life as a farmer. The first thing about the farmers lifetime, was that they were in the lower class level. That means that they were beyond being a Pharaoh or scribe. In the lower class level they with the slaves and peasants. Also in the lower class level everybody was poor and very working hard people unlike the people in upper class level because they barely work as often as the farmer. The second thing about the farmers life is that they were poor. A farmer’s house was mostly and always private because the windows were high like close to the ceiling. they kept the windows high they because farmers and their family didn’t want anybody looking through the window and they wanted privacy in their house. Their floors were packed with dirt and all the farmers houses’ were made by mudded bricks. During the day the woman stayed at the house and baked bread throughout the day because they made bread for breakfast, lunch, and for dinner. Then the woman made items for stuff like pottery and weaved clothes. While the woman did their stuff the men (men = farmers) irrigated many crops, they used canals to store lots of water to use for the crops, and got many seeds for the crops. Then when farmers didn’t want to do their work they can buy themselves out of work for per day.The ones who didn’t work and not pay they were sailed away to work on a temple or other pyramids. The worst months was June between September because those were flood months. It was the worst month that a farmer could ever imagine. Usually the farms were mostly destroyed some were bareilly wiped off. But during the flood months most farmer families had to go to the government and stay there for shelter during the flood months. While the flood months were flooding the farm, soldiers chose boys and men to work on something while they had nothing to do. Then during the flood months the woman grouped together and did their usually stuff like weaving, baking bread, and brewed beer. After the flood months (June to September) the went back to their farm’s, samoe shocked or some happy that their farm not destroyed like The Ancient Egyptian Times Newspaper Year of 135 BC the others. A lot of farmers had to level the soil because most of the soil was packed like a little hill we can all walk on. After they leveled the soil they used their bulls to make a hole for seeds to put in. If some farmers had no seeds they had to go to other farms to get more seeds for free. But the other farmer had to give amount of seeds he can use so can the other farmer use for his farm. Then thats how the farmer gets back together when the flood months ruin the farmer’s farm. This was an article about the farmers life and how they did they work their lives at the lower class level. Now onto the last article. The Punishment by Aaron Gold (the slave) Today was just an ordinary day, until the pharaoh accused me of laziness, but I didn’t do everything. Anyway, he sent me to be thrown in a pool of lamprey. Those wormlike piranhas that eat you alive in minutes, but ten of them can demolish you in seconds and at least a hundred teeth. Those underwater devils. Then the guards took me away to those demolishing creatures. As soon as I saw them I thought to myself that they were scarier in real life than peoples description. The guards were about to throw me into the pool of lampreys, I closed my eyes I took my final breath. Then the pharaoh who was looking over my shoulder said, ” Wait! I think i accused the wrong person.” I took a long deep breath of relief. But then someone came behind me and said, “ I heard that he did tomb stealing!” And of course, I knew nothing about it. I thought in my my head that this is the worst day of my life… and possibly the last. Then the pharaoh ordered me to be sent to be burnt alive. Why is this any better than the lampreys. You die and you feel almost the same amount of pain. You may ask how I know this, well, I’m just guessing. Any way, I felt like I was going to faint or vomit or both. I could already feel the heat from a mile away. Sweat on my face. Preparing to die. The worst feeling ever! But as my eyes met the flames. Something said,” You don’t need to go. You didn’t do anything bad .” At first I thought it was somebody like a guard or something, but I realized that it was Osiris, the god of of the underworld!! Then I thought to myself did any else here this? then people had strange The Ancient Egyptian Times Newspaper Year of 135 BC faces… surprised faces! , “so, the command of Osiris told me to let you go.” the pharaoh said “So, I guess I will.” So that is how it all ended. Do I really know if that was Osiris? Well I'm not sure, but I lived happily ever after… Well, not really. I’m still a slave though, doing hard work, but atleast I didnt die. did I ever find Osiris you may ask if Osiris ever talked to me. Well, he didn’t but maybe when I die he will speak to me again!