Walter Taylor (archaeologist) - Life

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Taylor was born in Chicago but grew up in Greenwich, Connecticut. Although studying geology, while at Yale University Taylor became interested in anthropology and archaeology. He graduated in 1935, and that summer he began working for the Museum of Northern Arizona in Flagstaff, where he was influenced by the holistic environmental philosophy of Lyndon Hargrave.

After three years in the field, in 1938 he enrolled for a Ph.D. in anthropology at Harvard. When World War II broke out, Taylor enlisted in the U.S. Marines, serving in Europe and being parachuted into enemy territory to assist local resistance groups. He was captured and badly wounded in 1944 and was not released from a German prisoner-of-war camp until the end of the war in Europe. During his imprisonment, he began teaching anthropology to his fellow prisoners. He earned a Purple Heart and Bronze Star and remained as a captain until 1955.

After the war Taylor moved around the United States until settling in Carbondale, Illinois, where in 1958 he began working at Southern Illinois University's Department of Anthropology.

He also taught from time to time at the University of Texas, the University of Washington, Mexico City College, and Mexico's National School of Anthropology and History. At the same time, he carried out investigations at sites in Arizona, New Mexico, Georgia, Mexico, and Spain, before retiring in 1974.

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