I recall being totally enamoured with Stig of the Dump when I was young, almost as much as I was with Swallows and Amazons; I was one of those children who lived in their mind (funny that, some things don't change, eh) and my mind was full to the brim of the stories I read and the characters who lived them
a couple of weeks ago I went to the local library with Smallest Person and it made me feel so nostalgic! the opportunity, the discovery, the element of satisfaction experienced when you found a new author and devoured all the books on the shelf one by one. . .
I worked in a library for six months in my gap year after having been chucked out of Manhattan for being an illegal alien - and then for the following three summers and some Easters as well
the reference library was my favourite I learnt so much from the things other people wanted to know! the lending library second fave (and children's third, but after my NYC experience I was kind of over children. . .)
anyhow, I digress
Stig of the Dump
maybe my first real association with cavemen (and you know I have a bit of a thing about cavemen)
I was reading about cave art the other day (but I did a piece on that ages ago and don't want to bore you by repeating myself) and it made me want to go see some, perhaps I will. . . and I then wondered whether cavewomen had little stashes of their favourite things in nooks and crannies about the place, you know - to make it seem like home
if I was a cavewoman I'd have twigs with lichen on them, not for kindling but for display; shells with holes in them, for jewelery; leather thongs (there are all sorts of things you can do with a leather thong) (and no, I don't mean the underwear type - I mean the thin strips of type); needles made out of bone; fur skins all over the place, for comfort. . .
I wonder if they had candle type things? you can make an oil burner out of olive oil and a satsuma skin (if you peel the skin off a satsuma really carefully, and use the bit that sticks up from the middle on the inside as the wick) but I guess your Northern European caveperson might not have had a supply of citrus fruit or olive oil, altho possibly they might have traded skins and the like for such goods
do you think they had romance? I bet they did. . . mind you I would imagine life expectancy was a little shorter in those days (apart from for the tribal elders, the wisemen), and (unless their diets were really excellent) they probably matured later than your C21st teen - so maybe they just crammed it all in to a shorter duration of time, in amongst all that hunting and gathering
of course all this rambling is just a distraction from being quite sad today, cos of the clearing out