Em has been wondering about Cavemen and we’ve been giving her whatever knowledge we can scrounge up from our tired brains. We actually showed her a little bit of Ringo Starr’s movie, Caveman. Oh yeah, we did. As an example of how they talked since there was no actual dialog in the movie. And we did explain to her that the dinosaurs lived long, long before the cavemen in reality. There were no humans of any kind during dino days.
Then she asked us who came after cavemen and we were pretty stumped. We “ummed” and “weeellllled” a bit and then came up with Nomads! Stephen looked at me, I looked at him…. Yep, let’s say Nomads.
I know we could have googled it, but we were in the middle of playing and there were no handy computers. I felt confident that Nomads came at some point after Cavemen. (only a hint of doubt that they might have been concurrent.)
Ah well… we explained Nomads and she immediately went outside to forage for food.
Which brings me to today. Cave paintings. And the real point of my story is that she is so much better at being a cave painter than I am. Which is not to say that Cavemen had the talent level of a modern 5 year old. There is a particular genius in the ability to see things simply and make artistic representations with simple lines. I had too many lines to let go of, too many images to let go of. I even over-draw my memories of actual cave paintings.
This is an ice cave with monster in it and a bush with berries on it. (I had explained to her that sometimes they drew pictures to tell each other where food was and what to watch out for. I really hope that’s right.)
here’s how this one goes… I had drawn this monster and she did not approve at all. So she “fixed” him by drawing a bed around him and then giving him stripes. The primitive interpretation of the bed is what I liked. And then she gave him a dream (in the bubble over his head) of 3 stick figure warriors which she had me draw.