New Findings From The Stone Age

I think Cosmos has found other evidence of burying tools with women, in the very early days. I remember posting something several months ago.

Tools buried with women challenge Stone Age stereotype

September 14, 2025 Velentina Boulter

Stone Age tools. Credit: University of York

Researchers have discovered that women and children were just as likely as men to be buried with stone tools at a Stone Age grave site, challenging the assumption that such tools were associated only with men.

Working with the Latvian National Museum of History, the team analysed artefacts and stone tools found in the Zvejnieki cemetery in Latvia – one of the largest Stone Age burial sites.

Zvejnieki cemetery was used for more than 5,000 years and contains over 330 graves.

The researchers focused their study on stone tools made from materials like flint and quartz, which date to between 7500 and 2500 BCE during the Neolithic period. These kinds of tools are often dismissed by researchers as utilitarian and uninteresting.

“The site in Latvia has seen numerous investigations of the skeletal remains and other types of grave goods, such as thousands of animal teeth pendants,” says Dr Aimée Little, from the University of York in the UK.

“A missing part of the story was understanding, with greater depth, why people gave seemingly utilitarian items to the dead.”

The researchers analysed the tools using a multiproxy approach which involved considering technological, spatial, depositional and geological information about the stone tools.

Despite the long-standing belief that women in the Stone Age played more of a domestic role, while men did the hunting, the analysis found that women were just as, if not more, likely to be buried with stone tools.

“Our findings overturn the old stereotype of “Man the Hunter” which has been a dominant theme in Stone Age studies, and has even influenced, on occasion, how some infants have even been sexed, on the basis that they were given lithic tools,” says Little.

The results also showed that children were the most likely age group to have been buried with these tools. The full analysis of the burial site has been published in PLOS One.

The researchers suggest that these stone tools must have played a more significant role in Stone Age society than previously assumed.

While some of the tools discovered were used to work animal hides, others seemed to have been specifically made and then broken – almost as though they were a part of a mourning ceremony or ritual.

“This research demonstrates that we cannot make these gendered assumptions and that lithic grave goods played an important role in the mourning rituals of children and women, as well as men,” says Dr Anđa Petrović from the University of Belgrade, Serbia.

Previous studies have uncovered similar traditions of deliberately breaking tools before burying them with the deceased across the eastern Baltic region, suggesting some sort of shared ritual tradition. Comparable funerary practices have also been observed in graves from a similar time period in Finland.

“The study highlights how much more there is to learn about the lives – and deaths – of Europe’s earliest communities, and why even the seemingly simplest objects can unlock insights about our shared human past and how people responded to death,” says Little.

Originally published by Cosmos as Tools buried with women challenge Stone Age stereotype

Opinions, Please?

(I just read this beautiful substack; his stuff is always beautiful, but this one struck me as one I want to share here. -A.)

The Bridge of Quiet Things: How a Family Found Each Other in the Stillness by Richard Hogan, MD, PhD(2), DBA

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📖 A Lived Truth

This is not a work of fiction. It’s from my clinical notes, drawn from the quiet corners of a family learning how to listen, how to see, and how to love. What follows is Maya’s story—and ours too. It began with misunderstanding and grew into music. It was shaped by silence, and strengthened by learning how to hear what was never said out loud.

🧠 Main Characters

• Maya (17) – A brilliant, autistic teen who expresses herself through music but struggles with verbal communication and sensory overload. Her inner world is rich, but rarely understood.

• Daniel (45) – Her father, a pragmatic man who misinterpreted Maya’s behavior as defiance. He’s emotionally shut down but carries deep guilt.

• Leah (43) – Her mother, who tried to advocate for Maya but became isolated in the process. She’s exhausted, but still hopeful.

• Eli (15) – Maya’s younger brother, who felt invisible growing up. He’s witty, sarcastic, and secretly protective of Maya.

I. The Fracture

The house had grown quiet over the years—not the peaceful kind, but the kind that echoed with things unsaid. Leah sat at the kitchen table, her fingers wrapped around a chipped mug, staring at the steam like it held answers. Upstairs, Maya rocked gently in her chair, headphones on, fingers twitching over her keyboard. Her music was her voice now.

Eli moved through the house like a ghost. He didn’t slam doors or raise his voice. He just existed in the spaces between tension. And Daniel—he hadn’t been home in months. He lived alone now, in a small apartment filled with regrets and unopened letters.

Maya had always been different. Brilliant, but misunderstood. Her silence wasn’t emptiness—it was survival. Her meltdowns weren’t tantrums—they were overload. But Daniel never saw that. He saw defiance. He saw rebellion. And slowly, the family unraveled.

II. The Breaking Point

It happened at school. Maya, overwhelmed by noise and light and chaos, collapsed in the hallway. Hands over her ears, rocking, humming. Someone filmed it. Of course they did.

Eli found the video first. He didn’t speak. Just slid his phone across the table to Leah and walked out.

That night, Leah called Daniel.

“She was screaming,” she said. “And no one heard her.”

Daniel arrived the next morning. He stood in the doorway like a stranger. Eli didn’t look up. Maya didn’t come down. Leah didn’t cry. Not anymore.

“She doesn’t talk much,” Leah said. “But she plays.”

Daniel didn’t understand. Not yet.

III. The Song

Eli knocked on Maya’s door. “Can I record you?” he asked.

She didn’t answer, but she didn’t say no.

He sat on the floor, phone in hand, and watched as Maya’s fingers danced across the keys. The melody was aching, defiant, beautiful. It was everything she couldn’t say.

He uploaded it that night. The Quiet Between Us.

The video spread. Comments poured in. People who felt seen. People who understood.

Daniel watched it on repeat, tears streaking his face.

“I didn’t know she could feel like that,” he said.

“She always did,” Leah replied. “You just didn’t know how to listen.”

IV. The Shift

Daniel knocked on Maya’s door. She didn’t look up, but she didn’t turn away.

“I heard your song,” he said. “I’m sorry I didn’t hear you sooner.”

Maya reached for her keyboard. Played a single note. Then another.

Daniel sat beside her, silent. Listening.

Leah watched from the hallway, hand over her heart.

Eli uploaded another video: The Quiet Between Us – Live.

They began to change. Slowly. Imperfectly.

Daniel stopped trying to fix. He started trying to understand.

Leah stopped carrying everything alone. She let herself be held.

Eli stopped disappearing. He became the bridge.

And Maya? She kept playing.

V. The Reconnection

They sat together in the living room. Maya played. Eli recorded. Leah smiled. Daniel closed his eyes and listened.

No one spoke. But everything was said.

They weren’t perfect. But they were real.

And in the quiet between them, they found something louder than words.

They found each other.

🎵 Epilogue: The Song That Speaks (Follows graphic)

🎵 Epilogue: The Song That Speaks

Maya’s music became a language for others.

Eli started a podcast for neurodivergent families.

Daniel and Leah spoke at workshops. Not as experts—but as learners.

Their story wasn’t about fixing.

It was about listening.

About loving each other—not in spite of difference,

but with it.

Because love isn’t always loud.

Sometimes, it’s quiet.

And sometimes, the quiet is where love begins.

This is more than a story. It’s a lived truth. Signed not with ink—but with the quiet strength of love, survival, and rediscovery.

The system failed her so she handled that shit herself

Held Hostage!

If it can happen to them, being held without due process.  It can happen to any of us.  We know it has happened before with US citizens of Mexican heritage that were not allowed any due process but just deported.  We know tRump had unmarked black bag groups just adduct people off the streets during the BLM protests.  They were held with no charges, interrogated by people who did not identify themselves, and had their items take and phones searched.  In some cases they never got their phones back.   It can and will happen to any of us if it is not stopped now.  Hugs

 

A man being held by ICE at the KROME detention center in Miami is posting videos to TikTok about the inhumane conditions and treatment.

Charming News of Views

(I have AdBlock on my puter. If there’s an orange box on this post for you, just tell the box you’ll fix it next time. It’s the first option. This is a wonderful thing to read on its own, but it seems a good recommendation, as well. Enjoy! -A.)

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This guest review is from Crystal Anne! Crystal Anne with An E comes to us from a sunny clime, but prefers to remain a pale indoor cat. She enjoys reading, cross-stitching something nerdy, going to see live music, and playing video games.

She works as an autism consultant by day, got a degree in information science for fun, and currently serves on her local library advisory board.

CW/TW

“I believe the children are our future….” Sometimes this is not just a line in a song.

My daughter learned much of her geekery from me. Fortunately for us both, that means we have noticeably similar taste in things we enjoy. I got her into Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Hamilton. I procured her every single Percy Jackson book available when she decided she wanted to read them. She recently returned the favor, by introducing me to Epic: The Musical.

I am rather confident that I would not have discovered it without her. I am terminally online the way a 46 year old person is. She is terminally online the way that an 18 year old is, and these ways are pretty different. She also is deeply interested in art and animation in a way that I am not (I enjoy these things, but she’s interested in making a career of it), and much of her discovery of this musical came about as she watched animatics of it. I am a deeply lucky parent in that when my daughter loves something, she wants me to love it, too, so she insisted that I was going to listen to the entirety of Epic with her. Yes, all 2 and a half hours of it. (snip-MORE. Go read it! It’s delightful! -A.)

Have some Christopher Titus