Back in Birmingham

In the post awaiting me in England was a handwritten letter from Richard R. Hill, introducing himself as featuring in an Out of Town film in 1975 involving fishing for Black Bream at Littlehampton. As holder of the copyright for all of JH's writing and films Richard wondered if I'd give permission for a copy of the film to be released from the South West Film and Television Archive in Plymouth. Done at once. My letter sent to him and copied to SWFTA by email. What especially interested me was that Richard mentioned in his letter that he'd done wood carvings of fish and that some of these were shown by Jack in the same film. Was this the man who made the beautiful carving, left me by my stepfather, of what - because if its reddish eye I took for a roach but for the shallowness of its tail-V and its long dorsal fin making more like a common carp or - the likeliest candidate - a large crucian carp?

[Back to the future 15 October 09: I've just had an e-mail from one of Richard Hill's children: '... Unfortunately, and a big unfortunately, this is not the fish that dad carved for Jack! The fish was mounted from memory on a black background and framed in wood. It was definitely a roach that Jack had and dad can confirm that the fish you have at the moment is definitely a crucian carp and has commented on its quality.]

Before writing back to Richard, I'd phoned the Archive and given verbal permission. Mike said he'd be able mail a DVD of the requested film to Richard and told me that a whole lot of Out of Town and The Old Country in 16mm had been delivered to the Archive "in a white van". I know something about this and phoned Paul Peacock to suggest he had a chat with Mike about the possibilities of marrying sound and film in the future. I'm going to have visit the archive and find out just what is down there. For the moment I'm delighted to think I've discovered - through no effort of my own - the carver of the fish....and goodness me! It's 2-o-'clock on a windy leaf-blown October afternoon and he just called me by phone, having already got my letter. "It's a roach" Richard assured me. He and I spoke for a quarter of an hour and promised to stay in touch. I've not see the film in question, filmed off Littlehampton from a boat called Pauline - skipper Charles Fox. "A wonderful day! I'll always remember it. Mr.Hargreaves was new to sea fishing then but by the end of the day he was catching those bream as well as the rest of us. I can never pronounce the cameraman's name. Stan?" "Stan Bréhaut" "That's it". We agreed as soon as the film arrived Richard would let me know. I'm a lucky man.

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Email to John Martin on 4 October 2009:

Dear John. I've know processed the following DVDs and film clips, so that they are sufficiently compressed to go on my laptop desktop as MOV or AVI files which can also be put on CDs to transfer to another laptop or be webstreamed, if and when we select appropriate extracts. Can I just check that these four films comprise the complete list of what I should have?:

1. Coffs Harbour.mov

2. Toodyay Shire.avi

3. Marion City.mov

4. Wyndham City.mov

Fascinating material John. I'm really impressed with the way the films have evolved from the Coffs Harbour film earlier in the year. Have you the stills that you mentioned of you and Annie filming? Best. Simon

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This 'newsletter' printed in 'cut-back' black instead of the colours of previous letters from ther allotments team was in my post when I got back to Handsworth. Extract from a piece I've written for the local Friends of the Earth October newsletter

'... Burdened by recession, the Council has born down heavily on its allotments budget – making cuts, according to the Birmingham Post, of 65%. Front line staff who provide excellent service to plot holders are under great pressure, yet here we have a legal agreement in place, at no cost to council taxpayers, to open the largest new allotment site in the UK since WW2. The problem is demonstrably at the highest level in the city. Simon Baddeley, Handsworth Allotments Information Group (HAIG) TO GET ON THE SHORT LIST FOR A PLOT ON THE VJA WHEN THEY BECOME AVAILABLE PHONE 0121 303 3038, e-mail: allotments@birmingham.gov.uk or complete a form on-line.'

Note: 'Snagging' - an expression I've not heard until now - is used within the construction industry to describe a process of defect identification and resolution. It's now being used outside the building industry to describe conflicts between customer and provider.

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...and tomorrow, Sunday, there'll be a crowd of people around the school in Ano Korakiana visiting the polling station for the Greek General Election. My knowledge of what the elections will mean isn't good. I suspect PASOK will win, given their pre-election poll lead but any new government will have horrendously difficult decisions to make given the political, social, educational and economic state of the Hellenic Republic - shared with other European economies, especially Spain and Italy. Last December the European Court of Justice gave three rulings against the Greek Ministry of Education for discriminating against non-Greek universities and colleges. Public debt is high and rising. George Papandreou's PASOK - if it succeeds in the election - will surely focus, as its Leader has promised, on corruption. Karamanlis tried hard, but it's a 'wicked problem', and he's struggled with a one seat majority. My hope is that there's a critical mass of ordinary Greek citizens who, even though they may have treated corruption as normal, want to change. We see many signs of this - particularly among Hellenic women in professional roles, as lawyers. doctors and accountants.

The Irish - second time round - self-confidence eroded by the end of their economic blooming, have voted 'yes' to the Lisbon Treaty. Note: Britain declared war on Germany on 3 September 1939 - just 70 years since the Nazis and and Soviets completed their invasion and division of Poland precipitating the crisis that, though I was unborn, and then just a baby and a child, has echoed through my life and the lives of so many others born in the 1940s. In my case it has made me an uncritical supporter of the European Union despite the unwieldy flaws of this messy diverse would-be super-state.

I also believe with Michel Foucault that governing yourself is no more nor less difficult than governing your household (in whatever form), and both endeavours are as tricky as governing a state. This was how I came to wrote Internal Polity.

It's why I was enthusiastic when we were heard a story about the way the Faiakon Demos (Δήμος Φαιάκων), with their offices in Ipsos, had responded to village residents' plea to the Mayor about a long running nuisance involving a neighbour's illegal dogs making life unbearable, barking and whining at all hours below their windows.

The Mayor, Michael Karras (Ο Δήμαρχος Φαιάκων, Μιχάλης Κάρρας) brought in an interpreter, listened sympathetically, and almost immediately sent two very efficient women environmental health officers to enforce the law - that you may not own more than two dogs and you may not leave them unattended on land separate from your residence. This decisive action would have been unrealistic a few years ago. Word of it has spread in the village.

* * * Sunday 4 Oct 1838 UK time: Greek election exit poll results: PASOK landslide win predicted, but the Greens with 2-3% of the vote get no parliamentary representation.

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'The May Dance that was happening in the sun that day was first made up of a mob of fluttering females, all ready for what can happen as a result of going to dances.'

Read from a chapter in The Old Country at my stepfather's memorial service by his friend Cliff Michelmore ... and this is the email I've just had back from the Administrator of the SWFTA looking after Jack's films - not the one's I have, nor the ones published on DVD or posted on YouTube but original pre-production 16mm film plus sound tapes that he would have married to them and linked with a shed commentary:

Dear Simon. Many thanks for contacting SWFTA about the collection of Jack Hargreaves films that have been deposited with us. I know you spoke to my colleague Mike Brewis on Friday and I was delighted to hear all about it - I started work here in June and almost the first call I took was from a John Peters who was asking for a copy of the exploding bait box film on behalf of his friend, Richard Hill. At that time it seemed unlikely that we would make much headway with the request so it's very encouraging that so much progress has now been made.

However, there's still a certain amount of work to do before we can supply a DVD to Mr Hill, and I just wanted to let you know why. When Mr Peters first made contact, I explained that there were various reasons why it was difficult to work on his request. We are a charity with limited funding and only three staff members, and most of our time is necessarily taken up with commercial business activities. We receive a significant number of donated film collections throughout the year and our policy is to deal with these, when time allows, in the order in which they are received, and also one by one, to avoid any chance of collections being mixed up. And we would not consider releasing any copies of material from a collection until that entire collection had been properly assessed and logged. The position with the Jack Hargreaves collection was that it is very large, it is not material relating to the South West region, we had no idea who held the copyright and we had no named contact - and consequently it was not an item of any priority for us.

Mr Peters made it his business to trace the copyright holder, and we are extremely grateful that due to his efforts we are now in touch with you. Furthermore, after your conversation with Mike we now have a way of beginning to assess the collection. In view of this, and because we understand that Mr Hill is elderly and in poor health, we have decided to make an exception in this case, and to work on this single item from the collection. So far, we have found the item, but with no soundtrack. If we are able to locate the soundtrack, the work involved in marrying it up to the film and transfering the complete item to DVD will be a complex and time-consuming exercise because of the different media involved, and this work will have to wait its turn along with other less-urgent projects. We are keen to complete the DVD, but I'm sure you will understand why it might still take some time. I will of course keep Mr Hill informed of our progress.

In the meantime Mike has asked me to let you know that he has found a soundtrack referring to the woodcarving, and it confirms the carving was done by Mr Hill. As yet we have not found the film. We have also made an approximate count of the collection and we seem to have about 350 cans of film and several boxes of audio reels.

Many thanks again for getting in touch, and we look forward to keeping in contact about the collection in the future. Best wishes. Jennie Constable. Administrator, SWFTA, South West Film & Television Archive, Melville Building, Royal William Yard, Stonehouse, Plymouth PL1 3RP Tel: 01752 202650

**** Back to the future ~ 8 December '09: Lin and I were starting to clear things out of Amy's old bedroom when Lin found this carved fish. Richard Hill has told me that the Crucian carp above is not his work, so I'm wondering if this one - clearly a roach - is his, especially as on its reverse are signs of it having been mounted on another surface. I shall e-mail John Featherstone and John Peters to check as Richard doesn't do e-mails. (follow here and here)

'History is a cruel mistress'

I saw graffiti on a billboard by the old port when we arrived two weeks ago that said, beside the anarchist logo, “F*ck routines”. I like breakfast, sometimes boiling eggs, making toast and cutting it into soldiers, if Lin’s up jostling over her share of yoke, she disliking white. Then some chat. Collecting and sawing firewood. Painting walls. Filling cracks. Picking lemons. Collecting windfall oranges. Buying soft crusty bread at the shop, 40 paces away, made in the village rather than delivered from a central bakery. Putting clothes in the washer. Having a cup of tea. Chatting about credit – from reciprocity to plastic. * * * E-mail circulated to me on 3 February 09 about current plans for the Old harbour in Corfu:

Please forward this letter I have sent you. It is about the project of making a marina for sailing yachts at the old harbour of Corfu (SPELEA). This is a project which should never have been thought about since it will alter the character of the old harbour, at the very moment when Corfu town has been designed a World Monument by UNESCO. Unfortunately Corfiot people weren’t informed on time about this project, or, even worse, they/we did not react early enough. But even if we cannot avoid the creation of a marina at least we can try to ensure some features of it will not look dreadful. For instance the breakwater jetty is supposed to have 3 meters height from sea level when ready. This will alter dramatically the landscape, since it will hide the view of Vido island. As far as common sense shows this height is not needed, since the actual jetties are 1.50m. high and they seem to be high enough to protect the ships from any storm up to now. On Tuesday 3 February, which is tomorrow at TELEKERKYRA TV channel, (this is not a good link I'm afraid try MyKerkyra? SB) at 10 o' clock in the evening, there will be a broadcast about this issue. My brother is moderating and they are going to show with virtual images what the whole area will look like after the marina will be finished. I consider it is important that people are properly informed about the issue. A second broadcast will take place next Tuesday (12 Feb 09) as well on the same issue. After that we are several people thinking of finding ways to react to what we consider a shame for our town. I am afraid people who do not understand Greek will not be able to follow the discussion on TV, so please send part of this English letter to them in order to keep them mobilized for any further actions. Thank you for your help. All the best, Katina Vlahou

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Lin and I removed the stove chimney and cleared it of accumulated wood soot and hardened olive resin. We must replace the failed cap on the pipe that won’t revolve but it’s tricky to get to. With a cleaned chimney and old abandoned wood we’ve collected, the stove, which had become smokey, performed perfectly, though we didn’t need it until late evening after a warm sunny day with news of snow in England where’s there’s grumbling about conditions that appear unexceptional, except we have much more traffic on many more roads in an interconnected just-in-time economy while local council contracts don’t easily cover the levels of salt, employment and equipment for events that tend to occur ten or more years apart. E-mail circular dated 4 Feb 09 from Roger Blandford, Assistant Director - Maintenance & Utilities, The University of Birmingham

Dear Colleague. During the recent spell of frost, snow and ice, the Grounds & Gardens team have attempted to keep the University roads and footpaths as safe as possible by frequent gritting. However, this has severely depleted the University's stock of rock salt. We have used 30 tonnes this week alone, roughly half the amount we would normally expect to use in a complete year. It is difficult to replenish our stocks because all major suppliers have been instructed not to release stock until the local Council's demands are satisfied. Heavy snow is again forecast tonight and tomorrow and our remaining stock of grit is unlikely to be enough to maintain free and safe access everywhere on campus and surrounding properties. We will attempt to keep the main routes clear. All staff are advised to take extreme care and try to keep to well used routes that have been gritted where possible.

A man at CJs said all that was needed was snow ploughs on the front of the garbage trucks. I wondered why he wasn’t in government. Richard sent me a nice black and white picture he’d taken of snow in Whitehall Road in Handsworth.
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Mark Mazower’s book Dark Continent: Europe’s 20th Century is the best history book I’ve read for ages. His account brings revelations. As a democrat sceptical about democracy, agreeing with Churchill’s view that’s it the worst form, but for the others and with Maine that it can be as much an instrument of despotism as monarchy, I’ve been less than supportive of those who saw democracy as a bright shining hope. Mazower shows democracies emerging over Europe after the first war, imitating Britain and America, and failing dismally, giving way to dictatorships with the willing collaboration of whole populations for whom the right to a free vote was less important than the right to work and eat. Another historian called the first part of the 20th century the age of dictators, culminating in a world where fascism and communism seemed to provide solutions to problems that for democracies and capitalism proved insoluble. Nazi success in reducing unemployment was widely respected; the advance of German soldiery across Europe in the late 30s was welcomed by many politicians and populations in the countries into which they marched, a means of replacing failing democracies and renewing the strength and vitality of decadent polarised societies; accommodation with Hitler’s hegemony was advocated by elements of the establishment in both Britain and USA. These collaborationist enthusiasms were understandably played down or expunged in post-war national histories. Mazower is an archaeologist of early 20th century European complicity in the defeat of its democracies. Reading his book, criticised by one historian, Prof. Raymond Pearson, for being overly negative about Europe’s 20th Century, my heart goes out to those who fought to preserve and maintain the ideals of John Stuart Mill and Thomas Jefferson, from intellectuals in arms to unread foot soldiers who knew that something was wrong with that bloke who’d only got one ball, not to mention poor old Goebbels who’d ‘no balls at all’. The complement to this is Richard Hillary’s The Last Enemy:

"Thank you, sir," she said, and took my hand in hers. And then, looking at me again, she said after a pause, "I see they got you too."

Hillary's initial reaction was anger at her presumptive comment on his ravaged face. He’d helped stretcher her from a blitzed house. Then he was enveloped in the realisation that his misdirected rage was really against the evil he and his friends and this dying woman and hers were fighting together. The historian criticising, while admiring, Mazower’s work, wanted more attention to the way democracy had, after the experience of Nazi misrule, spread across Europe in the century’s second half, made to work better and earned greater support from the mass of Europeans than in the century’s earlier half. To be fair Mazower says as much but none can read his work without becoming more hesitant in their confidence that democracy is safe in European hands – especially when capitalism falters yet again.
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‘History is a cruel mistress’. Irishman Richard Pine is Director Emeritus of the Durrell School in Corfu where he lives. Writing in the Irish Times on 4 Feb 09, he argues that riots in Greece aren’t only about failures in the education system and income disparity…‘they can be the expression of a much older and more deep-seated unrest, rooted in the way a relatively new country can emerge.’ There had been a dream towards the end of the country’s first century of achieving an elusive national unity through recovery of Constantinople – ‘the symbol and centre of the Hellenic world’ along with its Greek inhabited littoral along the eastern shores of the Aegean basin. This big idea (the Megali Idea), pursued by military invasion of Turkey, conditionally supported by Britain, was defeated by the new secular leadership of Kemel Ataturk, whose vulpine face decorates Turkish currency today. Flickering black and white news film of burning Smyrna, Anatolia’s hub, its name changed to Izmir, are easily viewed on YouTube, and contemporary comments show Hellenes deeply aware of their fellow citizens’ massacre and mass expulsion in 1922.

‘In the folk memory and in the political memory, Greece is still coming to terms with that disaster. It is also still trying to understand the return of adults who, as children, were exported to eastern bloc countries by the communists during the civil war (1946-49). And it is also trying to cope with the presence of thousands of so called Pontine Greeks – refugees from former Russian territories in the Black Sea area, now mostly living in sub-standard housing in Athens: Greek but for the most part not speaking Greek, the victims and the agents of drugs and prostitution.

Pine argues that because Greece so long remained ‘the plaything of the major powers, right up to and after the second World War’ its civil war came much later than that of other countries struggling for unity.

‘The civil war, between communists and the right, was partly ideological, partly due to the rival economic strategies which developed in the 1930s to deal with the civil divisions in the aftermath of the Anatolian catastrophe, which had already resulted in two periods of dictatorship. Anatolia precipitated the crises of the 1930s and 40s, and the civil war, unmentioned and unmentionable in most arenas, is still precipitating today’s unrest, while the aftermath of Yugoslavia (especially the as yet unresolved problem of Macedonia) is a continuing problem on Greece’s borders.’

This is familiar - a preliminary to the nub of Pine’s argument about the future. Turning to such positives as Hellenic success in soccer, the staging of the 2004 Olympic Games, the new rail linked international airport in Athens, even its winning of the Eurovision Song Contest, Pine points out that Hellas has been a tiger economy ‘after Ireland, the most successful in Europe’, capable of giving economic leadership to ‘Bulgaria, Romania and even Turkey in a Balkan mini-empire’. The trouble is that continued economic development has policy imperatives and cultural trajectories ‘at variance with the horizons and experience of the majority of Greek people, 20 per cent of whom live below the poverty line, and it disturbs a deep resonance within the collective memory... A Greek is someone who, as novelist Vangelis Hatziyannidis puts it, “spends more time planning the past than he does planning the future”…Greece, like many emerging societies, is trying to come to terms with the transition from a rural economy and culture to an urban cosmopolitanism and the resulting change in demography.’ Pine makes comparisons with his own country. The journey from the many walled pastures, marshlands and green hills of Irish farm life to teeming new Dublin. My stepfather wrote and spoke about the same seismic changes in England. Weren’t Dave and I discussing the same thing in CJ’s by Ipsos beach last night – wondering, in the light of recession – how the new urban culture would cope with some of the self-help that might be needed to survive if things get worse. Pine celebrates Athenian Café society: ‘vibrant, and volatile…where young people debate the transition, and discuss the pain of that transition, with the past always forbiddingly looking over their shoulder. It is this fissure between old and new, traditional and modern, that lies at the root of unrest and fuels the riots.’ I’m back to my earliest intellectual experiences aboard an Irish freighter working for the Tavistock Institute trying to make sense of theories of change, unpicking ideas from Eric Trist and his colleagues first in the coal industry, then in other factories and, for me, in shipping – my role that of a bewildered research assistant – trying and mostly failing to grasp the effects of a lost tradition (at an age when I felt none), the challenge of its rediscovery, the possibility of its transformation – so that something of the human spirit connected to older ways, might survive amid the socio-technical changes of disenchanted modernity. Why sweat with handsaw cutting firewood? Why make wine at home? Why walk and cycle but for recreation? Why look after a donkey but for sentiments about past service? Roots, says Pine, are about everything Hellenic ‘not easily torn up’. Yet he’s saying they must be, at the very least, examined so that such vital Hellenic ideals as freedom, virtue and truth can grow in different soil. Is he also suggesting that young Aristotle, Pericles, Demeter, Antigone and Alkestis, should be renamed Tracey, Wayne, Aaron, Dustin or Chantelle or similar names from the pool of new celebrity? Pine mentions the enduring dynasties of Greek politics. I recall my 16 year-old Greek half-cousin Ioanna, in 1962, at her father’s house in Kifissia, dropping, with incomprehensible fervour to ignorant me, the names of admired Karamanlis and disliked Papandreou.

‘Today’ writes Pine ‘their descendants, lacklustre George Papandreou (leader of the opposition party, Pasok, and grandson to his same-name grandfather) and the obstinate Costas Karamanlis, prime minister (leader of New Democracy, the party founded by his uncle, Constantine Karamanlis), gesture at one another in polite, meaningless phrases that deceive no one. Plus ça change. Like so many present-day Irish politicians, there are dynasties at the centre of Greek politics. But you don’t have to be a cute hoor to succeed in Greece. If you aren’t born into the professional classes, no amount of cuteness will help. And that, in itself, has alienated most of the have-nots. Dynastic doesn’t work any more. The fact that neither New Democracy nor Pasok has an answer, and the additional fact that smaller parties on both left and right are unwilling or unable to enter political dialogue with the major players, suggests that current political rivalries are relatively unimportant compared to the problem of giving Greece a new sense of purpose that is linked, but not shackled, to the past.’

At the Leftheris the other evening young Mrs L gave me the piece of paper I’d asked for so I could draw a picture of our chimney problem, as well as a recipe her mother had for serving blood oranges. It was a Nea Dimokratia leaflet, blank on one side. I asked if they wanted it back, but they all smiled and gestured that some on the family were ND and others were Pasok. "Mama is that, papa is this" they said in jesting rivalry, one dismissing one party, another family member dismissing the other – with slightly resigned nods all round about the likelihood any could solve the problems of the world. Nonetheless I note with slightly guilty relief that while rubbish continues to stack up around wheely bins across the island, those on Democracy Street have been emptied and all signs of overflow tidied away. I suspect we are plugged in up here.