A small black and white TV

This is a week of dreams – dreams that came to pass in my lifetime. I was 12 years of age and just home from boarding school. It was one of those rare school holidays when my parents were home from Africa and we were staying in our small tenement flat in Paisley. We were not wealthy – don’t believe all you might read in the Press about those who go to independent schools, even today. Our tenement home had two small bedrooms, a kitchen / lounge area and a small wash area – no toilet (we shared the one on the stairs with other families) and no bath (these were available in the town centre at the public baths – not to be confused with a leisure pool today). But we did have a small black and white TV, courtesy of Radio Rentals, and here my dreams unfolded.

As a young boy, I had flown to and from Ghana twice a year between home and school in Scotland. These were the days of the BOAC ‘young fliers’ – later Ghana Airways and a VC10 – where ‘unaccompanied minors’ were treated to visits to the cockpit where they were allowed to sit in the pilot’s seat and watch the dials and see the clouds rushing by. I wanted to be a pilot! Aged 12, however, I was about to be enthralled by something even more exciting than being an airline pilot: an astronaut!

Air travel – and space

At my small boys’ boarding school near Ayr, we didn’t see much TV although ‘Dr Who’ was a regular Saturday feature. Space travel featured in my favourite comic, ‘The Eagle’, and in our ‘free time’ on Wednesdays and Saturdays we regularly made model ‘Airfix’ models of aircraft. Space travel and a moon landing was something else and even at school we were aware of what was about to happen – and my excitement was increased by knowing my parents were back from tropical Africa (where we had no TV and only intermittent wireless connection) and that we would be renting a TV for the holidays.

Diary extracts from July 1969

My 1969 diary picks up the narrative:

Monday, 14th July: End of term. Most people went home at 6.30 pm. End of term service was at 5.00 am (sic). I stayed the night. 19 boys stayed – had a feed (aka ‘midnight feast’)

Tuesday, 15th July: Got the train to Paisley at 8.10 pm (sic). Played golf. 18 holes. Mum – 105. Dad – 86. I got 124. Watched TV. (Golf was our main pastime on our small mining ‘camp’ in Ghana. In Paisley we played on the Municipal Course next to Barshaw Park where the notices said, in typical Scottish fashion, ‘no golf in the park’).

Wednesday, 16th July: Played golf. Mum – 109. Dad – 79. I got 60 and 62. Watched TV. APOLLO 11 BLAST OFF. I saw it on TV.

Thursday, 17th July: Went up Town. Played football and cricket with Cameron. Apollo 11 all right.

Friday, 18th July: Went to see the dentists. Went to Glasgow – Rowans – new suit. Saw a film at the ABC 1 called ‘The Italian Job’. Watch TV Apollo 11 all right.

Saturday, 19th July: Played football with Cameron. Watched TV. The Apollo 11 still all right. Got my comic and pocket money. (The ‘still all right’ catches the mood of the time – we were on tenterhooks that this amazing mission might fail.)

Sunday, 20th July: Apollo 11 landed on the Moon! It landed at approx 9.13 pm. Played golf…

Monday, 21st July: Went to the doctors. Went to see ‘Ring of bright water’ at La Scala. Watched TV. Apollo 11 – 1st Men on the Moon!

Tuesday, 22nd July: Played with Cameron. Watched TV. Cleared up the settee. Apollo 11 – Luna Bug linked up with the Service Module. Went up Town with Dad.

(No reference to Apollo on the 23rd July but I did see another film, ‘Where Eagles Dare’ – aware that another ‘Eagle’ had dared – and succeeded.)

Thursday, 24th July: Stayed in most of the time – did my model glider. Apollo 11 splashed down safely in the Pacific. Dad’s last day. (He returned to Ghana the next day.)

Survey – faith or fiction?

This week the Daily Express carried out a survey of its readers – ‘Was the 1969 moon landing real or a hoax?’ Over 32% of respondents (2,713) said it was a hoax with some 6.5% undecided. Amazing! That means the other four landings were also fake and that’s an enormous secret for hundreds, if not thousands, involved in the space programme to keep. I don’t need such bizarre surveys: I witnessed the first Moon landing as a youngster and I know it was real, nerve-tingling and inspiring: ‘Apollo 11 was still all right‘.

RE and RSE

I have just attended the All Party Parliamentary Group (APPG) meeting in the House of Commons on ‘Promoting positive outcomes in Religious Education (RE) and Relationships and Sex Education (RSE)’. I was especially struck by the contribution of Ron Skelton, Head at Broadway Academy in Birmingham. Whilst accepting the legal imperative to teach both RE and RSE, Ron emphasised the importance of a third component (also enshrined in law – viz the 1944 and 1988 Education Acts) – daily collective worship. Ron is a Christian, whilst his school roll is predominantly of Asian and Muslim background, and he posed the question: why is it that our young people are amongst the unhappiest in the developed world with a frighteningly high incidence of self-harming and teenage suicide? Could this possibly have some link (albeit in part) to the abject failure of most schools to obey the law and hold a daily (let alone weekly) act of collective worship? Added to this is the failure of 24% of secondary schools in England and Wales (and 44% of academies) to offer RE in the 14-16-year age range – also in contravention of the law.

Daily / Weekly whole-school assemblies

I’m not going to fall into the ‘trap’ of suggesting that the high incidence of troubled youth, with a high proportion suffering from mental health issues, is simply down to the lack of curriculum RE and the paucity of assemblies and chapels – and neither, I suspect, is Ron Skelton. I would agree (with Ron), however, that the lack of the latter is a significant contributory factor. So much that is positive can be achieved in a daily (or at the very least, weekly) gathering of the whole-school community even if much of the time the ‘visible’ content is ‘only’ notices, exhortations and information. There is an incredible strength to be had in gathering regularly to share together as a community. Clearly there are practical issues for some schools (such as the size of the roll and the available space) but even here there remains the possibility of several daily, smaller, gatherings where the same ethos and message are shared. Ron talked about character development in these times with shared values promoted and encouraged, commendations shared, joys celebrated and community sorrows recognised. All too often we bemoan the rise of the smart ‘phone, the loneliness of the long-distance online surfer and the time spent in front of individual screens and we fail to utilise the opportunities we have – even those which are actually required of us – to share together corporately in our schools.

Shared experiences

As a Head I certainly valued meeting with the whole school at least weekly (on other days we had smaller group assemblies and form assemblies) for a gathering in which I was able to share centrally (often around a termly theme), where we sang together, had a Scripture reading and a prayer. (One of the schools of which I was Head had a significant non-Christian population but these pupils and their parents valued having a clear structure, backbone and ethos to the assembly even if it didn’t reflect their faith-position.) These assemblies also afforded me the opportunity to stand at the door at the end of the gathering and look each pupil (and staff member) in the eye and exchange a greeting. Yes, it’s an effort to find space in the daily routine for this and also to come up with something interesting (even instructive) to say – but let’s not shrink from the brave and, may I say, the right thing! In my last school the age-range involved was from Reception Class to Year 11: a challenge regarding the overt message to be shared but well worth the effort in the ‘subliminal’ message of a shared time together.

So, yes to RE and RSE but also a ‘yes’ to daily, or at least weekly, corporate worship together as a whole school.

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