Le Tour

Each year in Australia SBS provides great coverage of the Tour de France. Each year we sit up in the early morning and watch remarkable feats of endurance … and hope in the most naive way that we are witnessing the true expression of mano-a-mano.

The Commons has some great images of the race many years before SBS’s coverage. I find them remarkably evocative and a powerful stimulus to consider the expression of the human spirit through sporting endeavour.

Photo Credits

Champs Elysees

First Tour de France

Climbing over a closed railway crossing

Hit by a car

Schepers drinking water

Ezquerra in the mountains

Hometown Memories 1: Buckley in the 1950s

Dean Shareski was my most recent prompt to think about hometown memories. In his post he points out that:

Inspired by Doug Peterson, who was inspired by ZeFrank that then inspired Stephen Downes and others I’ve created a little video of my life growing up in Morden, Manitoba.  Thanks to the every growing database of Google Streetview, it’s now reaching even small towns like the one I grew up in. … the use of Google Maps/Streetview as storytelling tools is largely underused as Alan Levine has said a number of times. Watching Jim Groom’s video, was like literally like going for a walk with him.

Dean’s story about Morden incorporates:

about 3 Jing movies stitched together and then uploaded to blip and youtube. One take. No rehearsal or editing, other than adding a title and one image I had handy. It lacks polish but most of our stories aren’t rehearsed, they’re spontaneous accounts of memory. I’m not advocating for us not to edit and craft our stories but we need to have room for many kinds of stories, some polished and edited to death and some a little rough around the edges. Bottom line is we need more stories about significant experiences. Google maps and street view is powerful tool for that. I for one would be happy to take a walk with people sharing significant stories about places that have meaning.

I have lived in Australia for eight years but recently I had an opportunity to return to the town where I grew up with a new perspective thanks to Dean, Doug, ZeFrank, Stephen, Alan, Jim and Paul Hagon. Paul’s work had a deep impression on me as it was the first time I had understood the power of The Commons. When Doug’s post appeared I felt there was a real opportunity to develop this form of sharing learning biographies. Dean underscored for me the possibilities of creating “stories about significant experiences” and “about places that have meaning”.

I was born in Buckley in North Wales in 1952. Google Maps of present day Buckley show an urban sprawl. In the 1950s Buckley was a classical string settlement built upon the four roads leading to Buckley Cross. I lived in the middle of the town but was surrounded by green fields. There is a Buckley Society that shares the history of Buckley.

I lived in Park Road in a terrace of houses. In those days it was an unmade lane. The present day map shows my home as the last house next to a by pass.

My memories of the 1950s are focused on play. The lane was a remarkable place to play informal games of football and cricket. There were lots of children in Park Road. We played day and night. Two streetlights gave us floodlights and trained our eyesight so that catching became instinctive as did throwing at a target.

My school was six hundred yards away and before I got there in 1956 I was sneaking onto the playing field to use real goalposts for our football games. I played in a cup final there in my imagination and had an opportunity for a real final in 1961 when at the age of 9 I played in the Hardwick Shield final.

When not in the lane or at the school playing fields. We played on Buckley Common with coats as goal posts or at the Buckley Wanderers’ pitch in big goals with nets. All these were within a radius of 800 yards from my home.

Today the Buckley Common has been cleared and levelled.

and the field of dreams has long since become a car park for the local clinic and library.

My passion for sport was grounded in these very local play spaces. We had minimal equipment and remarkably long days of play. We adopted many roles in our play and games. All our activities were rich in vicarious play. With limited access to black and white television our imaginations ran wild.

I left primary school in 1963 and made the remarkable journey to the Mold Alun grammar School three miles away. At that time it was a very long way away by school bus. It was a transformation of my life chances too.  I had even more opportunities to participate in sport!

Centre for Research and Action in Public Health (CeRAPH)

The University of Canberra has a hidden treasure, the Centre for Research and Action in Public Health (CeRAPH). In the past few months the Faculty of Health and the University have recruited two leading researchers to guide the Centre’s development. Rachel Davey is the Director of the Centre and Professor of Health Research. Helen Berry is Rachel’s senior research colleague in the Centre.

Rachel and Helen have produced a five year strategic vision for CeRAPH that is framed by three goals:

  1. Excellence in health promotion and wellbeing research
  2. Engagement with communities of practice
  3. Dynamic alignment of research priorities

CeRAPH’s research focus will be on:

  • Chronic disease prevention throughout the lifespan
  • Environmental, economic, cultural and psycho-social determinants of health
  • Translation of research findings to policy, practice and service delivery for patient care and community health

I like the Centre’s focus on interprofessional research teams and believe that many other research clusters can benefit from an innovative approach to interdisciplinary sharing and exploration. (The added bonus for CeRAPH is that ACT Health has a strong philosophical commitment to interprofessional learning.) I think such research is the key to the translation of evidence into practice that is entirely fitting for a Centre for Research and Action.

Photo Credits

Angels are Messengers from God Thomas Hawk (see his account of the photograph here)

Brisbane 1899

Paris Trocadero looking4poetry