On this Day – 1st March 1954

Bikini Bomb

On the 1st of March 1954, the USA produced the biggest ever man-made explosion so far in the Pacific archipelago of Bikini, part of the Marshall Islands. One of the atolls was totally vaporised, disappearing into a gigantic mushroom cloud that spread at least 100 miles wide and dropping back to the sea in the form of radioactive fall-out. The Atomic Energy Commission announced this was the first in a series of tests to be carried out in the area.

The bomb was up to 1,000 times more powerful than the atomic bomb that destroyed Hiroshima and was so violent that it overwhelmed the measuring instruments, indicating that the bomb was much more powerful than scientists had anticipated. Continue reading “On this Day – 1st March 1954”

taxi

I’m stuck at TianHe airport in Wuhan waiting for my flight to Beijing.  Usually I’m stuck in Beijing waiting for a flight back to Wuhan so it makes for a refreshing change.

With the sole exception of when I showed up for my interview and they sent a car for me, the only cars I’ve used in Wuhan in have been taxis.  Wuhan taxis aren’t like the ones in Beijing, Shanghai or Shenzhen, they look more like something out of Flight of the Phoenix, defying all odds.  Continue reading “taxi”

Preaching and Patience

Patience as in wearing thin and oh, why oh why do they do it? Preaching, well isn’t it a bit of a waste of time?

We are none of us impressionable teenagers, and we have, by and large formed our views on life. Education, upbringing, life experiences and so forth, have made us what we are.  I am not suggesting we should stop learning or that our views should not change, but talking to people who do not necessarily share our own experiences should perhaps result in our understanding their viewpoint, rather than embracing it as the only  “truth”. So why the zeal to convert others? Vive la difference, and thank goodness we do not all think alike. We can’t all be right!

I have absolutely no desire to convert others to my point of view; merely to express them and perhaps occasionally to have them understood.

Hi

Quite a few of the emails I receive  have Hi as their subject. They are usually from friends, catching up on this and that. sometimes they are from people I know less well and the Hi can seem a little inappropriate. I mean, Hi is a sort of familiar, light-hearted way of greeting someone. You wouldn’t expect a message from your bank manager or GP to be addressed this way. At least not unless you knew them very well and it was some sort of relaxed and friendly communication. Tone and register are important clues as to the seriousness, or not, of a message.

You get my drift I hope. Continue reading …

Hurray for Professor Buckland!

Some years ago when I worked in a State Education Department here in Oz, a number of employers declared their intention to set their own examinations for school leavers who applied for jobs. They claimed that the youngsters leaving school were inadequately educated and that the Year 12 Examinations had no value.

In an attempt to prove that the employers were wrong, the Education Department set new papers in Maths and English. The results were so appalling, that the markers were told to ‘upgrade’ the marks so that any student who wrote his name correctly would get 20%. If they got the date right – they got a pass mark.

It is about time that more people took Professor Buckland’s stand…

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/education/educationnews/7332452/The-university-professor-who-stood-up-against-dumbing-down-of-degrees.html

The employers were not convinced…

Tales of the unexpected

A friend has given birth to a beautiful little girl.

So we chatted and cooed over her lovely little one during a visit – though the experience made me secretly very glad to have passed those frazzled milk-sodden days…

Apparently, the woman in the next bed had just been told that the father of her child must be Asian or mixed race, unlike her white partner…

Oh, to have been a fly on the wall at the precise moment when the midwife gently broke the news…

 Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Liverpool Women’s Hospital:  better than Shameless any day.

For Boadicea

Talking about my career as a teacher last night on MyT reminded me that I had never got round to writing about the world of archives, for which I originally trained. During my first degree in modern languages I became interested in medieval French language and literature. Old and Middle High German never held the same attraction. I then moved on to study medieval Latin and paleography and diplomatic – that is old handwriting styles and the different forms of documents issued by different authorities.

A lot of such knowledge is only useful if you end up working in the Public Record Office or the Vatican archives or somewhere equally high powered. Local record offices concentrate on local parish records, local landowners and local government records. Not all vicars can be persuaded to deposit the parish records, though they usually regret that if their church burns down and everything in the parish chest is reduced to ashes.  These are the sort of records most useful to genealogists, though if your ancestors got transported to the colonies for a felony, then the Sessions records are also good.

London has a large number of record offices, from the Public Record Office, under the aegis of the Master of the Rolls, to the India Office archives, which have some amazing artefacts as well as documents. It is the number of parishes in London that causes the most problems for family historians. There were over 100 parishes in the City of London alone at one point. So anyone arriving to look for an ancestor with a fairly common name really had to know in which parish he/she lived. I was always on the look-out for a name like Ichabod Shufflebottom that would stand out from the rest, but never found one.

Archivists  have to learn how to deal with damaged documents and to prioritise repair work. The repairer is a very skilled craftsman and does wonderful work, but needs to be told which document needs treatment first. As there is always a long back-log of of collections waiting to be catalogued and indexed, so there is always a long list of documents waiting for repair.

Archives, like libraries, always come bottom of any list of projects on which money should be spent, but are definitely in the top ten when it comes to cuts. Shortsighted? Of course, until everything is either on microfiche or transcribed. But then the records are all very British – not “multi-culti” enough, I expect.

I lurve my toothbrush!

I have been using an electric toothbrush for the last twenty five years or so, and wouldn’t be without one. A few days ago my latest model, an exorbitantly expensive Philips model just crashed. Lots of flashing lights but none of the buttons worked and none of the fourteen programmes worked. No extra care, super duper deep clean plus gum massage no “brush and go”, economy programme; nothing! It was no consolation that the really splendid sonic device which renders the brushes germ free continued to function. Continue reading “I lurve my toothbrush!”