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A week in the life of a Playworker/Maker: Tuesday

29 Feb

Tuesday morning I was up bright and early for the very indirect commute from Tower Hamlets to Walthamstow where the Playbus hosts a morning play session funded by the local children’s centre.

The parents and careers at this session are always there waiting for the bus, their children literally jumping up and down in excitment. This week was very busy with 15 under 5’s along to play. I was talking to one parent who lives the other side of Walthamstow where we used to have another session funded by another children’s centre. We haven’t got the funding to carry on there and as we finished up our work  they were under going some staffing cuts and reshuffles that really affected their brilliant outreach and family support workers. Walthamstow, they told me, has seen a massive number of centre closures and cuts.

No front line cuts they keep saying. Every now and then they blab on about bridging the opportunity gap between the rich and poor. As if. East London has a desperate shortage of nursary places and its the kids from the more deprived areas who always miss out, their parents not being able to afford private care. Children’s centres have done a fantastic job of giving all children access to play sessions where they can explore and socialise with other children and where parents can meet each other, support each other and access all kinds of other services that they might well have missed out on otherwise (speach and language advice, legal advice, language classes). The playbus is used by the children’s centres to reach families who are less likely to go to the centres or access any services, as we can park right on their street and are an easy first place to come. For these kids to have a good start they need the space and opportunity to play. This government aren’t just taking these opportunities away in a short term sense, they are undoing the infrastructure that was only just beginning to make a difference.

Tuesdays session was lots of fun. We blew up baloons and all the kids loved chasing them around. Kids who, at the start of the session were very shy and clingy to their parents, were running around independently by the end. As the bus drives off there’s always a few tears but we will be back next week.

After packing away from the busy session, I had some time to kill. On Tuesdays I work on the bus in the morning and then at an adventure playground after school. A big gap but not big enough to go home and come out again. Thats what comes of working several jobs where each are just a few hours at a time. I went for lunch and tried to come up with some fundraising plans for the playbus. I’ve got a few ideas. Then, as the weather was so warm I headed to the park. Absolutly beautiful scattered with spring flowers and ducks.

Come 3.15pm I arrived at the playground which is especially for children and young people with disabilities and special needs. I’ve not been working there long and am still getting to know the other staff and the children. minibuses bring the children straight from their schools or their homes to the playground. Each member of staff is designated to work 1:1 with one of the children, so once you arrive and help get the place set up, it’s a waiting game for when your 1:1 arrives. The last few times my 1:1 hasn’t arrived and so I am on general duties. This has proved a great way to get to know the other staff. For example, if there is a young person who is known to take all of their clothes off, then I’m able to support the member of staff working 1:1 with that young person to help get them sorted and back out playing. I also relieve people if they need a break. Yesterday, when I relieved one member of staff I was launched into some wonderful imaginative outdoor play. The young person and I layed back on the grass and gazed at the sky which was slowly turning pink. There were tigers hiding out there, bees in the ground and spiders everywhere! (of the imaginary type). Later I joined in with the musical genious who was enjoying playing the keyboard at maximum volume, holding one key at a time. His eyes were closed and he rocked his head just like all the old blues greats. With his other hand he grabed a brightly coloured underella and moved it hypnotically to the durge, breaking into a big smile.

Before we knew it it was time to pack up and get on the minibuses to go home. After being an escort on one of the buses, I was finished for the day; back on the bus to Tower Hamlets.

In the evening, we made the most of the mild weather and planned to walk along the river to a pub in Wapping. Off we went. Every few yeards the pathway was blocked with locked gates. The water front here has been well and truely privatised. Where not so long ago where wharehouses and dockers pubs there’s now luxury developments and gated communities all claiming their own private chunk of the public right of way. In a crack between two houses were were lucky enough to discover an accessible bit of beach. The Thames is so beautiful and should be accesible to all.

 Then, as if some ominous threat, floating past on the river goes a boat pulling some giant olympic rings…as if we needed reminding. As if most people’s lives in London, especially east, haven’t been affected in some annoying way or other since they announced we were to host them. The people of East London knew or have quickly come to learn that these games are not for them and actually, if their lives get in the way of the plans to woo the worlds dignitaries it’ll be no contest who will win. All those I’ve spoken to are dreading the summer. Money has a way of ruining everything.

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The real ‘big society’ fighting for community spaces

15 May

Today I learned that most of the amazing adventure playgrounds in London initially started out as land occupations by local people who wanted to create spaces for their communities, in the 1960s and 70s.

With community spaces being threatened more and more with closure due to lack of funding or the push for redevelopment, nows is the time for that kind of community action to be rekindled.

There are plans for a community garden project in Hackney. If you’d like to get involved just drop me an email to fools.prints@yahoo.co.uk there’s lots of work to be done so the more enthusiastic hands the better!

Communities wont put up with continuously being sidelined… Watch this space for more information

Makebelieve

13 May

I’ve been reading a book recently, recommended by a friend, written by Michael Ende called ‘Momo’. I’m not half way though yet but it is great. You should read it.

One part of the book has stood out to me for the way it captures my feelings about children, play and toys. I’ve worked in playschemes that have been stacked to the rafters with plastic cookery sets, dolls, toy cars and more, and I’ve worked in ones that had nothing but pieces of second hand fabric, stuff that you’d put into your recycling bin and lots of imagination and I know which one I think is best…

“More and more often these days, children turned up with all kinds of toys you couldn’t really play with: remote-controlled tanks that trundled to and fro but did little else, or space rockets that whizzed around on strings but got nowhere, or model robots that waddled along with flashing eyes and heads swivelling but that was all.

They were highly expensive toys such as Momo’s friends had never owned, still less Momo herself. Most noticeable of all, they were so complete, down to the tiniest detail, that they left nothing at all to the imagination. Their owners would spend hours watching them, mesmerized but bored, as they trundled, whizzed or waddled along. Finally, when that palled, they would go back to the familiar old games in which a couple of cardboard boxes, a torn tablecloth, a molehill or a handful of pebbles were quite sufficient to conjure up a whole world of makebelieve.”

Play is inherent, and so is the desire and ability to play. Children are having their imaginations sold short by things designed by capitalism to keep them occupied and teach them how to be good men and women.

This section goes further…

“…Momo came across a doll on the steps of the old amphitheatre…Nearly as tall as Momo herself, the doll was so life-like that it might almost have been mistaken for a miniature human being, though not a child or a baby. Its red minidress and high-heeled sandals made it look more like a shop-window dummy or a stylish young woman about town.

Momo stared at it, fascinated. After a while she put out her hand and touched it. Instantly, the doll blinked a couple of times, opened its rosebud mouth, and said, in a metallic voice that sounded as if it were issued from a telephone, “Hello, I’m Lola, the Living Doll.”
Momo jumped back in alarm. Then, automatically, she replied, “Hello I’m Momo.”
The dolls lips moved again. “I belong to you,” it said. “All the other kids envy you because I’m yours.”

“Let’s pretend you’ve come to pay me a visit,” Momo suggested.
“Hello,” said the doll. “I’m Lola, the Living Doll.”
“How nice of you to call,” Momo replied politely. “Have you come far?”
“I belong to you,” the doll said. “All the other kids envy you because I’m yours.”
“Look,” said Momo, “we’ll never get anywhere if you go on repeating yourself like this.”

Momo tried several games in turn, but nothing came of them. If only the doll had remained silent, she could have supplied the answers herself and held an interesting conversation with it. As it was, the very fact that it could talk made conversation impossible.”

I’m reading this book at a time when the cuts are putting children and young people’s services at real risk. I was in Walthamstow for work this week, where it is looking like as many as 6 children’s centres are at risk of closure. These are places that insure that every child has access, not only to play, but also to health checks and support for their parents. Here in Hackney, the youth team are being merged with the youth offending team, and then half of that collective staff are set to lose their jobs. At the moment it is looking like the youth workers who are going to go. Youth centres will close, and those that remain open will be staffed by youth offending staff.

Important spaces for our children and young people are seriously under threat.

I was excited this week by an email doing the rounds about a potential new adventure playground in Hackney, springing up on unused, squatted land. I’ll be getting involved in that and I’ll update on here when I can.

Keep up the fight against the cuts for our children and young people!!