Wednesday, 24 March 2021

World Downs Syndrome Day 2021 – in Mexico

 

Sunday 21 March was World Downs Syndrome Day. Our son Chris made this video for his charity, Pasitos de Luz, in Bahía de Banderas, Mexico. It features a little boy called Panchito. The captions are in Spanish so for those of you who don’t speak the language I have drafted a transcript below. The italics denote captions for the sections of the video. Do please take a look. The pictures speak for themselves.

 

You can see the video on Youtube at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gk2UsRRqjM

 


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Many of you will have heard about Pasitos de Luz from me before, but for those who have not information about its activities is here (in English!): https://pasitosdeluz.org/

 

Here is the transcript:

 

I am Panchito – I am more than a person with Downs syndrome

 

This is Panchito

 

My name is Francisco but everybody calls me Panchito. I am now 6 years old!

 

My Family Life

 

I am an only child and I live with my parents. Their names are Josselin and Pedro.

I love spending time with my family.

We go to the beach.

We go to the stream.

I live with my cousins.

I help with the chores.

And I relax at home with my parents.

 

My days at Pasitos de Luz

 

I started at Pasitos de Luz when I was three years old.

I learned to paint and draw.

I love playing music.

I play sports.

I eat well every day.

And I have made friends!

 

Do you know what Downs syndrome is?

 

Downs syndrome is a chromosomal disorder.

I have 47 chromosomes instead of the usual 46.

This means that I sometimes find it difficult to do some things.

For example, sometimes I have difficulty making myself understood, paying attention to what my teachers say or following instructions. But I have learned to listen and to express myself better and now I really enjoy my lessons at Pasitos de Luz.

 

Francisco is a very active child, very affectionate, he is happy and likes to play. To me he is an angel, he is a gift from God. Pedro, Panchito’s Dad

 

I am Panchito. And I am more than a person with Downs syndrome.

 

Pasitos de Luz. “Working with love”

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Friday, 19 March 2021

Epidemic and Blitz: the wartime lives of Annie and Bert Waddams

 

On 4 December 1943 Bert Waddams (Jan’s grandfather) wrote to his son Ron (Jan’s father), who had been sent to India as “a litho draughtsman and photo-writer” in a map-making unit of the Royal Engineers. Bert noted that the Vicar at his church, St Mary’s in West Twyford (West London), and a neighbour, Mr Johnson, were sick with flu. In the same letter Annie, Ron’s mother noted that her sister Lily was also in bed with the virus. Bert wrote: “All I hope is that this epidemic is a good omen of the end of the War as it happened so in the last.” Bert had good reason to draw this parallel. He had been shot in France in 1916, and later had not been far from death with the Spanish Flu. The 1943 flu affected Bert’s employer, the printing company founded in Hammersmith by the late Emery Walker, an eminent figure in the Arts & Crafts movement. Bert had had to turn away jobs from a new customer because the firm that supplied Walker’s colour work had been stricken with the flu. “There is not a firm in London”, Bert noted, “unaffected by this scourge.”

 

The staff of Emery Walker in 1910. Bert may be the man third from right

In 1943 war and flu threatened the lives of Londoners like Annie and Bert. But since 1940 it was not a virus that kept Londoners awake at night, but bombing raids, flying bombs or rockets, and the death, destruction and fires that they caused. Bert had written to Ron on 24 October 1943: “You can rest assured that Ruislip is a comparatively safe area, although we can hear the barrage over distant districts. One night last week I had a wonderful view of a “firework” display in the direction of Slough. They came over on my night of firewatching. I turned out in my steel helmet and armlet in company with Mrs Read next door & another lady neighbour, so what have I got to worry over!” Bert had good reason to fear that his son would be concerned, for the family home, 45 Huxley Gardens in West Twyford, had been bombed on 18 September 1940 mere days after the beginning of the Blitz.

 

Ron Waddams, Portrait of Bert Waddams, oil on canvas

Ron had received a report of the destruction of his home from his vicar, Mr Manning:

“The burden of this letter I am afraid is one of sadness. You will have heard by now of the calamity which took place on Wednesday night last. The German bombers in the course of their indiscriminate attacks on the civilian population of London hit your house in Huxley Gardens was hit [sic] & destroyed, but God in His infinite mercy spread His shadowing wings over your family & also over the Pilchers & they have escaped without any serious hurt. It has all come as a tremendous shock to everybody but friends have rallied round & given an amazing amount of help to your Dad who has stood up to this grievous trial in a way which has been admired by all. For the time being he is staying with me here & your mother is at Ruislip with your aunt [Lily, her sister]. Evelyn [Ron’s sister] is staying with Nan [a friend]. Some of the home has been saved including the dining room & drawing room furniture. All the books in the bookcase in the hall were unhurt & practically all of your pictures & painting things are safe, also your Dad’s drawing materials. They have given your Dad a house in Twyford Abbey Rd (corner of Rossall Crescent) which is empty & all the stuff worth keeping is being placed there.

            We went to see your mother yesterday (Friday) afternoon & it was good to see how well she was standing up to all this & it eased both your Dad’s & Evelyn’s mind to find her so calm & contented.”

 

Ron Waddams, Portrait of Annie Waddams (née Elkins), oil on canvas

I have been reading the letters exchanged between Bert, Annie and their son during his service in the army from 1941 to 1946, first in the UK, then in South Africa, India and Burma. Bert and Annie’s letters paint a vivid picture of life in London during World War II. Bert’s references to the flu epidemic and the hardship his family endured set me thinking about parallels (or lack of parallels) with our current plight.

 

Politicians (to be more precise generally Conservative politicians and the majority of our  national newspapers) in the UK are fond of calling for a Blitz spirit. A headline in the Daily Express of 27 December 2020 read: “Who says blitz spirit is gone? Be PROUD of our defiance in 2020.” The writer urged his readers to face down defiantly the second wave of Covid, the EU, unemployment, a forthcoming third lockdown, and a record national debt.

 

The appeal of the Blitz spirit rhetoric rests on the enduring national myth that “we” stood alone from 1939-1945 and rescued the wretched, capitulationist Europeans (still heartily despised by Brexiters) from the German threat (still heartily loathed by Brexiters). The slight problem is that “we” only fits the facts if we conveniently forget the troops of countries in the British Empire, the Americans, the Russians, and assorted others such as the airmen from Poland (now an EU member) to whom a monument stands by the A40 as you leave London to the West. But, my word, the voters love the Blitz myth so facts rarely stand in the way of a bit of jingoism.

 

As I have been reading Bert, Annie and Ron’s letters I have been reflecting on the similarities and contrasts between the 2020/2021 pandemic and the hardships at home of 1940-1945. Annie’s letter of 10 December 1943 carries intimations of our own locked-down lives: “We shall not be going to the cinema this side of Xmas as there is such a lot of flu about you are advised to keep out of crowded places.” Bert added that: “The epidemic is pretty serious; we hope fervently that we shall escape infection.” But I have been struck by the differences between 1941-1945 rather than the parallels.

 

The Blitz, and the later threats posed by flying bombs and rockets, certainly did not keep Annie and Bert away from the cinema. On 24 August 1940, Annie wrote: “I see Evelyn has told you about the air raid warnings we had after breakfast, and the kiddies had theirs in the shelter, and the second one we were in the pictures. We took Mrs Johnson with us and the manager came on the stage and asked us if we would like to take shelter or carry on, so we carried on. Only very few went out. It [the warning] lasted about an hour. I could not enjoy the performance as I was worried over Evelyn as she was by herself. Daisy & the kiddies went to Ealing and took shelter in the little park where you play golf, and there was no one to be with in her shelter, but as it happened she was allright.” References to the cinema are frequent in the letters: one or other member of the household seems to have seen a film at least once a week, often twice, although after 1943 when money was tight Bert & Annie cut their cinema-going back to once a week.

 

On 24 November 1944 Annie wrote to her son about the rocket attacks: “They make a terrible noise but the damage from blast is not so great as the flying bomb. Of course there is no warning. The nearest we have had was at Kingsbury, Hendon, Pinner & Uxbridge. We have not heard any this week but Uncle Ted came over last Wednesday and he said one dropped in Battersea that morning.” The rockets did not close down the cinemas and theatres any more than the Luftwaffe’s bombs had. On 30 December Bert, Annie, her sister Lily with her husband John and daughter Anne, had tickets for Happy and Glorious at the London Palladium. The star of the show was the comedian Tommy Trinder, famous for his catch phrase “You lucky people!”: “By all accounts”, Bert commented, “there is at the present time an unprecedented boom in the theatre world.” Thus, while a lunchtime concert at the Wigmore Hall or an evening at the English National Opera seem to us distant memories, cinema and theatre were parts of daily life throughout London’s war.

 

Tommy Trinder

Nevertheless, the threat of death was present for much of the war. Two weeks before he was bombed out of his home, Bert wrote to Ron that the parents of his friend Harold had been killed, their daughter Doreen injured, but Harold hurt only slightly. In February 1944 the caretaker of the school near the family home was killed, his wife with him. However, reports of damage to property are much more numerous than deaths, even during the worst of the 1940 Blitz. The vicar wrote to Ron in October: “a bomb had fallen in the garden of Robbins house in Huxley Gardens & I am sorry to say that it did a great deal of damage. It must have been a heavy bomb which came down – they reckon it was a 500 pounder. About ten houses in Huxley suffered & several in Brentmead Gardens & one or two in Spencer Close. Thank God there was no loss of life & superficial cuts were the only injuries received. In addition to this damage we have also lost two houses in Cleveley Crescent. The same plane must have dropped oil bombs & one of these lit two houses opposite Lytham Grove & burnt them to nothing.”

 

And, of course, friends and colleagues died in battle. In March 1945 Douglas Harvey, “one of my chaps” at Bert’s workplace, visited him while on home leave. Douglas informed Bert of the deat of a young apprentice, Dennis Hadley, killed in 1944 at the battle of Anzio. “I am terribly grieved”, Bert wrote, “He was the finest boy we ever had. His death has caused a complete breakup of his family”. In March 1944 Bert inscribed in his elegant lettring a verse for a mother who had lost her son at sea. The same letter recorded that “Mary Rider is getting married to a Dutchman. Her first fiancé was killed last year.”

 

The emotions expressed in the letters are not the heroic solidarity of our contemporary myth makers. Much of the response is simply practical: finding another place to live; rescuing furniture and other belongings, packing them up and storing them; finding alternative work; queueing resignedly for scarce food stuffs. There is a notable lack of expressions of hostility or hatred of the enemy. In fact, the terms German or Nazi are hardly used at all in the hundreds of letters, although Jerry occurs occasionally. Contrast this with the jingoism and scorn directed at the EU and European nations in the UK nowadays.

 

Of course, running a business was difficult. The building in which Bert worked in Hammersmith was damaged by bomb blast for the third time in 1943. In February 1944 it was blasted again: “It is terrible the devastation around. With two of our chaps I have been all day clearing up the mess at the works & also helping Charlie carry some of the things over to our machine room where he is storing them. It made me very sad.” It happened again in July: We at work have had another one close by blasting our work worse than ever. Just when we had finished repairing after the last one. To-day I have been up on the roof helping to repair the roof which was in a shocking mess.” The firm had to suspend printing operations during the war. It was not until February 1946 that engineers were able to clean and reinstall the collotype and letterpress machines. Even then photographic supplies were scarce and “Paper is a very difficult problem.” The firm kept going with other work. In April 1944 the British Museum bought all the remaining impressions of Saxton’s maps of the counties of England for £180. “What a windfall!”.

 

Labour was a problem. Many young men were absent on military service, so the firm struggled on with older staff who, Bert complained, were resisting the modern working methods he wanted to introduce. It was not until 1946, as young men returned from the forces, that Bert was able to welcome back the likes of Bert Huggins, Charlie Kent and Douglas Harvey. Labour was, in fact, managed by the government, rather as the state now manages the vaccination programme in the UK. In August 1943 Annie wrote: “What do you think Ron. I shall have to register for war work in the factory in September. They are going to call up women between forty five and fifty and I am fifty today, don’t you think this is the limit, they will be having Gran soon.” Evelyn fell foul of the Labour Exchange by taking a job at the Hoover company, which was engaged in war work. The officials complained that the proper procedures had not been followed and threatened to assign her to work at a factory called the Sheds. The point here is that, while the 2020-2021 pandemic has shut down much of the economy, the economic damage done by the war was different in nature and scale. Production was not shut down, but rather switched from civilian to war mode.

 

Social gatherings continued much as normal, with the exception of the absence of many young men unless they were home on leave. Visits from friends and family were frequent. When visitors arrived, the men would often repair to The Orchard pub for a few ales. Every opportunity for a party was gleefully seized. Parties featured the best food that could be managed under rationing, dancing to music on the wireless, and hilarious games.  Twelve sat down for Christmas dinner in 1944. A young nephew, Brian Elkins, would also have been there but a Christmas Day tube strike (not much Blitz spirit there) delayed his arrival until Boxing Day. Annie described Christmas Day. Evelyn had made a five-pound cake, iced by Bert (whose professional speciality was high quality lettering) with the words “Happy Christmas and a Victorious New Year. There were chocolate biscuits, a chocolate layer cake, mince pies, nutty cluster sweets, fruit and nut fudge and cheese straws. “We had nuts, dates, oranges, apples and lemons, but John was not able to get any whisky. I peeled forty eight potatoes and did all the sprouts and jellies & blanc-manges (the ones you [Ron] sent [from India]). Christmas we had only the turkey to stuff the next morning. Dad told you what the tree looked like but he did not tell you that the fairy doll’s hand that held the wand was made to move. Dad had made some gadget so that when the music was on it beat time. It looked very effective with the light shining on it, the kiddies thought it was wonderful.”

 

Christmas 1941 had been a larger gathering: “We have got the turkey and it looks a very good one. Uncle has managed to get some whiskey and gin but had to pay a good price for it. We shall have fifteen to dinner and eighteen to tea.” However, 1940 was a much more constrained Christmas season. Annie, Bert and Evelyn had moved from London to Taunton. Bert had found employment at the Admiralty Hydrographic Department, at a lower rate of pay than he had earned in London so money was short. The family was lodging with a Mr & Mrs Gibbs. Evelyn wrote to Ron that “Mrs Gibbs is properly getting excited as they don’t usually have a crowd, so we will have to show them what a real London Xmas is”.  Evelyn was a party girl. However, Annie explained that presents were out of the question. Mrs Gibbs could get a chicken from her mother’s farm, it might be possible to find some sausage meat, and Mrs Gibbs was making brawn. They had a pudding and a cake. But a ham was out of the question.

 

Of course, life was not all parties, cinema and Tommy Trinder. The family home would not be rebuilt until after 1946. After about a year in Taunton Bert and Annie returned to London and moved in with Annie’s sister Lily. Lily, John and young Anne lived downstairs, while Annie, Bert, Evelyn and Annie’s elderly mother occupied rooms upstairs, converting one bedroom into a sitting room with furniture rescued from their bombed home. They shared the kitchen and bathroom. Annie’s store cupboard was in the bathroom.

 

Those of us who have lived through the UK’s lockdown would be made positively envious to read of the social life of wartime London. Social distancing existed only for the “boys” sent overseas. Ron left on a convoy to South Africa in February 1943 and did not return until June 1946. In lockdown WhatsApp and Zoom have kept us in touch with our friends and family. For Ron and his parents, the equivalent was the weekly letter (numbered so that the recipient could monitor whether any had been delayed or lost). While Ron was overseas they wrote some 400 letters and sent parcels from the UK to India and Burma, and from South Africa, India and Burma to home. Ron also wrote letters to, and received letters from, aunts and uncles, his vicar, friends, including his future wife Betty Charrosin. A week without letters was the cause of much discontent among the troops. In London, letters were avidly read, re-read and commented upon, but delayed letters caused disappointment and anxiety. If Ron’s colleagues maintained a similar volume of correspondence in their three-year service overseas, his unit alone could well have accounted for 18,000 or 20,000 letters.  The logistics of delivering a huge volume of correspondence to mobile troops, who might have moved to a new location while the letter was en route, must have been a considerable challenge.

 

Ron Waddams, pencil sketch of a bathroom design for the rebuilt family home at 45 Huxley Gardens,  Dehra Dun, India, enclosed with a letter dated 5 July 1943

For time sensitive communication there was the cable (to reassure parents of a safe arrival, or for best wishes on birthdays, anniversaries and so on). The new technology of choice for communication that required more words than the cable, but would arrive faster than a letter, was the Airgraph, invented by Kodak. An Airgraph was written on one side of a paper form, which was then photographed, sent by air to Cairo where it was printed in a reduced format (13.1cm x 10.7cm) and then forwarded to the UK. Airgraphs could also be sent from the UK to the soldier overseas. As well as being speedier, the great advantage of the Airgraph was that it greatly reduced the weight of paper that had to be transported in scarce planes.

 

Ron Waddams, Airgraph, Dehra Dun, India, 14 August 1943, noting that he has been taught to tango by a fellow soldier

While in some years, the family could pool its coupons to produce a Christmas feast of almost pre-war proportions, rationing and shortages were irritating facts of life. In March 1944 Annie wrote to her son: “What do you think? We have had pancakes today with real lemons. You have to wait in queues for oranges and lemons. The worst of it is they are never sold together, you have to go at a different time, and in this cold weather it is not too good standing about, so we have not had any oranges yet. Evelyn has had some. She has been making lemon curd with dried eggs, a war time recipe. It was very good too.” In the context of shortages, gardens provided what money and coupons could not buy. In June 1943 Bert picked 7 pounds of raspberries and loganberries from the garden of his bombed home. Some had to be bottled because they did not have enough sugar to make jam.

 

Ron’s letters from South Africa and India are full of references to salads, fruits and abundant food, frequently enviously commented on by his parents and his sister. In Durban in 1943 Ron and a pal were invited home by a local family. “For the lunch, there were some perfect Cornish pasties, with salad. The salad was made up of: potato, tomato, cucumber, onion, and avocado pear. The last named is a fruit we never see at home. It grows rather like a pear in shape, though larger, and its likeness to a pear ends at that. The green skin is peeled off for eating, and the fruit cut so that the large stone from its centre may be removed. I do not find this fruit appetising to look at; its colour is a dirty yellow, and its substance is soft like butter. The taste is quite a new one to me, and impossible to describe accurately. The nearest likeness I can give is a mixture of tomato and potato, with just that something else that makes the difference. It is a tasty asset to a salad, though I do not like them alone. Following this course came ‘Angel’s Fruit’. This is what they call a fruit salad, made from fresh bananas, pineapple, oranges, melon, and passion fruit, all covered over with cream. The meal was concluded with cakes and two cups of tea.”

 

From Dehra Dun, in the Himalayas of India, Ron described the food available in his canteen: “My favourite meal will seem a luxury to you in present times. It is two eggs, chips, tomatoes and bacon, with bread and butter. What follows depends on my whim, might be toast and marmalade, cakes or fruit and custard. Another favourite of mine is ‘strawberry fool’, which is strawberry jam whipped up in a glass with milk and custard, and served ice cold, it’s like a rich milk shake. They also make them with Guava jam, and with raw Mango. The guava is a plum-like fruit, we had some in Africa. While the mango is of the orange family.” The following year, at Thondebavi, near Bangalore, the mangos were abundant: “On the mango trees here, the mangoes are not yet ripe, but we have ripe ones in our rations and they are particularly delicious. To look at they are oval and the size of an orange. The skin is thin and mottled green and yellow. Inside the fruit is like a peach in substance and colour. To taste, it has the sharp tang of the orange and raw pineapple together with the somewhat sickly taste of the melon. It is a rich and luscious fruit to be taken in small quantities.”

 

One of the ironies apparent from the family’s letters, is that while in the Empire foodstuffs were varied and abundant, and textiles readily available, in the capital of Imperial Britain they were rationed and expensive. Ron frequently sent home parcels of food and textiles (tea towels, sheets, pillow slips, socks, dress material), which were enormously appreciated by his parents and his sister. In September 1944 Women’s Voluntary Service of South Africa sent food parcels to the homes of soldiers serving overseas. In 1945 a welfare parcel arrived in Ruislip from Australia: a pound of sugar, a pound of sultanas, a half-pound tin of orange jam and a tin of a mysterious delicacy called Camp Pie, tinned meat, usually either beef or mutton.

 

Until after 1945 coupons, rationing and shortage were significant factors of everyday life. Contrast 2020-2021. After a brief period of scarcity of items such as toilet paper and hand sanitizer, shortages of the basics of life do not affect the entire population, only those poor enough not to be able to afford them. In the UK this phenomenon did not begin with the pandemic, for the use of food banks had already been increasing year-on-year, driven by a deliberately inadequate welfare system. The pandemic has made matters worse because it plunged many more people into the parsimonious hands of Universal Credit.

 

The Blitz mythology suggests that a heroic solidarity was the norm in wartime Britain. Certainly, when Bert and Annie’s home was bombed friends and neighbours gathered round to offer them shelter. Bert wrote a month after the bombing of his house that: “The air raids are still a bit troublesome and I shall be very glad to be out of London. The Vicar, Mr Gleeson & Mrs Eames have been wonderful to me … Mrs Eames even did my washing this week.” But mostly Annie and Bert simply coped with wartime living: air raid warnings, an uncertain housing situation, cramped accommodation, rationing and queueing, the general threat of disruption at home and at work. For a year, 1940-1941, Bert worked for the Admiralty in Taunton at much reduced pay. Back at Emery Walker, in April 1943 he had to ask his boss for a pay rise, otherwise he could not meet his commitments. By 1944 Bert reported that the price of clothes had doubled. By 1946 the couple had already spent half of their £150 war damage claim and work had not yet begun on rebuilding their home.

 

Then there were the dealings with officialdom. To be rehoused you applied to the billeting people at the Town Hall, who might offer accommodation that was too large and that you could not afford to heat. To rebuild his house Bert needed approval from the local Town Hall, which in turn required plans drawn by an architect, a profession in very short supply. Almost six years after the destruction of his home, there had been little progress towards rebuilding.

 

Bert described his negotiations with the Assistance Board in January 1942: “I am afraid the more I know of officialdom the less I like it. I am referring to the Assistance Board. I went there this morning and was calmly told that as I was in furnished rooms they could not give me any grant. If I was rehoused I would probably get a grant of only £30, which I explained was inadequate considering the expense which would be incurred. They evidently had a report from some official who had examined my furniture which is in store. The officer-in-charge told me that as my furniture had not sustained much damage I could not expect any help. He realised after I told him, that the majority of the damaged stuff had been too bad to salvage! I also explained to him that if my bedding was not reconditioned till after the war it would deteriorate so much that it may be a total loss. But it seems he is so tied up with red-tape that if he does not make it a special case I have very little hope of assistance.”

 

In November 1945 Bert summed up the post- war mood: “I shall be glad to improve the state of things at Sussex House as soon as it is possible. On Friday next I have arranged a meeting at my office, of the District Surveyor, the War Damage Commission’s Surveyor & also the builder. So I am hoping that something decisive will be done. It is very difficult to keep cheerful these days somehow. More so than I have experienced throughout the war. Everybody seems the same. The trouble I think is that we all expected too much after the cessation of hostilities to be frightfully disappointed. … Priestley spoke last Sunday on the radio about how the people have forgotten the friendliness they showed during the blitz. Piers England in an article in the ‘People’ writes of his experience during a walk in London. Universal shop assistants, & bragging know alls who can always get anything in short supply (at a price). … I only think it is a phase – a post war feeling. And when we get improved rations & obvious signs of better times, people will be more cheerful & friendlier.”

 

Solidarity seems not to have prevented crime. In June 1943 Annie took one of Bert’s suits to the cleaners. It was stolen during a robbery. In November 1944, there were a series or burglaries at the church. On one occasion, money intended for “Comforts for The Troops” was stolen. In February 1946 there was a second break-in at Emery Walker in Hammersmith. Thieves stole two clocks and some instruments. That same month burglars stole £2,000 of clothing from the best ladies’ outfitters in Ruislip.

 

Bert and Ron’s letters also tell something of the political change that was stirring as the war ground to its end. In February 1944, Bert wrote, the Master Printers Association arranged a lecture “on “The Value of Full Co-operation with your Employees and how to obtain it”. This was not only interesting but shows one the present day trend. The day of slave labour is considered gone, and it is urged that every firm should have its works committee who should be taken into the confidence of the management. Sounds like an echo of Russia doesn’t it? One question – How should you deal with an extreme Red? – once you take him in your confidence you will find him the most co-operative man.”

 

Ron and Bert became interested in the Common Wealth Party, founded in 1942 by Sir Richard Acland (who had been a Liberal MP), the writer J B Priestley, and a veteran of the Spanish Civil War Tom Wintringham. Bert sent pamphlets and a magazine issued by the party, which Ron shared with some of his colleagues. The party’s core principles were common ownership, morality in politics and “Vital Democracy”.  In 1944 and 1945 they celebrated the party’s victories in bye-elections in Skipton and Chelmsford, but lamented its loss in Camberwell.

 

As the July 1945 General Election approached Ron wrote to his father: “I rather think Labour will get in on an easy majority. Churchill is not so popular as you think at least not in the forces. It is realized that he was the only strong man who could have led the government in these war years and that he fulfilled his task excellently, but he is still not a man of the people, and with peace approaching it is a people’s government that is wanted.” He predicted that Labour would win 359 seats (they won 393) and the Conservatives 184 (in fact, 197), but did not foresee the Liberal collapse from 47 to 112 and Common Wealth from 7 to 1. Nevertheless, he was “jubilant over Labour’s victory. When Bert arrived at his office on 27 July his boss “Mr Merton greeted me with “Good morning Comrade Waddams!”” Since those who appeal to the Blitz spirit do so almost without exception from a Conservative Party point of view, they must conveniently forget the left-wing sentiments that flourished as the war came to its end. No doubt there was hunger during the war years, but it would not have been casually accepted as we now accept food banks.

 

Bert died before I married Jan, and Annie within a year of our wedding, so I have been getting to know them through their letters. Annie was very much the motherly home-maker. She was concerned for her son’s safety from shipwreck, enemy action, and his first flight in an aeroplane from Rangoon to Calcutta in an American Dakota in December 1945. She disapproved of his plans to buy a car (unsafe) when he returned and urged him to shave off his new moustache (he did not). She managed household affairs and coped (grumblingly) with rationing and coupons. Bert clearly relied on her domestic support. Bert was an accomplished artisan, specializing in lettering and diagrams. His employers and clients valued his skills. Church and pride in his work were clearly enormously important to him. He saw the need to modernize the firm for which he worked, and diplomatically set about persuading his conservative superiors to agree to his plans. He had a playful, gentle sense of humour. He was a lover of classical music and, with Annie a keen cinema and theatre-goer. He played chess ad delighted in teaching others the game. He loved a party, complete with humorous games, and a good dance. He and Ron regularly corresponded about weighty matters: the causes of the war, politics, the fate of the world once the Peace had come. They wrote about the books they had read, the music they had listened to, the films they had seen. If he disagreed with his son, he did so gently but firmly, never seeking confrontation.

 

I do not detect in Annie and Bert the Blitz spirit so beloved of 2021 propagandists. Rather, I see fortitude, an unbreakable togetherness, the devastating blow of a family home destroyed, and a dogged determination to rebuild it. Their daughter Evelyn married in 1942, and a granddaughter Julie was born in 1944. They worried for the safety of their son, since censorship meant that they often did not know where he was. They studied the photos he sent home with a magnifying glass. Was he eating well since, he seemed thinner? His mother disapproved when a moustache appeared. But above all they longed for his return. They expressed weary relief as the military situation turned first against the Germans and then against the Japanese. They occasionally wished for victory, but above all for “the Peace”.

 

Ron Waddams, Portrait of Evelyn Waddams in Her Wedding Veil, oil on canvas, 1942

 

 

 

 

 

Wednesday, 10 March 2021

The Pandemic in Mexico

 

By 10 March Mexico had reported 2,137,884 cases of Covid-19, although the reported rate in undoubtedly low since Mexico has carried out relatively few tests. 191,789 deaths have been reported. This likewise is considered to be a low figure: real deaths may be double. 2,849,630 doses of vaccine (equivalent to 1.8% of the population) have been given.

 

Statistics, as we have learned, are tremendously important in the pandemic, but I have been staying in touch with friends and our son in Mexico to understand how daily lives have been affected. The Mexican government publishes a large amount of information (https://coronavirus.gob.mx/), from simple advice about symptoms and prevention of infection, to data by state, and materials in Indigenous languages –there are videos in 52 languages at: https://site.inali.gob.mx/Micrositios/materiales_de_prevencion_covid-19/index.html.

 

The main tool for pandemic management is the semáforo de riesgo epidémico (pandemic risk traffic light) which indicates the level of risk for each of the 32 states. While real traffic lights have three colours, the Covid-19 light has four:

·      red for highest risk (only essential activities are permitted; people can walk around their homes during the day)

·      orange (non-essential businesses can operate with 30% of staff, public spaces can open with reduced capacity)

·      yellow (all businesses open, public spaces open without limits of capacity, all provided that Covid-19 precautions are taken)

·      green (all activities, including schooling permitted)

For the period 1-14 March 2021 no states are red, 11 are orange, 19 yellow and two green (Chiapas and Campeche in the far southeast).

 

The semáforo in December 2020

The semáforo in March 2021


The details of how these regulations are interpreted and enforced varies considerably by state.

 

Our son Chris is Communications and Events Officer for a charity, Pasitos de Luz (Little Steps of Light) (https://pasitosdeluz.org/) that cares for disabled children. Pasitos has been closed since March 2020, but is now beginning to open gradually to receive children, initially in small groups. . Here is Chris’ account, written for the Children’s Shelter of Hope Foundation in the USA which collects donations to Pasitos, of how the pandemic has affected Pasitos and one of the children to whom it provides therapy. Note that this was written shortly before the traffic light for the are changed from red to yellow:

 

“Life in 2021 is still tough for our local communities here in Puerto Vallarta and Banderas Bay. The economy has opened up, but tourist numbers are down and all businesses currently have to shut at 10pm and 8pm in Jalisco and Nayarit respectively, due to the red ‘traffic light’ we mentioned in our December newsletter piece. This means that we are still supporting families with food parcels (we have delivered over 5,000 and counting).

However, over the holiday period blessings fell our way, providing a rainbow of light at a challenging time. Local organizations, such as Vallarta Food Bank, alongside individuals, donated toys for every single Pasitos child, which were welcomed with huge smiles , to mark the Day of the Kings (6th January). And a local health clinic, Salud Digna (Health with Dignity), has donated 300 free health checks, which we have been scheduling for our kids, their families and Pasitos staff.

Since December, we have also been proactive in preparing to welcome back kids to Casa Connor. We are planning to start some outdoor therapies for small groups of children, once the traffic light changes from red. We have drawn up a list of the priority children. There is one little boy who will particularly benefit from being back at Pasitos de Luz and for whom we have high hopes this year. Below we tell you a bit about him and what we think he could achieve in 2021.

 

Ian Jesé, known simply as Jesé, is eight years old and started at Pasitos de Luz when he was six, in 2019. He lives in Puerto Vallarta with his mum, dad, younger brother and his grandmother. Jesé was a difficult case when he first started with us and his progress since then has been truly remarkable.

Jesé is diagnosed with global development delay, which means that it has taken him a lot longer to reach certain development milestones than other children his age. For example, when he arrived at Casa Connor, he could not even crawl by himself, let alone stand up or walk. His ability to manipulate things with his hands was extremely limited; he could not hold a pencil. All of this, combined with the fact that Jesé had little or no control over his sphincter muscles, meant that he was a very shy little boy, with a tendency to lash out if he felt uncomfortable about anything; sometimes hitting or even biting his teachers.

One of the very first things that we did for Jesé was to draw up a weekly eating plan, which we shared with his mother Yaritza. He was worryingly malnourished, because he had not been eating well at home. The children who attend Pasitos de Luz always receive two healthy meals a day, from Monday to Friday, based on vegetables, fruit, grains and good proteins. We explained to Jesé’s mum how she could continue making sure he ate healthily at home too, in the evening and on weekends.

Jesé, wearing his Pasitos shirt, in the physiotherapy room

Thanks to this improved diet, within weeks Jesé had put on a good amount of weight, which really helped with his physical rehabilitation too. Our physiotherapists began their work with Jesé gently, using exercises to gradually strengthen his leg muscles, so that he could stand up unaided. From there, they helped him transition to the parallel bars and then eventually to the treadmill. By the end of 2019 Jesé was confident on his feet and had also become increasingly confident in his social interactions. His tantrums had all but disappeared. He paid more attention to his teachers and he started to make more friends in the classroom. One thing that Jesé really loves is travelling to and from Casa Connor on our school bus. He excitedly points out things he sees through the window, which is such a positive contrast to the frightened little boy who first came to Pasitos in 2019.

 

Jesé and his mother

We feel that 2021 is going to be great for Jesé, and are confident that many more Pasitos kids will reach important milestones too, that were, unfortunately, put on hold last year.

 

If you want to enable kids like Jesé to reach those all-important milestones that many of us take for granted, then please consider giving to Children’s Shelter of Hope Foundation, marked “For Pasitos”. Thank you from the bottom of our hearts.”

 

The vaccination programme has only recently got off the ground. One of Chris’ neighbours, a 70-year old Chilean man, received a first dose a little more than a  week ago. A friend in Jacona, Michoacán (a yellow state) described the two days it took to receive the first dose of the Pfizer Biontech vaccine:

 

The church of San Martín and San Agustín, Jacona (founded 16th century)

“My wife and I received the first dose of the Pfizer Covid-19 vaccine a week ago Friday [26 February]. It occurred quite suddenly. We had to stand in line for most of the day on Thursday the 25th, under the hot sun and, of course, with a multitude unconcerned with maintaining 'sana distancia' [a healthy distance]. That ordeal allowed us to obtain 'fichas' [tickets] to return on the Friday for the 'jab'.

 

To our wonderment, the organization on Friday was marvellous, no lines, no waiting, just 4 filters: one's prior registration for the vaccine, review of ID papers, temperature check, blood pressure check, and on to the table for the shot. We were in and out in about 50 minutes, after the obligatory 30-min observation period. We had no ill effects to speak of. My wife had a sore arm and an episode of coughing later on Friday, I only had some minor arm pain. I was told by a friend that harsher reactions indicate the person had been in close contact to an infected person.

 

We are now waiting for the call to go for the second jab. That should be in 2-4 weeks. The program here was strictly for residents of the municipality of Jacona, so we weren't able to get the shots for Salud's [my friend’s wife] mother and uncle.

 

But the municipality of Zamora [the neighbouring, much larger municipality] began the registration process on Thursday past, and my sister-in-law was able to register the old folks (87, 84). We're now waiting for the call to take them in. According to reports, vaccines will be administered from Monday-Thursday. I don't know which vaccine they'll get. We were, by all reports, fortunate to get the Pfizer version. We do feel a little more protected, a little less anxious, but can't let the guard down yet.”

 

In Michoacán, the vaccine is administered by municipality, in Mexico City by delegaciones (boroughs) as a friend told me on 22 February. He and his wife are both retired:

 

“No, we have not been vaccinated yet. Mexico is getting started slowly as vaccines gradually begin to arrive. The Metropolitan area of Mexico City is being vaccinated by delegaciones beginning with elders 60 and over. Both Delia [his wife] and I are registered in a general database for the vaccine, and when they call for Tlalpan [his delegación], it will be our turn. They will come to the house to vaccinate Delia due to her heart attack, but I will have to go to a nearby school to receive the vaccine. It will probably, hopefully, be in March sometime.”

 

Palacio Municipal (town hall) Tlalpan

My friend added:

 

“I took Delia out for a drive yesterday, and was thinking about eating out. quite a few restaurants have terraces and others have set up tables in their parking lots or on the sidewalk, but everyone went out yesterday; just full of people everywhere; long lines waiting for tables, so we decided that if we’ve been inside for a year, we can certainly hold out another couple months.”

 

On the Pacific coast, around the border of the states of Nayarit and Jalisco where our son lives, life seems to have been more relaxed than in the capital for some time. As Chris mentioned in his report for the Foundation, the only restriction on restaurants is that they close earlier than is the norm. Many other activities take place that would prompt a police raid in the UK: dance classes, a temporary ice skating rink, birthday parties with “only” 15 people.

 

I hope for the sake of the hardworking and long-suffering people of Mexico that the vaccine programme soon brngs healt and economic benefits.