Where are they now?

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Sir, Go­ing through some old pa­pers re­cently, I came across a let­ter from Miss M Argo, head teacher of Brod­ick Pri­mary School at the time. That time was Thurs­day June 2, circa 1990 (there was no date on the let­ter). I had given a spin­ning demon­stra­tion and mini work­shop to her class, con­sist­ing of around 20 pupils, in the Ar­ran Her­itage Mu­seum where I was in­volved with the run­ning and dis­plays over sev­eral years be­tween 1985 and 1995. Ac­com­pa­ny­ing Miss Argo’s let­ter was one from each of the pupils, thank­ing me for my in­put. But, and this is the point, those pupils were con­tem­po­raries of my own chil­dren (who at­tended Pirn­mill School), and are now around 40 years old. Pre­sum­ably, many of those pupils will now have fam­i­lies of their own.

My chil­dren have gone on to fol­low ca­reers in car- ing for oth­ers quite in­de­pen­dently. Amy, the el­dest, co-or­di­nat­ing hous­ing re­quire­ments for those in need, Richard, now an aca­demic and ad­viser to var­i­ous agen­cies in­clud­ing the UN, spe­cial­is­ing in the re­ha­bil­i­ta­tion of ex-child com­bat­ants in for­mer war zones around the world, in­clud­ing some where con­flict is still on-go­ing, and David, my youngest, car­ing for chil­dren, ado­les­cents and adults with spe­cial needs and so­cial prob­lems.

David now works in Manch­ester; Amy is based in Cheshire and Richard in ru­ral France, but is of­ten out in the field – Nepal, Croa­tia and, on-go­ing, Kabul in Afghanistan. They do what I would find dif­fi­cult to do and I’m very proud of them.

For my part, I pre­fer to pass on en­thu­si­asm and what­ever knowl­edge I can to those who will ben­e­fit, thereby en­rich­ing their lives, my ex­pe­ri­ence and qual­i­fi­ca­tions in her­itage stud­ies en­abling me to do just that from my home in Oswestry, Shrop­shire.

As you can see from the above, my fam­ily and I have all moved on, but Ar­ran still plays a vi­tal part in our lives. Amy was mar­ried on Ar­ran and her old­est child is called Ar­ran.

David vis­its Ar­ran, keeps in touch with for­mer school friends and Richard like­wise. I have fond mem­o­ries of the peo­ple of Ar­ran for the most part, few bad ones. Ar­ran gave us a feel­ing of be­long­ing, a lo­cal iden­tity and a greater un-

der­stand­ing of other peo­ple’s needs. I won­der if the chil­dren, who en­joyed their day in the Ar­ran Her­itage Mu­seum all those years ago, have sim­i­lar feel­ings to us.

Do they still live in Ar­ran? How many have moved away? I feel there’s a dis­ser­ta­tion there for some­one, just how much in­flu­ence does liv­ing on an is­land like Ar­ran have over your out­look on life? Does it make you a greater lover of peace?

It’s with these thoughts in mind, par­tic­u­larly as the year draws to a close and a new one be­gins, that I ask again, “Ar­ran’s chil­dren. Where are they now?”

Let me wish all in Ar­ran of what­ever po­lit­i­cal per­sua­sion and faith, and those with none, like my­self, a peace­ful and happy new year to come.


Clive Bowd, Shrop­shire.

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