Sally Bavage writes:
The Shire Oak,
used in Headingley as an assembly place until it was brought down by gales
close to a century ago, was the name used for the assembly hall in the Heart
Centre in Headingley. We had gales too
this morning – gales of laughter as we gathered to celebrate the achievements
and advances of women.
The Headingley
Creative Writing Group gathered to share their prose, poems and
observations of the significance of March 8th, International
Women's Day since 1913. Barbara Lawton explored the history of the day
that has helped to make women's rights and issues become more prominent. A dedicated website was set up in 2001 to
publicise, promote and celebrate what is now a bank holiday in quite a few
countries around the world. Not in the
UK. Yet.
https://www.internationalwomensday.com/
Barbara's poem
about the Cradley Heath Chainmakers' strike of 1910 old of women working at
home with 'forges flaring in flimsy sheds behind their dirtyard homes.' Health and safety, eh? Still, the women beat the chain barons and
their victory continued the march towards equality.
Kaz Byrne's poem about sports day - yes, women do play – reminded me of the
recent video clip that went viral of a man explaining to a professional woman
golfer how to improve her stroke. Less
amusing is the news item today that women footballers suffer anterior cruciate
ligament injuries (dreadful, often career-ending) up to six times more
frequently than men and that the research into training techniques and boot
technology for women hasn't been done. Kaz also gave a simple rollcall of
famous influential women in so many fields of endeavour. Such a long list was heartening.
Eileen Neil's moving poem on My Grandmother's
Hands, which were 'small and square, skin threadbare, veins tracing her years'
were the symbol of her hard life in a tiny terrace house caring and catering
for her family, rubbing Stork margerine into her pastry. Now Eileen possesses those hands and wondered
what future she was rubbing with them.
Jackie
Parsons poem
Metamorphosis was a journey along a timeline.
Her second poem – Novelty or Freak Show – was a wry remembrance of her
audition for a (male) band as a base player.
In 1974 she was rather a novelty and she lost out in the final two as
she had 'no Fender base, no Y chromosome'. Later, playing in an all-women
progressive rock band Mother Superior, they wore too many clothes for a record
company to understand.
https://www.progarchives.com/artist.asp?id=7962
Our privileged
audience were then treated to songs from an all-women a capella group called Harissa
– yes, spicy and fiery when it comes to defining what women want and
deserve. But one refrain 'I will not
hate and I will not fear, In our darkest hour hope lingers here' summed up the
determination of women worldwide to taste progress and equality. Ain't No
Mountain High Enough and Fernando's Highway with new words were both inspiring
and joyful.
Bill
Fitzsimons first poem
referenced the book by Pat Barker, The Silence of the Girls. In itself a thought-provoking book, Bill's
writing took to task the one man in ten who taint the rest with their sexist
entitled behaviours whilst women feel silenced to complain. And his Hidden Figures noted that three
female mathematicians working for NASA in the 1960s were neither featured nor
acknowledged. Houston might have been
calling, but only for white-shirted white men.
He celebrated the work of Mary Jackson, Katherine Johnson and Dorothy
Vaughan whose computer prowess supported John Glenn and focused on the
safety of the mission.
Marie Paule
Sheard's Monsoon
Mirage was a poem of contrasts. Falling streams of monsoon rain create the
silver bars of a cage at the door beyond which a female servant may not
go. She looks out at the light dancing
on raindrops like diamonds she can never reach before the clouds return and she
returns to her work.
Linda
Marshall's poem told
us She Couldn't Cook, despite it being expected of every women. Her heroine
provided for her children with a balanced diet – bacon-flavoured crisps for
breakfast, cheese and onion flavour for lunch and the roast beef variety for
supper. She avoided the sweet desserts –
too unhealthy – and went for apple or beetroot crisps for a better diet. Her
children clamoured for real food that was crisp-flavoured.
Myrna Moore's Skin was 'Beautiful no more except
in the memory' as she reviewed the lives and deaths of Nicole Henry and Biba
Smallman, murdered and ignored then defiled.
'Was it your melamine skin?' Her second
poem was The Conversation, the words that deny recognition of children and
women as part of humanity. 'For a fairer
world shouldn't we all be feminists?'
Dru Long's writing Spoonfuls of Sugar had been
inspired by the statue of a man who had been involved in the slave trade. A child stolen, imprisoned, fitted with a
metal collar, abused, frightened by the 'Cold wind that makes the sharp canes
shiver.' Sugar in coffee, was it worth
it? Fitting that the news today
notes the Church of England has agreed to set up a £100 million fund to start to
redress the Archbishop of Canterbury's description of their 'moral sin' in
benefiting to the tune of billions from the slave trade.
Maria Sandle,
with ukelele and guitar, and Rob
Baker on the melodeon teamed up to present two numbers. Tear Down the Fences, music and lyrics
by Ola Belle Read, a feisty banjo-playing social reformer from the
Appalachians, wants to ...
'Tear down the
fences that fence us all in
Then we could
walk together again.'
Ola turned
down a lucrative radio contract because she disapproved of their ethics and was
devoted to advancing social justice and civil rights causes via her music.
Maria's own
words in praise of Skipper Dora (Dora Walker) were a delightful
celebration of the first woman skipper of a fishing boat on the North East
coast and she is now memorialised by a wire statue on the cliffs at Whitby.
First President of the Ladies Lifeboat Guild, the former WW1 nurse was a strong
woman trailblazer indeed.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dora_Walker
Malcolm
Henshall wrote a
bittersweet piece, Is Parking the Only Benefit?, on twins where one is born
disabled after a problem birth. One is
ordinary, one is special. The boy walks to school, his sister is taxied. The boy goes to university, his sister to a
'centre'. The boy will be cared for in old age by his children, his young
sister is cared for by old parents. The
boy looks to the future, his sister …?
Only a Woman
was a wry look at the failure of a male employee to grasp the woman he worked
with was his boss. His derisory comment
to her 'What would you know?' rebounded on him when she did know – all about sacking.
Jim Mallin wrote a sweet account of Greta
Thunberg and her fight for climate change action from such a young age. School striker to activist to international
acknowledgement as a voice to be listened to.
Te men need to listen!
Finally, the
group's former tutor, Liz McPherson, whose original work brought the
group together, read our final poem I'm Going In! Whoever cleans the bathroom – yes, normally a
women reader of Mrs Hinch - has to
tackle the scum in the bath, the gymsweat grease, the beard hair residue, with
fortitude and an array of fearsome chemicals.
A jolly jab at a task more usually done by long-suffering women. Things have to change.
Harissa closed the show with Girls Just Wanna
Have Fun. Hear hear!