delicious thoughts for March 14th from 08:10 to 08:10:
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This is my son, Matthew’s, band recorded in a live session on Breakthrough Radio in Norwich.
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My young grandson has gone home with him mum and dad today. He is such an inquisitive boy – there’s something he wants to explore at every turn. I felt it my grandfatherly duty to introduce him to the National Railway Museum whilst he was here in York.
Surely every small boy has a right to be shown the giant iron machines that used to haul our trains around the country in the days of steam. One day he may become a Friend of the National Railway Museum like his grandad!
According to one caller to Victoria Derbyshire’s phone in on BBC 5 Live this morning, deaf people become so frustrated with their deafness that they may try to commit suicide. He was argueing against the campaign of a deaf couple featured in The Observer this Sunday. Garfield and Lichy say the Embryology and Human Fertilisation Bill would prevent them from having a deaf baby by IVF. Their first child, conceived naturally, was born without hearing.
This couple want a deaf child. Should we try to stop them? | Science | The Observer
We celebrated when we found out about Mollys deafness, says Lichy. Being deaf is not about being disabled, or medically incomplete – its about being part of a linguistic minority. Were proud, not of the medical aspect of deafness, but of the language we use and the community we live in.
The problem with the callers’ argument is that if we stop the birth of babies with any kind of disability we devalue all people with disabilities. Their frustration of course is often caused by those who don’t or can’t be bothered to understand how to communicate with them.
In many ways the the problem afflicts everyone. How many times have you been frustrated because someone else didn’t take the time to understand what you were trying to say. Deaf people simply help us realise how poor we are at communicating. Perhaps it’s a British thing and explains why we shout in English at people who don’t speak our language thinking that somehow it’s their problem and volume will penetrate their stupidity. It’s not communication, it’s ignorant and patronising. Perhaps a little like the fine detail of the bill currently going through parliament.
My little brother Mark was born in Lincoln in 1961 – that’s before we’d even heard of The Beatles. I can remember having to sit in the car outside St Giles Hospital while Dad went to visit Mum and the new baby. He was ages. It was dark. We got bored.
Forty seven years later I’ve forgotten to send Mark a card. I thought about it when I was on the train home from London last night – briefly. I mentally logged that I should buy a card. My memory was jogged this morning by his Facebook status. Sorry Mark – a Facebook Wall note, blog entry and quip about late cards don’t really make up for forgetting. But then it’s not the first time. My two sisters usually suffer the same fete. So while I remember Happy Birthday – past present and future – to all my siblings.