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Bullying policies are at the sharp end of schooling in that they are there to deal with situations that essentially schools and parents would rather not think about. After all, who wouldn’t like to think of children as being essentially good but maybe needing a little guidance now and again?

With that in mind many of the solutions proposed are based around showing the bully that they’re wrong and talking them back onto the right path. These involve everything from the simple talking to the child through to revealing to them the effect on the feelings of their victim in various ways. Whilst talking does seem the best platform to start with, moving to having the victim reveal their feelings can give a committed bully more ammunition to use against their victim which obviously is less than ideal in the enclosed environment that is a school.

In fact the most effective method of dealing with them appears to be simply telling on the bullies. Thanks to the intimidation that bullies create this needs to go so far as to create a “telling school” whereby everyone feels empowered to tell the teachers about bullying activities. Thus, the victim can rely on someone other than themselves to tell about the bullying they’re subjected to. Downsides are that it could lead to a tell-tale culture if taken to extremes and takes some getting used to.

The other problem that bullying policies can run contrary to some other policies in the school. For instance, what would you do if you saw a child being pounded by another one (ie not a fight)? Most of us would attempt to stop it verbally but that doesn’t always work with a bully so might find themselves needing to pull a bully off a victim but child protection policies often have a “no touching of a child by an adult” clause, so what do you do? That “no touching” clause can sometimes be so strong that if one were to apply it to the letter one would have to allow the bullying to continue until the bully decided to stop. That might sound crazy but is exactly how it’s applied in the school our little guys go to.

You might think that sense would prevail but that “sense” should really be built-in to the policies. After all, if a child were to pull out a knife and start stabbing other kids it seems obvious that you’d intervene to stop them. Doing so is directly contrary to the school policy on child protection though so strictly speaking you’d be required to let the child carry on until they decided to stop. Isn’t that crazy?

The basic problem is that many of these policies are single level with no escalation mechanism built-in. That seems to be largely down to the feeling that policies need to be easy to understand plus parents simply don’t even want to think about the potential of what are essentially junior thugs and how they might need to be dealt with though some process of escalation. In effect, they create policies to deal with their own nice children and don’t allow for those that might not be quite so nice.

What’s really required is an integrated policy with escalation processes built-in that protects victims and potential victims.

All being well, we’re heading off to the maritime festival in Belfast shortly.

It’s one of the original festivals (which include the summer carnival and autumn film festival) that were started before we began to get large numbers of tourists. In fact, the last time we were there was just before the big jump in the number of tourists so it’ll be interesting to see how they cope (not well if last year was anything to go by!).

It’s one of the natural festivals for Belfast in that there’s quite a substantial history of things naval including, of course, the construction of the Titanic. Last time we were at it, the kids wouldn’t go on the baby Titanic that was there as they were sure it would sink! Worth pencilling in is the opening of the major Titanic exhibition in 2012 (the hundredth anniversary of the sailing).

Anyway, must tootle on as we’ve several other things to do today as well as the festival.

We’ve been meaning to take the kids to Streamvale Farm for a while now but in practice the first, and last, time we went was last week on a school trip.

The charge even for the school trip was £4.80 per child ie the full price. To be fair that did include a tour guide although I’m sure that any of us who’ve lived in the country for any period of time would have done at least as well; certainly, for me, she didn’t add any value so it was a full £4.80. That’s unless you count the “mid-morning break” as a discount but even then 10p worth of watery orange and a small biscuit is hardly the level of discount that a school would ordinarily expect for these things.

So what’s included in the tour? We began with a look at a non-working milking parlour with no practical demonstration and merely one photograph of what a cow getting milked looked like. Granted, dawn milkings aren’t conducive to school trips but I’m sure that they could have managed a video at least. It went downhill from there as we walked along the lane to the badger set with it’s very small sign marking the spot. Badgers are nocturnal so nothing to see there though a proper display would have been possible. From there it was on past the duck pond to the field with the deer which the children were allowed to feed through the fence (by far the high point of this part of the visit) before circling round to have that mid-morning break. The next stretch gave the kids a chance to feed some of the chickens and ducks although with no background explanations as to what they ate or whatever ie just a stop for amusement rather than education.

From there we were off past the couple of dogs in a pen to the “petting zoo” (for want of a better description). This should have been the highlight of the trip as there were getting on for a dozen different animals. However, in practice the only interaction with them was the guinea pig hastily handed around the kids (with no consideration for its welfare) and the goat roughly dragged from one child to another for a suck on a bottle. It could have been so much better and it was no surprise that the kids preferred the small playground inside the “zoo” which seemed to be there for no other reason than to create some interest for children.

We finished up the tour with a go at milking a dummy cow (which would have been better placed in the milking parlour) and a chance for a hurried feel of some chicks with the customary lack of consideration for their welfare.

With the tour over, it was time for lunch (not included in the price, of course) and then it was off to sample the playgrounds. The first one for us featured one of those zip slides that made no allowance for safety and I was amazed that one of the kids didn’t end up in hospital. That was the only feature as the other playground items were rather cheap productions (one of which states quite clearly that it is only for home use) and the positioning of the tyre swing far too close to one of the diggers is another accident waiting to happen. Finally, it was off to the second playground where there were loads of little tractors and trailers although the trailers couldn’t be used as none of the attachment pins was to be found and on the whole everything was rather run down.

None of the weekend rides were running which was odd as some of them sound like the kids would have loved them. They’re all at extra charge though, as is everything here.

Overall, very poor value and dangerous to boot.

As the school year ends, there are an increasing number of events that I’ve ended up taking part in which makes me look towards this time next year with some trepidation as we’ll have added another school into the mix by then.

Over the past week or so there’s been the trip to the new school with the class, then the evening session at the school that was mainly for the parents. The daytime trip ended up giving James something of a headache which kept him at home a couple of days thus eating up a little more of the week. Tuesday was the usual blur of activity. Then I was off to Streamvale Farm with John. That’s a place that we’ve been meaning to take the kids to for ages but, frankly, I’m glad that we didn’t waste the money on it as it’s very, very poor value and dangerous to boot, of which more anon. Finally, Friday saw the final trip to the physiotherapist for Mum through to the school BBQ.

Saturday isn’t much better, as usual, as we’ve Kumon in the morning followed by the football coaching in the afternoon with just an hour between them both. Having said that, it does seem more relaxed in that we go to the places and wait for the kids rather than doing the home and back trip each time as we always end up doing during the week.

Family history is something of an on and off hobby for me as it can sometimes be several years before more information becomes available.

In between times, it’s often worthwhile looking again at the information already to hand as there are often hidden gems amongst it. For example, the original family bible from William Stewart who was born way back on June 28th 1835 though it probably dates from September 6th 1858 when he married Eliza Dalrymple. He kept that up to date throughout his life as did his children although there are gaps both in later and earlier generations.

Those gaps can largely be filled in though. One very simple thing was realising that there was a very consistent habit of naming the first born boy and girl after the father and mother. Thus, when the “first” born wasn’t that meant that there was either a stillborn child or, more likely (because stillborn children didn’t get named), a child who died quite young. That such children existed has been confirmed in all cases where I’ve had later information about the family so, for example, the 1911 census confirmed several of these children in various branches of the family.

Other bits of information can sometimes need more thought. It was puzzling as to why David J Tannihill of Market Square Lisburn paid for the grave of my great grandfather Andrew. However, later on I found that when he died he was living in 155 Mayo Street, Belfast so if his family had bought the grave they’d have had to pay the non-resident rate for the grave. Who David Tannihill was remains, for the moment, a mystery as indeed does the reason why he wasn’t buried in Belfast instead.

I’ve suspected for a while that some of the location information I have for various people isn’t quite right as we tried to get some birth and marriage certificates where they were recorded as living at the time but found that the information just wasn’t there. So, the plan was to get the certificates from known locations and work backwards from there. That was a problem though as I didn’t know for sure where my grandfather was born. Or, rather, I didn’t realise that I really did know. That information came from his older sister Mary who died when she was 2 in Killymackel, Derriaghy (near Lisburn) of bronchitis. Thus I know that the family lived there in 1896 but in Mayo Street by 1906.

Interestingly, Derriaghy is where my Dad continued to go to the Masonic Lodge so presumably they would have some information about everyone from him back to my great grandfather and perhaps even the generation before that. Also, some years back I went round the nearby Presbyterian churchyard which seemed to have a number of Stewarts buried although at the time I hadn’t linked that with my lot (another visit is called for to recheck that information).

Finally, there’s my latest flash of inspiration. Whilst I’ve known for a while that my grandfather was in the first world war and that there should therefore be a service record for him, what didn’t occur to me is that there would be a corresponding service record from his time in the police so that’s something else to look into.