I have been
enjoying my return to Armidale, although the internet is still not functioning
properly. That’s not the NBN’s fault, just problems with my ISP.
Apart from the
increase in my standard of living (my rent has dropped $215 per week for a much
better house compared the increasingly grungy two bedroom semi), I’m enjoying
the reduced travel time.
In Sydney it
took me two way travel time of an hour thirty to go to the State Library which
made it a significant excursion. Here things are much closer.
One day last
week I drove into town for coffee then went to the industrial area to buy some
wood. I have a wood stove and while I haven’t used it a lot (it’s been warm) I
have really enjoyed it. From the hardware store I drove to the Family History
Centre to pay my subscription and to do a quick scan of their collection. I
also answered some queries from family researchers who called in. From there I
popped over to the Heritage Centre and Regional Archives to talk to archivist
Bill Oates about a possible UNESCO listing for some of the material. I then
went to Coles to buy a few things for the house and then home. All this took
two hours thirty.
I have also
enjoyed doing some things that I used to do, but which were more difficult in
Sydney.
Tuesday evening I went to the Armidale & District
Historical Society meeting to hear Bill Crocker talk on “Working on the
railroad; memories of a young teacher.” Having finished Teachers’ College, the 19 year
old Bill’s first posting in 1947 was to the provisional school at Kinalung, a
small railway settlement near Broken Hill on the line between Menindee and
Broken Hill. There were two gangs there, each responsible for maintaining a
portion of the line. Their children plus a few from neighboring properties who came
in by horseback provided the pupils.
Bill is a
skilled raconteur, telling a string of stories that brought railway life in
that small community and in Broken Hill and Menindee vividly alive. I was going
to take notes, I wish I had, but the bloody pen ran out as soon as Bill started
talking. Looking later, I found one nice story on Kinalung and school, if
earlier than Bill’s time. I also found that Kinalung was probably a composite
element in Tiboonda, a small town that appears in Kenneth Cook’s 1961 novel, Wake in Fright. I filed some thoughts
away for later reference.
Friday I went
to a humanities seminar at the University presented by Professor Graham Maddox,
“Rome as a model of Republican Liberty?” Graham focused on the constitutional views
of Philip Pettit and Quentin Skinner including their views on liberty. Both claim
linkages back to republican Rome. There were, he suggested inconsistencies within
their views and between their views and the realities of Roman history and
political and constitutional expression.
This one
stretched me because while I have a reasonable knowledge of Roman history, I
lacked the background knowledge on certain political theories. That, of course,
was partly why I went, to expand my own knowledge.
As Graham
talked about their views, I was struck by the similarities between those views
and some of the libertarian views I have seen expounded. I had also noticed a
tendency among some libertarians to hark back to Ancient Rome. I also started
seeing similarities between the arguments and those set out by Ayn Rand in Atlas Shrugged. In the end, I asked a
question about possible linkages. This was so badly worded (I was trying to
articulate a very ill-formed impression) that it left both Graham and I
confused!
Dissatisfied, I
came home, did some quick research and put the results in the form of a draft
email to Graham. I may or may not send this, I don’t want to bother him, but it
has given me a possible post as well.
The next day,
Saturday, I went to the official opening of Boobooks’ new sci-fi, fantasy room.
They had all dressed up in costumes and had prepared a cake. They also
announced new writing prizes to go to younger writers (school age, up to 28) in
the New England North West area.
You can see
that I am having quite a social time, if one that fits within my particular
intellectual interests. In so doing, I have met or re-met quite a few people. At
the end of three weeks, I seem to have slotted right back in even though it is
23 years since we moved to Sydney.
One thing I
really like is the availability of resource material linked to my particular
interests. I still have my State Library reader’s card which gives me on-line
access. I am a member of both the City and University libraries which have some
particular collections that I am interested in. I also have access to the big
collection at the heritage centre including state records and the smaller
collections at the history and family history societies.
So many of the
references and the source material I am interested in are not available on-line.
I have already found much that I had not seen, that compliments my own
collection.
On the negative
side, one thing I have noticed is the aging of Armidale combined with an
increase in poverty. This is partially a matter of demographics linked to
structural and cultural change.
The city grew
very rapidly during the fifties, sixties and seventies. Local school numbers
exploded with the influx of new families. Then came the changes associated with
the Dawkins education reforms, changes that in combination with centralisation of
service delivery cost the city a thousand jobs in a short period. Growth went
into reverse. The city hollowed out as families left.
Those in
permanent positions appointed during the growth phase who have strong
connections with the city have now entered retirement. They were replaced to
some degree by new arrivals, although these are much more mobile with changes
in tenure. The city has attracted retirees (retirement homes are a growth
business) and also people with disabilities or on low incomes attracted by
services and the relative availability of social housing.
These changes
are very visible in the street or in the shopping centres. In Sydney I lived in
Daceyville with its aging social housing and retirement populations. Here I
have seen more disability chairs, more walkers, in a morning than I saw in
Daceyville/Kingsford in a week or even a month.
The effect is just
as pronounced in my areas of interest such as history. I find that I know all
those interested, the most active. Most were history staff at UNE or the
Armidale College of Advanced Education when I was a post grad student in 1981
or 82. Then there were more Australianists than the total number of history
staff at UNE today. The Australian history postgrad students from Litt B up
outnumber the total number of history postgrads today.
Armidale is
growing again. The population has finally passed the previous peak set during
the eighties. There is a vibrant cultural life, a proliferation of writers,
artists, of small publishing or production houses. There are new start-ups once
more. Interestingly, and this is just a perception, the growth is more city,
less university focused than in the past.
I suspect that
this growth has come just in time to save the place from a severe shock.