Catching up with the past.... Yesterday got an email from the Green Party secretary for the area, I had rejoined last year, basically to support them rather than get involved....It was a friendly email welcoming me and saying that there were regular monthly meetings at a pub in Malton.
It brought back a whole host of memories, I had been in at the beginning of the start of this party and watched it develop (not exactly to my liking). A name flashed through my mind - Derek Wall - I had met him as a youngster at one of my ex-husband's digs. Wall was extremely intelligent and very forceful and I was to meet this 'force' as he tried to wrangle leadership and his point of view against the other 'softer' greens. He was an out and out radical, and has written profusely since those days. He caused the red/green split in the party and it was this sense of war that put me off the G/P. Typically very socialist to a point that he slipped over to very extreme views, I remember him coming to a meeting with a few of his friends to dominate the voting of what was being expressed and I realised that politics is a dirty game;) I'm less naive and innocent now!
On all sides of friends, neighbours and bloggers I note the reservations when Corbyn is being proscribed as the next prime minister, and I also have my doubts, but the very heavy far left socialists are more worrying.
Watching this village I am aware that my views are not necessarily of those around me and the strands of bureaucracy that has to weave through elected committees is more of a hindrance than a way forward. Nothing can be done unless you physically do it. One member teaches us that when the cleaning of all the road signage was discussed, it was he that went out with bucket and cloth and did it. The debacle over slowing traffic through the village will never be resolved, the police are still promising to come with a camera, a good year since they promised that. We will probably never get a much needed pavement, so that people can walk safely from a small caravan site to the pub, and also for the children to stand waiting for their schoolbus.