On the passing of Bob Hughes, playworker
In November last year, the playwork world lost another of its guiding lights. Bob Hughes died and I was honestly shocked when I heard the news, though I knew he’d been diagnosed with an illness that would, ultimately, end his life. I’ve been wondering what it is I could write (because I want to, because I must) to mark and honour his passing, these past few months since. It isn’t that there’s nothing that can be written about Bob: on the contrary, there’s so much, but what and how to write that, and how to do justice to the man? Some of us in playwork have talked online. How do we present an authentic and true reflection, how do we show the proper respect? It’s not that Bob was high and mighty (again, quite the opposite), and he wasn’t a ‘mate’, but he could easily have been this because he seemed to have time for everybody.
What shall follow won’t be constructed, well planned-out, though it is considered. It shall be a stream of consciousness because play’s like that. Bob thought and wrote about play and made many, many of us think. Not everything he wrote should be taken as ‘gospel’ (though I’m reminded here how some in the sector have jokingly, though with due reverence, referred to him as ‘St. Bob’ in times gone by!), but plenty of people seem to treat his words as incorrigible truth. I’ve heard it told that Bob lamented sometimes that his writing wasn’t taken issue with as much as he would have liked. That is a measure of the man. Another, with regards to my personal interactions with him, was his humility. Here was a man who had seen it, done it, written the book on it; yet, he would readily admit when he didn’t understand something, or when he thought his writing didn’t make sense.
He invited me to write a chapter for a book he and Fraser Brown were editing and there was no way I was going to turn that offer down. I had ideas on what to write and talked them through with Bob. He delved deeper with me on the subject of ‘myth’, which is part of where I was heading at one point. I subsequently decided I was barking up the wrong tree on that one, shelving some of that thinking process, not because Bob had taken umbrage with it at all but because I realised just how much sense he made and how much my ideas didn’t! That said, he also mentioned how I’d used a particular word in my writing which he’d never come across before (a word that I’d taken for granted that most people would know; I kept the word in). Some of my writing ended up as a bit of a jumble and I naively thought how the editor (Bob, for my work) would sort that out. Instead, Bob accepted everything I wrote. This isn’t a tale of thinking Bob slack: this is a tale of Bob trusting other writers. At the same time, he was writing a chapter of his own for the same publication and he sent me an early draft, asking me to tell him what made sense and what didn’t, so I told him what I thought. He thanked me for it.
When it’s too late to be able to take action because someone has left us, isn’t it always the way that we think we should like to have done something more or again with them? I should like to have talked more with Bob about his previous writing, of which there was plenty, but in particular (and in the spirit of honest feedback): Bob, why is the second part of Play Types: Speculations and Possibilities a bit of an exercise in taking it all a little further than it really needed to be?; Can we talk about a line that’s troubled me for a long time in Evolutionary Playwork where you write about small children (under fives) in violent interactions and how they should be ‘literally picked up and separated by, say, ten metres’?; I’ve got stacks of anecdotal ‘evidence’ to suggest I can comfortably contest the received wisdom, Bob, about ‘minimal interaction’-type thinking, and here’s a starting point to argue the toss over, if you’ll humour me (from First Claim), where you write, around the subject of adulteration, how ‘it is essential that any direct playful engagement [with children] . . . is kept to a minimum and even then it should be justifiable.’
That all said, as I’ve just flipped through some of Bob’s books to find these aspects above, seeing again all those dog-eared post-it notes stuck between the pages with my writing scrawled on them, there’s so much more of his writing and thinking that has influenced me than I appreciated. It’s stuck in the deeper regions of the brain, appropriately enough, given how he wrote and stimulated plenty on the subject of play and the brain. Here’s something that I’ve had with me for quite a while (from Evolutionary Playwork: ‘ . . . the biggest problem with the ‘zone of proximal development’ approach [Vygotsky: and others’ use of the term ‘scaffolding’] is that adult help will introduce ‘short-cuts’ . . .’ My notes simply state: ‘neurological short-cuts’. I think of this often when I’m tempted to (or actually do) find the end of the cellotape roll for a child who can’t or won’t do it for themselves.
In the same book, Bob also writes about his IMEE ‘protocol for reflective practice’, namely: thinking about what one’s Intuition, Memory from personal childhood, Experience as a playworker, and Evidence from the literature tell us in various playwork situations. I can’t say just how many times I’ve put this thinking into operation. Another of his models is his ‘Playwork Approaches’, also in this book, whereby he details a ‘cylindrical scale’ of interaction between playworker and child and I’ve been every one of these on this scale, though I know now where I settle most.
Bob wrote so much of interest to a playworker that I’m minded to read everything I have all over again. There’s bound to be more that can be gleaned now that I’m a little longer in the tooth than the first few times around the reading block, and the thing is, Bob talked the talk, but he also walked the walk when I was still a child myself, in nylon 1970s trousers!
I could write all day and evening, though I have to stop (or pause) somewhere, but it would be remiss of me not to mention, again, how he once told me (regarding his play types writing) how he wished he ‘hadn’t written the bloody things’; I’d like to note again how I once found myself, by chance, literally sat at the feet of Bob as he sat in a comfy chair at a conference and, grown adult and experienced playworker as I was, this was fine (though I’ll prostrate myself for no-one, sorry Bob, unless I’m cued in a play frame!); I’d like to relate, again, the story of how Bob came to visit us at the adventure playground in London, just to observe the goings-on of play, and I remember well how there was a water balloon fight going on and a child ran into the hall dripping and leaking his ammunition and I’m afraid I rather lost my cool with him, only to find Bob stood behind me: I was embarrassed and apologised profusely to him (Bob, not the child), but he just shrugged, saying, ‘It’s no problem, fella.’
Lastly then, for now at least, I’ve just come across another nod-worthy line in Evolutionary Playwork: ‘A recent [2012, 2nd Ed.] UK Central Government Strategic Document stated that from now on (because they were making funds available) children will be expected to treat one another with respect when they play. This is as biologically idiotic as it is politically attractive.’ This is my respect for you, because I want to give it.
References:
Hughes, B. (2001), The first claim. Play Wales: Cardiff.
Hughes, B. (2006), Play types speculations and possibilities. The London Centre for Playwork Education and Training: London.
Hughes, B. (2012), Evolutionary playwork. 2nd Ed. Abingdon: Routledge.