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Jim Morris, PSHE and puppets

Posted on | October 30, 2011 | No Comments

Jim Morris and his puppet-making cheered up what could otherwise have been an initially dispiriting trip to Aston Hall over half term.

My husband said, ‘Let’s go out and have a lovely lunch at Aston Hall, invite your sister and The Nephew and just have a nice afternoon’. Once there we discovered that only guided tours of the Hall were on offer that afternoon which upset the Other half. No Earl Grey and no de-caffeinated coffee, three sad-looking packs of sandwiches, none of which I wanted to eat, caused me to throw my toys out of the pram and stamp out of the cafe hoping to find more interesting food offerings in Aston. Ten minutes later, realising the folly of this endeavour, we slouched back to the Hall and decided to make the best of it.

We’d warned my sister that there didn’t seem much on offer but still she came and finding some stairs upstairs we discovered Jim Morris making monster masks with a group of very absorbed children.

The Nephew has definite ideas and soon knew what he wanted to do. The afternoon was quiet and ordered and each mask emerging had the stamp of experience regarding what makes a truly satisfying object to take away.

Jim, who describes himself as an Artworker, is familiar with many environments including schools, art galleries and museums and works with a wide range of clients, including people with disabilities. Of particular interest to me is the work around puppets and PSHE or PSHCE (not sure what the C stands for – ah, citizenship, I’m guessing) and it is this aspect of his work which is featured in School Select a magazine for schools in the Midlands. Though frankly it looks to me as though he could turn his hand to pretty much anything required.

The Nephew came away with a mask looking disconcertingly similar to his uncle and despite it being a blowy day on a good strong pole it stood up robustly to the elements.

So thanks, Jim. Absorbed enterainment meant the rest of us could look around Aston Hall which, in the event, turned out to be a treasure.

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