Saturday, July 8, 2023

SMALLTOWN CLUBS

    HOME DEMONSTRATION CLUB, 1950S


There’s an enormous Masonic Lodge down the street from us---a two-story brick with its own big parking lot and dedicated brick sign with all the movable letters behind glass, announcing Stated Meetings and Thirty-Third Degrees and the quarterly Fish Fry, along with an annual Christmas season Breakfast with the Elves.

 

Eastern Star activities are set out as well, with Visiting Exalted Matrons leading the charge.   This building of the formal announcements and the permanent marquee tent out to the side like a Flea Market shelter are strange to me, in a Northern-City sort of way that I’ve never encountered in the South.  All our Masons in the South seemed to have their meetings up flights of stairs over side-street stores, with a small stairway painted a bashful white and disappearing into the dim reaches above.  (A weekend in Ann Arbor to visit Fairy Doors did reveal one person-sized door almost hidden between buildings, with the discreet “Masonic Lodge” and an arrow on a small sign pointing UP, so I suppose the Masons might have more magic beneath those aprons than most---maybe its their medieval, mystical origins).  But those little southern stairways we dared not climb DID seem to be entrances to a curving cave full of  secrets.  

 

And Secrets there were, I suppose, and though Daddy was Grand Master for quite some time, my own curiosity regarding those adult arcanities was as faint as my interest in the guy-stuff sold by the local Western Auto or Feed & Seed.  I did notice the avid interest of several local wives and Mamas in what they perceived to be a great Mystical Enigma Not For Them---they asked unanswered questions of their husbands; they snooped into pockets, and they discussed things and theories with fellow out-of-the-loop spouses whose curiosity and persuasion could not sway their tight-lipped mates, either.  

 

Every tee-ninecy town in our area seemed to have a Lions' Club---loud and proud and no secrets there---and a Shriners and Elks and Garden Club and Civic Club---each still as active in a sort of lecture circuit as in the 1890s when there was no TV.   Most towns boasted a Home Demonstration Club (with its own County Home Economist, in charge of keeping up and helping with and giving out brochures for daily chores and health needs and how-to-launder things, and specialized in the distribution of delicate mimeographed pages of recipes stapled inside pastel construction paper for holidays).   Ours was Miss Drane; she was a delicate, slender shirtwaist-dress woman of lovely manners and immaculate coiffure and still single, probably into her thirties, which bewildered us girls who were taking four years of Home Ec and attending our weekly FHA meetings about, you know, HOMEMAKING, with the expectation and hope of having a husband With Whom To.    We thought of a lot of things in capitals, I remember. 

 

What clubs or organizations, past or present, does your town or area have? Which ones do you wish were still around?

 

5 comments:

  1. I am Nonie from noniesparadise https://noniesparadise.blogspot.com/2023/06/things-dont-just-happen.html

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    1. Nonie, it was so lovely to see that you'd looked in! And I was captivated your Paradise---I THINK I joined, but we'll see if I did it right. Have a glorious July day and weekend---my Therm says 78, and outside has golden beams down through all that GREEN and the air feels like gentle water on your skin. I'll look forward to visits from your house to mine!

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  2. You DO UNDERSTAND that you were BORN to write!!???--- right? Somehow weave and string all these amazing and UNIQUE characters together into some kind of an overall story-- their threads into one big quilt..... or--- do a each character stand -alone chapter type book---- which would still be amazing and so readable! Maybe bring all the characters together at the end for a big wedding or picnic or something? The stories you write of gardens and porches and churches and kitchens of a bygone Era are fascinating ---they bring such sweet memories

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  3. That was me--- debbisfrontporch-- not anonymous!! Lol

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  4. Hey, my Carolina Friend!! What an absolutely charming and complimentary note this morning! Just like your sweet self to be so encouraging---I woke up today with a whole new little bit about Miss Mavis Meeker---the "nosy" one who loves to eavesdrop on other people's business. I love my little characters, every one, with all their small happenings and thoughts and place in things. I try to make them interesting, but every plot in history is already taken---especially those of a small town, and when I get past describing the folks, I just let them sit there, think there will be a catalyst, a little disruption, not quite a Hal Carter, but SOMETHING out of the ordinary to talk about.

    My overflow of adjectives and adverbs overwhelms the verbs, every time. "Go" and "Do" and "Learn" seem to have stepped off the bus back with Dick and Jane, and only flowers and feathers remain.

    Now, See---you can take a Sunday Stroll and grab us from the first dusty road to the final clangkkk of an ornate gate, and we'll be so eager for the trip to go on and on. But a person can just stay interested in Sissy Covington's wardrobe or house just so long. Now, with Third Cup, I'm headed off to see if Miss Mavis can stir up a little frou-fraw at the Methodist Women's Christmas in July meeting.

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