We discovered a bottle of Mateus Rose in our cupboard, no idea where it came from but we do know it’s not the kind of wine that appreciates in value over the years so we drank it. They have such nice bottles which just cry out to be kept so I put it on the windowsill with some Ivy in it. Bingo! I had a flashback to the 1970s when just about everyone our age did the same thing when they left home and moved into their own space. Why Ivy? Well it’s tough and always seems to survive no matter how neglected it is.
This month’s topic for Times Past is “Clubs” you can check out the site here.
I’m a Baby Boomer, city of Adelaide, Australia
Our family wasn’t into joining clubs, in fact we didn’t socialize very much at all, family was the focus. I went to Sunday School…. regularly when it was almost annual Picnic time. Before I was even a teenager I’d become disillusioned with the church but I joined the Youth Group for the social interaction. The only thing I remember about that was going on “Progressive Dinners” which I thoroughly enjoyed. For anyone unfamiliar with them each course is held at a different person’s home. Sometimes we met up with the Youth Group from a neighbouring church and that’s how I found out about their Tennis Club.
I joined the Tennis Club, there was never any pressure to attend church. I loved participating in the matches and went to practice every week. I distinctly remember Saturday nights being dejected because it was a whole week before the next match. It was the only time I really socialized, I was very shy at school. I belonged to that club until I left home and the city.
When I was at College I joined the Travel Club and even became president or something and was responsible for organizing trips interstate. Meetings were held in the lead up to the trips. Like going to Sunday School belonging to the club was just a means to an end.
After I married and had children we joined the local Tennis Club and were active members for many years. We all made many friends there and enjoyed lots of social occasions. I eventually stopped going when I realized that on hot days I was so badly affected by the heat that I was a write-off for the rest of the weekend.
The only club I belong to now is a 4WD club which my husband and I joined so that we’d have the support of experienced members. Although we attend meetings and participate in some activities I wouldn’t describe myself as an enthusiastic member. We’ve made friends there and enjoyed camping trips away but in reality I think we’ve inherited the strong “family group” emphasis and we enjoy that more than membership of any clubs.