The strangest thing happened yesterday. I could have sworn I was back in the 1950’s.
It was the monthly meeting following the Lady Niners golf. The secretary was on vacation and her substitute was running late, so I stepped in and ended up taking notes for the meeting. It was not a big deal, as I had been the secretary for another association in a previous life.
Pen in hand, I’m taking notes, settling back into the role of scribe and not actively participating in any discussion.
There was the usual business, along with an update from our Sunshine Chair.
One husband had died, two others were on the mend after some serious ailments, another struggling. Sympathies had been expressed from Sunshine and the members who knew the people involved. The chair shared an email of appreciation from the recently widowed member.
And then, we moved onto other items.
Way down on the agenda were the updates on upcoming invitationals, including one for a Twilight Tournament. Near Halloween. Expect some craziness. Sounds like fun.
Keep in mind, I’m new to all this and was more focused on capturing the discussion along with the correct names of members making comments.
Then it happened. Out of the blue, it happened.
One unmarried member asked for a women’s flight for the Twilight Tournament. Simple request.
Oh no. came the response from the back of the room. Couples. You can call the men from the men’s clubs and get one to partner with you.
And there it was, FLASHBACK: 1950.
All I could envision was the recently widowed woman, who actually came out and played that morning but thankfully did not stay for the meeting, being told, So sorry your husband’s dead, but you need to find a man in order to play in the woman’s tournament.
I’m not quite sure why a male appendage would be a requisite for a woman to participate in a ladies’ twilight tournament. Perhaps said appendage will save us from the deer that roam the course? Or, perhaps keep us from getting lost during the evening hours?
I can’t imagine a worst nightmare than calling down a list of the men’s golfers, most of whom I don’t know, and asking their spouses or significant others if I could borrow the resident male for an evening so that I could play in a ladies golf tournament.
I wonder if some of these women have actually look around the room. The single members, through death, divorce or personal preference, are growing. It’s a pretty sure bet, that before The Game is over, every woman in that room is going to end up alone or dead.
Most of the singletons aren’t actually seeking a partner at this point in life. From what I can tell, we all have full lives and rather like not having to share the remote.
Meanwhile, the discussion of the upcoming Twilight Tournament at next month’s meeting should be, ahem, interesting. I’m just happy that I won’t be taking notes so I can fully appreciate what is sure to be a colorful and lively discussion.