2004 CWF

50th Birthday Party for Glory

All "normal" CWF activities were put aside for the February meeting in order to celebrate a very special occasion - Glory Chizek's 50th birthday! Glory was "considerate" enough to have her birthday on the same day as our CWF meeting so we thought that was a great time to celebrate!
The Joy group celebrated Glory's big 5-0 with her in fine style. Since the 50th birthday is one's ticket into the ladies' group "The Red Hat Society", we made that our theme. Most everyone wore purple outfits with red hats (or lavender and pink as is proper for the younger set) and Barbara made a beautiful buffet of treats for us, all in purple and red! (We don't know if Glory intends to become an official member of the Red Hat Society but we thought it was a fun way to celebrate!) Everyone looked festive dressed in their purple and red.
The decorations and refreshments also followed the theme. The tables were decorated with confetti, red and purple balloons, candles and flowers. Judy Echenrode presented the "lesson" with many humorous antidotes and a recitation of the poem "When I am an old woman”.
We presented Glory with many birthday cards and a gardener's basket of goodies filled with purple flower seeds, bulbs, and other gardening items, complete with a darling purple flowering plant and a red geranium. We wish Glory a very happy 50th and lots of purple and red blooms this summer!
We had a lovely time and are considering starting our own "Red Hat Society" perhaps with Glory as our first QUEEN!

Congratulations Glory, we love you!

“When I am an Old Woman”

When I am an old woman, I shall wear purple
With a red hat that doesn’t
go and doesn’t suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and
summer gloves and satin sandals
and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
and run my stick on public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people’s gardens And learn to spit.
You can wear terrible shirts and grow fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We will have friends for dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little bit now?
So people who know me are not too shocked or surprised
When suddenly I am old and start to wear purple.