Julia Morgan's original drawings for our Clubhouse, Courtesy of Cal Poly Archives
 

President Jennifer Alderman - Monthly Message

  • November 14, 2016 1:12 PM | Linda Wilson (Administrator)

    The beginning of November brings the Holidays ever so much closer. We've just finished greeting goblins at our doors, when we begin to hear Christmas Carols in our markets and stores. Thanksgiving often marks the start of the holiday countdown, but for me it is a holiday filled with warm memories. Although our family table is not blessed with an abundance of Aunts, Uncles, Grandparents and Cousins, we still have a wonderful time gathering around to share a special meal.


    When I share family history or a family story with my children, I am often fortunate to be able to share an object, picture or scrapbook page with them as my family was one of savers. One summer as I was helping my Mother's sister close up her home for a move to Cape Cod, she handed me two more very large scrapbooks. Covered with dust and stored in an old plastic blanket bag, I decided to set them aside and continue with more urgent details.


    Later that September I caught a moment to return to the books and discovered wonderful treasures inside. They were from the 30's. There were paper art projects and drawings carefully crafted by children ages three and up. They were done by my Mother and her siblings and had been lovingly preserved in this set of scrapbooks by my Grandmother. One of them caught my eye. Faded from age was a paper chain. The links were stained with rust where they had been stapled and the tape had dried and yellowed, but inside a link was a message from the heart: "To mommy, this circle is my hands around you with a hug. love lizabeth".

     

    As I prepared for Thanksgiving that year, the children were impatient and wanted to know how long until Christmas. We had bought them each an Advent Calendar with hidden treasure behind each door, but it would be about a week until the first of December when they could open the first doors. I told them again how long it would be and returned to setting the table for Thanksgiving dinner. I was searching for my special napkin rings and my thoughts drifted back to the paper chain in those scrapbooks. I quickly got out my collection of construction paper and began to cut strips from the colored paper. Then I carefully wrote a message on four of the strips…..a message from my heart to my loved ones. I let them know why I was thankful they were a part of my life. I stapled each and took them back to the table and used them as napkin rings.


    When we sat down to enjoy our meal we began by reading the paper chains links. After the meal. I gave each of them an envelope with 30 more strips in it, one for each day until Christmas. They were to write on one strip each day…...something they were thankful for, something positive that happened that day, about a special friend, a happy thought, or something special about someone in our family. Each day we would staple them together, and by Christmas we had a beautiful paper chain to decorate our tree with. Christmas morning we sat together and enjoyed reading all the special messages on our paper chain. Most important we shared a wonderful memory with each other which continues, like a chain to link us together.


    Happy Thanksgiving to each of you and your special families,

    Cyndi

  • October 19, 2016 11:14 AM | Linda Wilson (Administrator)

    “Ev'ry heart beats true 'neath the Red, White, and Blue” - George Cohen


    In just about ten days we will be hosting our exciting Sip, Sample, and Sparkle event. The committee's celebration will delight us with the glamor of the 1920's and 30's, reminiscent of the times our club was founded and our Clubhouse constructed* In that day Calvin Coolidge was our 30th President serving from 1923-1929. He is described as a man of quiet humor and of few words. He chose them carefully and made them count, “Patriotism is easy to understand in America – it means looking out for yourself by looking out for your country.”


    This November our General Meeting falls the day before our National Election and only several days before Veteran's Day. In this Patriotic year we most certainly will turn those who came before us for inspiration. This month we celebrate A Patriotic Thanksgiving – A Salute and a Retirement. We will also thank those special community members who were so instrumental in helping us achieve our listing on the National Registry of Historic Places. Please come and join us as we raise our spirits, toast our history, and retire a symbol of our patriotism.


    I leave you now with Creed  - by Hal Borland 


    I am an American: That's the way we put it, simply, without any swagger, without any brag, in those four plain words.

    We speak them softly, just to ourselves.

    We roll them on the tongue, touching every syllable, getting the feel of them, the enduring flavor.

    We speak them humbly, thankfully, reverently: I am an American.

    They are more than words, really. They are the sum of the lives of a vast multitude of men and women and wide-eyed children.

    They are a manifesto to mankind; speak those four words anywhere in the world -- yes, anywhere -- and those who hear will recognize their meaning.

    They are a pledge. A pledge that stems from a document which says: "When in the course of human events," and goes on from there.

    A pledge to those who dreamed that dream before it was set to paper, to those who have lived it since, and died for it.

    Those words are a covenant with a great host of plain Americans, Americans who put their share of meaning into them.

    Listen, and you can hear the voices echoing through them, words that sprang white-hot from bloody lips, scornful lips, lips a tremble with human pity:

    "Don't give up the ship! Fight her till she dies... Damn the torpedoes! Go ahead! . . . Do you want to live forever? . . . Don't cheer, boys; the poor devils are dying."

    Laughing words, June-warm words, words cold as January ice:

    "Root, hog, or die. .. I've come from Alabama with my banjo. . . Pike's Peak or bust! . . . Busted, by God! . . . When you say that, smile.... Wait till you see the whites of their eyes.... With malice toward none, with charity for all, with firmness in the right.... I am not a Virginian, but an American."

    You can hear men in assembly summoned, there in Philadelphia, hear the scratch of their quills as they wrote words for the hour and produced a document for the ages.

    You can hear them demanding guarantees for which they suffered through the hell of war, hear a Yankee voice intoning the text of ten brief amendments.

    You can hear the slow cadences of a gaunt and weary man at Gettysburg, dedicating not a cemetery, but a nation.

    You can hear those echoes as you walk along the streets, hear them in the rumble of traffic; you can hear them as you stand at the lathe, in the roaring factory; hear them in the clack of train wheels, in the drumming throb of the air liner; hear them in the corn fields and in the big woods and in the mine pits and the oil fields.

    But they aren't words any longer; they're a way of life, a pattern of living.

    They're the dawn that brings another day in which to get on the job.

    They're the noon whistle, with a chance to get the kinks out of your back, to get a bowl of soup, a plate of beans, a cup of coffee into your belly.

    They're evening, with another day's work done; supper with the wife and kids; a movie, or the radio, or the newspaper or a magazine -- and no Gestapo snooping at the door and threatening to kick your teeth in.

    They are a pattern of life as lived by a free people, freedom that has its roots in rights and obligations:

    The right to go to a church with a cross or a star or a dome or a steeple, or not to go to any church at all; and the obligation to respect others in that same right.

    The right to harangue on a street corner, to hire a hall and shout your opinions till your tonsils are worn to a frazzle; and the obligation to curb your tongue now and then.

    The right to go to school, to learn a trade, to enter a profession, to earn an honest living; and the obligation to do an honest day's work.

    The right to put your side of the argument in the hands of a jury; and the obligation to abide by the laws that you and your delegates have written in the statute books.

    The right to choose who shall run our government for us, the right to a secret vote that counts just as much as the next fellow's in the final tally; and the obligation to use that right, and guard it and keep it clean.

    The right to hope, to dream, to pray; the obligation to serve.

    These are some of the meanings of those four words, meanings we don't often stop to tally up or even list.

    Only in the stillness of a moonless night, or in the quiet of a Sunday afternoon, or in the thin dawn of a new day, when our world is close about us, do they rise up in our memories and stir in our sentient hearts.

    Only then? That is not wholly so -- not today!

    For today we are drilling holes and driving rivets, shaping barrels and loading shells, fitting wings and welding hulls,

    And we are remembering Wake Island, and Bataan, and Corregidor, and Hong Kong and Singapore and Batavia;

    We are remembering Warsaw and Rotterdam and Rouen and Coventry.

    Remembering, and muttering with each rivet driven home: "There's another one for remembrance!"

    They're plain words, those four. Simple words.

    You could write them on your thumbnail, if you chose, Or you could sweep them all across the sky, horizon to horizon.

    You could grave them on stone, you could carve them on the mountain ranges.

    You could sing them, to the tune of "Yankee Doodle."

    But you needn't. You needn't do any of those things, For those words are graven in the hearts of 130,000,00 people, they are familiar to 130,000,000 tongues, every sound and every syllable.

    But when we speak them we speak them softly, proudly, gratefully:

    I am an American.


    (published September 1942 Saturday Evening Post)


    An American Author and Journalist, Hal Borland was born at the turn of the last Century,

    May 14, 1900. He grew up in Colorado, and graduated from the Columbia School of Journalism in 1923. After serving in the Naval Reserve he worked in the publishing industry. From 1937 – 1943 he was a staff writer for the New York Times, as both a reporter and journalist. He had his own literary career and is best known for his vivid descriptions of local cultural color throughout various geographic locals. He wove rich visual images with the use of native dialects. He is frequently remembered for his novel: When Legends Die, set in the south western United States. Borland died in February 1978. 


    * The Monday Club - formed in 1924, Incorporated in 1930.

    The Clubhouse constructed 1933-34 and dedicated May 11, 1934

  • September 15, 2016 3:17 PM | Linda Wilson (Administrator)

    When we are asked, “What inspires you?”, the response most often will be “Nature.” Although seeming somewhat of a cliche, for me Mother Nature is always a very honest inspiration. Looking around the Central Coast in the fall we see the many colors of harvest and the animals preparing for winter. We also find ourselves slipping into our comfortable routines of back to school, holiday baking, planning traditional gatherings with family and friends, and maybe adding an extra blanket to our beds. Nature has her routines as well. In the fall, where I live, we may catch a glimpse of geese overhead early in the morning.


    With the start of our new club year this month, I find myself most inspired by our membership. I am inspired when I look at our creative and hard working members as they prepare to bring a classy spirit and elegant polish to our upcoming Sip and Sample annual event. It will truly bring added sparkle to this gem of Julia's. As all the elements are coming together, I am reminded of a beautiful story shared by a friend many years ago. I would like to pass it along.


          When you see geese flying overhead in a “V” formation you may be interested in knowing what scientists have discovered about why they fly that way. It had been learned that as each bird flaps its wing, it creates an uplift for the bird immediately following.

          By flying in the “V” formation, the whole flock adds at least 71% greater flying range than if the bird flew on its own…...People who share a common direction and sense of community can get where they are going quicker and easier because they are traveling on the thrust of one another.

          Whenever a goose falls out of formation, it suddenly feels the drag and resistance of trying to go it alone and quickly gets back into formation to take advantage of the lifting power of the bird immediately in front….If we have as much sense as a goose, we will stay in formation with those who are headed the same way we are going.

          When the lead goose gets tired, he rotates back in the formation and another goose flies the point…...It pays to take turns doing hard jobs – with people or with geese flying north.

    The geese honk from behind to encourage those up front to keep up their speed….We need to be careful what we say when we honk from behind.

          Finally when a goose get sick, or injured and falls out, two geese fall out of formation and follow him down to help and protect him. They stay with him until he is either able to fly or until he is dead, and then they launch out on their own or with another formation to catch up with their group….


    If we have the sense of a goose we will stand by each other like that.

    You all inspire me,

    Cyndi

  • August 14, 2016 8:44 PM | Linda Wilson (Administrator)

    How quickly fall is upon us. A summer of joy, friendship, and business filled the warm days of your hard working Board of Directors. Your TMCC docents continued to take time each Monday to be at our beloved building and bring it alive for visitors and community members. The Committee Chairs also were busy planning events and programs to make your upcoming experiences at TMC valuable and enjoyable. I have been so touched and impressed by all the gracious women in our club who give so much of their time to achieve our mission and help maintain the historical building that we love and cherish.


    With Gratitude and Grace…...Inspire, be present, listen and contribute. These are the words I hope you will bring with you as we join together for a new year at The Monday Club. May these words echo within the walls of our Julia Morgan gem. Gratitude for those who have come before us. Grace in our manners and as we go about our custodial duties for our structure. As we move forward to protect and preserve our building, and serve our community, let us do so with inspiration. Finally, be present when you listen to those around you and as you consider how you will contribute this year.


    So welcome back to each of you as we approach this year with a renewed spirit of Gratitude and Grace. I look forward to your involvement with the club and will enjoy seeing each of you in September. 

    Joyfully, Cyndi

  • February 16, 2016 11:28 AM | Linda Wilson (Administrator)

    This message has been circulated and once I read it, I thought of all of my different friends at The Monday Club.  Thank you to Leslie Gottesman and Lisa Guy for sharing it with me. Now, I would like to share it with all of you.


    Why do I have a variety of friends who are all so different in character?

    How is it possible that I can get along with them all? I think that each one helps to bring out a “different" part of me.


    With one of them I am polite. With another I joke - with another I can be a bit naughty! I can sit down and talk about serious matters with one. With another I laugh a lot. I listen to one friend’s problems. Then, I listen to one friend’s advice for me.


    My friends are like a jigsaw puzzle.  When completed they form a treasure box.  A treasure of friends! They are all my friends who understand me better than I understand myself. They are friends who support me through good days and bad.


    Real Age doctors tell us that friends are good for our health. Dr. Oz calls them Vitamin F (for Friends) and counts the belief of friends as essential to our well being. Research shows that people in strong social circles have less risk of depression and terminal strokes. If you enjoy Vitamin F constantly you can be up to 30 years younger than your real age! The warmth of friendship stops stress and even in our most intense moments, it decreases the chance of cardiac arrest, or stroke by 50%. I am so happy that I have a stock of Vitamin F!


    In summary, it is important to value our friends and keep in touch with them. We try to see the funny side of things and laugh together and send healing thoughts for each other in tough moments.


    Some of my friends are friends on-line. I know I am one of their friends because their names appear on my computer screen often. I feel blessed that they care as much for me as I do for them. Thank each one of you for being one of my Vitamins!


    Here’s to our good health and our friendships!

  • December 17, 2015 11:45 AM | Linda Wilson (Administrator)

    Here it is.  The answer to the question of what on Earth does “Auld Lang Syne” actually mean?


    The confusion over the song is almost as much of a tradition as the song itself. The title of the Scottish tune translates to “times gone by” and is about remembering friends from the past and not letting them be forgotten.


    Despite the strong association with New Year’s Eve, it was never the intent of the writer Robert Burns, in 1700, for it to be a holiday song.  Guy Lombardo is responsible for bringing the song into the popular mainstream in 1929.  His band used it as a bridge between two live radio programs at the Roosevelt Hotel in New York.  It was just a coincidence that they played Auld Lang Syne just after the clock struck midnight and a New Year’s tradition was born!


    A schoolyard interpretation instructs us similarly to, “Make new friends, but keep the old.  One is silver and the other is gold.” So as we approach another new year remember the wealth that we all have in each other. We continue to make new friends and new memories, but never forget the value of a dear, old friendships.


    Wishing you peace, joy, good fortune, and good health.


    Happy New Year, my friends!

  • November 24, 2015 10:01 AM | Linda Wilson (Administrator)

    As we approach Thanksgiving, we are starting a five-week period called “the holidays”.  We’re supposed to look forward to the holidays and hope that they will be a time of happiness, friendliness and harmony. However, often times our anticipation and excitement turns into feelings of depression, commonly called holiday blues. Symptoms can include headaches, insomnia, uneasiness, anxiety, sadness, intestinal problems, and unnecessary conflict with family and friends.


    Part of what happens, in terms of mood and anxiety, may occur because of the stressfulness of the season.  Overeating, overdrinking, and fatigue may also play a role.  The demands of the season are many: shopping, cooking, travel, houseguests, family reunions, parties, more shopping and financial burden.


    Here are some tools to help get through the holiday season happily, as well as ways to prevent problems and misery for yourself and your loved ones.

    1. Be reasonable with your schedule.  Don’t overbook yourself into a state of exhaustion.
    2. Decide upon your priorities and stick to them.  Organize your time.
    3. Remember that no matter what our plans, the holidays do not automatically take away feelings of sadness, frustration, anger and fear.
    4. Be careful about resentments related to holidays past.  Declare amnesty with a friend or family member you are holding a grudge for.  Do not feel it is helpful to tell that person every resentment on your laundry list of grievances. Don’t let that person do that to you, either.
    5. Don’t expect the holidays to be as they were when you were a child.  They NEVER are. You are not the same person you were as a child and no one else in the family is either.
    6. Feeling at loose ends?  Like you are under-scheduled or under-planned for the Holidays?  Volunteer to serve holiday dinner at a homeless shelter.  Work with a number of groups that help underprivileged or hospitalized children at the holidays. There are many opportunities for doing community service.  No one can be depressed when they are giving of themselves.
    7. Plan unstructured, low-cost fun holiday activities; window-shop and look at decorations.  Look at people’s Christmas lights on their homes.
    8. If you enjoy a cocktail, don’t let the holidays become a reason for over-indulging.  This will exacerbate feelings of anxiety and depression.
    9. Give yourself a break; create time for yourself to do the things YOU love and need to do for your physical and mental wellness.  Exercise, yoga, massage, spiritual practices, taking long fast walks of any activity that calms you down and gives you a better perspective on what is important in your life.
    10. Most of all, if you find yourself feeling blue remember:  The choice is always yours. The sky is partly sunny, and the glass is half full and revel in our gratitude for our bounty, health, hope, and our courage to face each day with that hope and determination.
  • October 15, 2015 11:32 AM | Linda Wilson (Administrator)

    Do you realize that the only time in our lives when we like to get old is when we are kids?  If you are less than 10 years old, you’re so excited about aging that you think in fractions.  “How old are you?”  “I’m 4 and a half!”  You are 4 and a half, GOING on 5.  That’s the key!


    You GET into your teens and now they can’t hold you back.  You jump to the next number, or even a few ahead.  “How old are you?”  “I’m gonna be 16!” You could be 13, but you’re gonna be 16.  And then, the greatest day of your life…you BECOME 21.  Even the words sound like a ceremony.  


    You BECOME 21…YESSSSSSSS!


    But then, you TURN 30.  Oooohhh, what happened there?  Makes you sound like bad milk!  He TURNED; we had to throw him out.  There’s no fun now, you’re just a sour-dumpling.  What’s wrong?  What’s changed?


    You BECOME 21, you TURN 30, then you’re PUSHING 40…Whoa! Put on the breaks, it’s all slipping away!  Before you know it, you REACHED 50 And you believe your dreams are gone.  


    But wait!!!  You MAKE IT to 60.  You didn’t think you would! 

    So, you BECOME 21, 

    TURN 30, 

    PUSH 40,

    REACH 50 

    And MAKE IT to 60.

    You’ve built up so much speed that you HIT 70!  After that it’s a day-by-day thing; you HIT Saturday, October 17, 2015!


    You GET into your 80’s and everyday is a complete cycle; you HIT lunch; you TURN 4:30; you REACH bedtime.  And it doesn’t end there.  Onto the 90’s you start going backwards; “I was just 92!”


    Then, a strange thing happens.  If you make it over 100, you become a little kid again!  “I’m 100 and a half!”  May you all make it to a healthy 100 and a half!

    How to stay young:

    1. Throw away the nonessential numbers.  This includes age, weight, height Let the doctors worry about them.  That’s what you pay ‘them’ for.
    2. Keep only cheerful friends.  The grouches bring you down.
    3. Keep Learning.  Learn more about the computer, crafts, gardening, whatever…Never let the brain become idle,  ‘An idle mind is the devil’s workshop.’  And the devil’s name is Dementia.
    4. Enjoy the simple things.
    5. Laugh often, long and loud.  Laugh until you gasp for a breath.
    6. The tears happen.  Endure, grieve, and then move on.  The only person who will be with us our entire lives is ourselves.  Be ALIVE while you are living.
    7. Surround yourself with what you love, whether it is family, pets, keepsakes, music, plants, hobbies, whatever.  Your home is your refuge.
    8. Cherish your health.  If it is good, preserve it.  If it is unstable, improve it.  If it’s beyond what you can improve, get help.
    9. Don’t take GUILT TRIPS.  Take a trip to the mall, even to the next County; go to a foreign country but NOT to where the guilt is.
    10. Tell the people that you love them, at every opportunity.


    AND ALWAYS REMEMBER: Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.


    Very Special Thanks to George Carlin


  • September 22, 2015 11:09 AM | Linda Wilson (Administrator)

    A Collect for Clubwomen

         by Mary Stewart

            April 1904


    Keep us, O God, from pettiness;

    Let us be large in thought, in word, in deed.

    Let us be done with fault-finding

    And leave off self-seeking.

    May we put away all pretense

    And meet each other face-to-face,

    Without self-pity and without prejudice.


    May we never be hasty in judgement

    And always be generous.

    Let us take time for all things;

    Make us to grow calm, serene, gentle.

    Teach us to put into action our better impulses,

    Straightforward and unafraid.

    Grant that we may realize

    It is the little things that create differences,

    That in the big things of life we are one.

    And may we strive to touch and to know

    The great common human heart of us all.

    And, O Lord God, let us forget not to be kind.


    Courtesy of Estero Women’s Club, Morro Bay

  • August 26, 2015 1:29 PM | Linda Wilson (Administrator)

    I hope this will be “our year” to learn more about our fellow Club members.  We are spending an increasing amount of time working together on our common goal; preserving our beloved, historic Club building.  So, it is important that we try to get to know each other better.


    Cooperation is key in any type of endeavor.  If we don’t work together, things simply won’t get done.  Most of us know that we should and could communicate better.  Not surprisingly, we usually stop to think about this following some sort of conflict that we dissect only to realize that if our communication had been better the conflict could have been averted.  A disagreement is the last thing any of us want or need!


    So, we should work on what we say and how we say it.  This is a great first step, but there’s more involved which is equally important.  The other half of better communication is listening. 


    There is a lot of information about becoming a better listener.  When we listen for our own purposes, we forfeit the opportunity to understand the other person.  When someone else is speaking, let them speak.  Inquire, ask, seek and listen.  By truly listening, we can build better, stronger, long-lasting relationships because we have a better understanding of those around us.


    What else can we do?  

    • Learn the art of small talk.  Start with a simple hello and ask about their weekend (or the weather…Ha!)
    • Take time to learn about the other member’s life and interests: family, hobbies, favorite vacation spot?  You may be surprised to find you share many things in common.
    • Avoid gossip and negativity.  It’s easy to get caught up.  Try your best to dissociate yourself from what can easily turn into a toxic situation.
    • Above all, try to maintain an atmosphere of politeness, respect, and geniality.  Play your part towards creating a great environment, with a strong team ethos.  Engage in conversation and listen to the suggestions and thoughts of others.

    I look forward to our 2015 – 2016 Club Year and getting to know each one of you better!

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