Dear Friends of the Good Old Days,
I was 10 years old and I was excited -- I was finally allowed to stya home and hang around when it was my mom's turn to host "Club." I was insatiably curious about what went on in Club. Now, at last, was my chance to find out. I was the oldest daughter, and if I promised to behave, I could hover in the background while the women met and did whatever they did. I could hardly wait, and I volunteered to help my mom with anything and everything to prepare.
The women arrived smartly attired in skirts, dresses or pantsuits, brandishing pocketbooks the size of small suitcases and chatting cheerfully. They settled in on the sofa and chairs in our harvest gold living room, the latecomers forced to sit on metal card-table chairs squeezed in between the furniture.
I could tell these were longtime friends -- the 12 of them conversed easily together and knew many details of one another's lives. They had been meeting since the 1950s as newlyweds and inexperienced homemakers and first-time moms.
I helped my mom get out the special, "Club only" luncheon plates -- the oval glass ones with matching coffee cups that she received as a wedding gift in 1953. I loved those plates, the chicken salad and croissants (two things that were never served at our kitchen table) looked so fancy on the glass. Then I took my place on the landing of our stairway and watched, And listened. And learned.
This type of "women's group" was commonplace in the Good Old Days, as the stories in this issue reveal. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I did. In fact, I may just go find some glass luncheon plates and serve up some chicken salad while I read them again.
'Til next time,
Mary Beth Weisenburger, Editor
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Mary Beth Weisenburger has been with Annie's since April 2011. She has 25 years of experience in the marketing, advertising and publishing fields. In addition to her job as editor of Good Old Days, she has been writing a family humor column for over a decade. She and her husband, two college-age kids, two dogs and various other critters live on five acres in the country, where she enjoys reading on the back porch, refinishing furniture, feeding the birds and digging in the dirt of her perennial gardens.