Newsletter 20/06/2013

CLUB NEWSLETTER  

O       Catering is suspended for the time-being. As soon as “normal service” is resumed I’ll send out a separate message

O       Please save your 10p pieces to add to the fundraising pile in the club. This year we are again supporting the local cancer charity “Candles.”

O       If you know members who have email, please encourage them to sign up for the free Newsletter if they haven’t already done so. We have over 260 subscribers and there could be several more with broadband out of the total 350+ membership

Forthcoming events:      

Saturday 29th JuneMusic Evening is CANCELLED as the performer, Geoff Bridges, has been taken seriously ill. The July Music Night is as detailed below.

Thursday 4th July – Quiz, presented byTed Milnes. The “Lucky 6 Jackpot” stands at a stellar £210 ! But for each quiz from now on one envelope will be withdrawn. So, technically, it will become the “Lucky 5 Jackpot,” then the “Lucky 4 Jackpot” and so on until it’s won.

Saturday 31st July – “The Neil Diamond Experience.”

GUEST ALES   Draught Bass (abv 4.4), sponsored by Mike Wilson “London Pride” (4.1), sponsored by Keith Dolby and “Snecklifter” (5.1) sponsored by George Berzins. If you wish to sponsor an ale of your choice please talk to Laurence.

This week’s diatribe:

One evening a grandson was talking to his grandmother about current events.
The grandson asked his grandmother what she thought about the shootings at schools, the computer age, and just things in general.

The Grandmother replied, “Well, let me think a minute,
I was born before:  television, penicillin, polio immunisation, frozen foods, photocopiers, contact lenses, Frisbees and the pill.
There were no:  credit cards, laser beams or ball-point pens.
Man had not yet invented:  pantyhose, air conditioners, dishwashers, or clothes dryers and the clothes were hung out to dry in the fresh air and man hadn’t yet walked on the moon
Your Grandfather and I got married first, and then lived together. Every family had a father and a mother.

Until I was 25, I called every man older than me, “Sir.”

And after I turned 25, I still called policemen and every man with a title, “Sir.”

We were before gay-rights, computer-dating, dual careers, daycare centers, and group therapy.

Our lives were governed by the Ten Commandments, good judgment, and common sense.

We were taught to know the difference between right and wrong and to stand up and take responsibility for our actions.
Serving your country was a privilege; living in this country was a bigger privilege.

We thought fast food was what people ate during Lent.
Having a meaningful relationship meant getting along with your cousins.

Time-sharing meant time the family spent together in the evenings and weekends — not purchasing holiday homes.

We never heard of FM radios, tape decks, CD’s, electric typewriters, yogurt, or guys wearing earrings.

If you saw anything with ‘Made in Japan ‘ on it, it was junk.
Pizza Hut, McDonald’s, and instant coffee were unheard of.

And if you didn’t want to splurge, you could spend your sixpence on enough stamps to mail 1 letter and 2 postcards.

 In my day:
“grass” was mowed,
“coke” was a cold drink,
“pot” was something your mother cooked in and
“rock music” was your grandmother’s lullaby.
“Aids” were helpers in the Prime Minister’s office,
“chip” meant a piece of wood,
“hardware” was found in a hardware store and.
“software” wasn’t even a word.
We were the last generation to actually believe that a lady needed a husband to have a baby.

We volunteered to protect our precious country.

No wonder people call us “old and confused” and say there is a generation gap.

How old do you think I am?

This woman would be only 60 years old.
She would have been born in late 1952.

Ted Milnes
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