It was a dark and rainy Harry Potter day as we straggled into Rotary this morning; the talk at the Scribe Table began by wondering whether it would be cheaper to buy our midnight copy of HP and the Deathly Hallows with the crowds at Books-A-Million or stealthily at Walmart. (The computer literati amongst you can magically download it via http://torrentfreak.com/harry-potter-and-the-deathly-hallows-leaked-to-bittorrent/ ).
When Past President Phil Shore arrived, shaking the rain off his pork-pie hat, the talk changed to The King and I, the cause of Phil’s new nearly-shaven ‘doo. Phil reports that Alan Pugh, starring as the King of Siam, is taking to the musical like he was born in a trunk. (That’s what type-casting will do for a role, I’d say!) Phil’s report about just HOW much Alan REALLY likes wearing the ear-rings and makeup prompted some at the table to suggest that maybe Alan’s next star turn could be the Edna Turnblatt role in Hairspray–
come on, Alan, if John Travolta can do it, you can!
Understandably, the talk immediately took a turn toward less disturbing visuals as the table began comparing notes on our Children in Foreign Countries. This topic was initiated by Kathy Homiller, home at last from several weeks in Vietnam, where she and Philip collected their new daughter Li-Li (meaning “Lotus Blossom”) . Kathy promises to bring her to Rotate as soon as Daddy will let loose of her. I allowed that I’ve heard from Roman by email or MySpace about twice a week from Orenburg, and I’ve phoned Russia at least once a week myself. He’s doing well, but spending a lot of time in summer school catching up on classes so he can rejoin his grade in September. And not to be out-done, John Revell revealed that his daughter Kate Mills and her husband and daughter have taken up residence in Allahabad (I think) India, where she is teaching in a Muslim school. Kate has a degree in Islamic Studies from Duke (mightily pleasing to PP Shore and PDG Allred, who voiced their unqualified approval), and PP Prithi will be happy to know vegetarian Kate says the food is great (John says that Kate is from the left-leaning side of his family; even the baby is named to honor President Carter!)
Lonesome-looking Prez HR eventually bonged and pledged us to order, and Tom White joined him onstage to lead the Four Way Test, with Bob Walker praying from stage right. Sergeant-at-Arms Rebecca Redding welcomed guests Kathy Clark, with Linda Cranford, and Davis Cranford,
son of Linda and Sam, with Sam. We were also privileged to have Tom Nickens, Ralph Hardison and Sheriff Maynard Reid making up from the Randolph Club.
HR bade us all sing Happy Birthday to honor newly-minted Nonagenarian Pat Kilpatrick (Note to Ed Clayton: that means someone whose age is in the 90s!) HR reminded us that Kate Bryan’s daughter would be on All My Children on ABC on next Friday August 3rd (add that to the News from Proud Parents, see above-). Owen George announced that it’s GSE Time Again– time to nominate team leaders and members for interviews, that is. Tim Albertson, leader of our team to Germany two years ago, is district GSE Coordinator. This year’s trip is once again to Taiwan (we’re bonding with them… they’ve put big bucks into that special scholarship that our club’s student is using). Contact Owen or see the District Website for more details.
Elizabeth Mitchell and Your Scribe were circulating the District Website email address print-out for corrections, so you can expect a timely Tar Wheel notice as soon as this is typed! And finally HR read us an excerpt from Red Underwood’s Tar Wheel of July 14, 1944, regarding Joel Whaley’s first day as Treasurer, and the general suspicion that new cars and a flood of products out of the Montgomery Ward catalog would soon be in evidence.
Today’s program was introduced by Tom White with the phrase, “Ladies, Take Your Position!” (Phil Shore, the only one at the Scribe Table whose mind is in need of laundering, muttered “Missionary, I’m sure! What a way to greet the church ladies, PS.)
The Grace Notes are a singing ensemble well-known around Asheboro, whether in churches or as part of the Asheboro Chorale or in other civic meetings. The group, done up in fire engine red shirts, consists of Bev Lawrence (in red stripes, maybe that makes her the Leader); Anne Shirk; Jeannie Swaney; and Kathy Shropshire. Kathy’s mother Kitty Upchurch provides their piano accompaniment. Bev is the office manager for a local recycling company and runs music and handbells both at Central Methodist and East Bend Methodist; Anne is the Randleman High School Chorale Director (we saw her and her people here last Christmas); Jeannie is a busy wife and mother; and Kathy works for the Randolph Cancer Center (more on that later).
Their first song was “Grandma’s Feather Bed,” which I remember Rose Patterson teaching us about 40 years ago, and I must admit that back then I had no idea what a phrase like (“a whole bolt of cloth for the tick” meant. As a textile historian, I’ve since figured it out.) Next was “St. Louis Blues,” then “Climbing Higher Mountains” (a duet between Jeannie and some gospel piano-playing). “The Midnight Cry” was next, and their last number was a patische of ’50’s Do-Wop ballads “Teenager in Love,” “Lollipop,” “Earth Angel,” and “Life Could Be A Dream.” Before they started they faked-out HR by laying their music books aside; then they set us all up with hand motions appropriate to each song: finger snap, wave, clap and champagne cork “pop”, all of which were used as needed. These ladies then showed that they had more energy than the rest of the club put together! Sha-Boom!
Any contributions made to honor the Grace Notes are donated to the Randolph Cancer Center, a program of Randolph Hospital. They help replenish the Patient Assistance Fund, originally started with a grant from the Hospital Foundation. The fund pays necessary expenses for any patient in need at the center, and all the money stays locally. For more information, see http://www.randolphhospital.org/svc_cancerCenter.htm .
President HR then doinked the meeting to a close. Really, he asked for a review. The collection of past presidents around the scribe table gave it a 4 on the 10 scale, at best. It’s all in the wris, HR- don’t worry if it sounds too loud to YOU- it’s half as loud by the time it gets to the first row. It’s not just me! The original Limp-Wristed Presidential Bell-Ringing Award was begun by Red Underwood back to when the mind of man runneth not.
