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

President Jennifer Alderman - Monthly Message

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  • September 16, 2017 4:05 PM | Jennifer Alderman (Administrator)

    Dear Members,


    Our Monday Club membership is now 107 women strong.We are an accomplished, diverse and award-winning group that includes an architect, attorney, caterer, doctor, floral designers, food and lifestyle blogger, landscape designer, nurses, psychiatrists, psychologist, realtors, retirees, small (and large) business owners, stay-at-home moms, teachers, volunteers and a wine industry professional. Plus more!


    We have been making great things happen for 92 years. An example that comes to mind is of one of our stay-at-home Moms, whose achievements as a volunteer included producing a long-running Summer School program that had been established in 1978 after Proposition 13 abruptly ended the district-run program. This entailed administering a $250,000 budget for a six-week, 800-student, 1st - 8th grade inclusive program. 


    There are many other stories of success and accomplishment, but we don't know them all. If you know of a member whose talents or abilities should be shared in an upcoming newsletter, please let me know. And, be sure to read the "Member in the News" section of the Newsletter where this month you will learn more about one member's passion for plein air oil painting. 


    In appreciation, 

    Jennifer Alderman



  • August 25, 2017 1:49 PM | Linda Wilson (Administrator)

    Dear Members,

    I hope you have all had a wonderful summer. With September comes the first General Meeting of the 2017-2018 Monday Club year. The Board and I look forward to seeing everyone on Monday, September 11. 


    As excited as I am about the new Club year, I am sorry to report that the two old incense cedar trees that flank the walk to the Monterey Street entrance of The Monday Club are dying and must be removed. In the original Julia Morgan rendering there are no large trees shown in front of our building. The trees are thought to have been planted around the time building construction was completed in 1934 and are on the City of San Luis Obispo Master Tree List, along with two other incense cedars (closer to the building) that are, fortunately, still healthy and not slated for removal.

     

    Librocedrus decurrens the Incense Cedar tree, is native to the Sierra Nevadas in California. In that cooler environment, with more rainfall, the trees are long-lived - often in excess of 500 years. However, in drier, warmer San Luis Obispo the life expectancy is closer to 80-100 years.


    While it will be sad to see our old friends go, one positive thing to look forward to is that our beautiful building will no longer be partially hidden and will once again take center stage.


    Speaking of the stage, please don’t miss The Monday Clubhouse Conservancy production of ‘Becoming Julia Morgan’ an award-winning play of the architect’s life by playwright Belinda Taylor on October 6, 7 and 8 at The Monday Club.


    In appreciation,

    Jennifer Alderman, President

  • June 14, 2017 3:14 PM | Linda Wilson (Administrator)

    The Monday Club is small but mighty! Since being formed in 1925, we have contributed to the betterment of the San Luis Obispo community in a myriad of ways. We can all take pride in our outreach programs, which have grown with us throughout our 92 years, and in our role as stewards of our historic building. Currently the Club, in conjunction with the newly-formed Monday Clubhouse Conservancy, funds awards in music and the arts to high school students, supports the Women's Shelter with non-cash and cash donations, and participates in the national Raising A Reader program, supplying both volunteers and monetary assistance. More information on our Club's rich history and volunteer efforts may be found in your yearbook and on the website.


    The Board of Directors, along with the Chair and Event Coordinators, are busy working on the general meeting programs, yearbook and fundraisers for the 2017-2018 Club year. We are excited about the programs and events that are being planned and look forward to sharing more about them in the August newsletter as well as in the new yearbook which will be completed in time for distribution at the September general meeting. 


    In closing, it is an honor and a privilege to serve as the 69th President of The Monday Club of San Luis Obispo. I became a member in 2010 shortly after moving to San Luis Obispo from New York City. Being new in town, my membership in the Monday Club quickly made me feel part of the community and I have forged strong friendships here.  I am confident that in our shared commitment to community service, we will always meet with purpose on common ground.  I look forward to working with you in the year ahead. Please free to contact me with your questions or concerns or just to say hello at aldermanja@gmail.com or by phone at:  646-515-1504.


    In appreciation, 


    Jennifer Alderman, President


  • April 12, 2017 11:06 AM | Linda Wilson (Administrator)

    With the “passing of the gavel”, comes the close of the year. We should feel it was a truly successful year. I know I will look back with memories and take away many special gifts from the membership of our club.


    As we express gratitude, as we listen and contribute, remember we are all connected, we do have so much to learn from each other. My theme for the year has come full circle  – contribute, and you did! I saw so many wonderful friends and members commit and contribute to our projects and special events to make The Monday Club shine and stand out in our community.


    Ralph Waldo Emerson said, “Our chief want in life is someone who will make us do what we can.” Your Board of Directors certainly did that for me. What sets this Board apart has been their unwavering standards for success. They continue to move TMC forward. They showed thoughtfulness in areas of membership, fund raising, leadership in their roles, creativity, passion for our building through maintenance and care, and personal growth in relationships with each other and members of your club. They are all models for success. Their friendship has been a motivating factor through out my presidency.


    As I close my year I want to use two of the most powerful words I know. Two simple words. To those who have stepped up and served this year and to those members I have had the chance to get to know better, THANK YOU. They are simple but contain the power to express everything.


    To each and every member and especially to those special people within our organization who have so graciously and competently fulfilled their jobs. To each of you my heartfelt thanks for a job well done.


    My best, 

    Cyndi


  • March 15, 2017 9:51 AM | Linda Wilson (Administrator)

    As we dry out, spring breezes bring the smell of wild flowers, fresh green grasses, mowed hay fields, tilled rich soil, and bud break and blossoms on fruit trees and vines. Spring is a good motivator!


    Spring Forward….catching up for the hour lost

    Spring Cleaning…..tidying a drawer, a closet, a file or two

    Spring Outside…..hike, enjoy your yard, get out and about

    Spring Forth….our planted bulbs begin to show their color


    Spring into Action.


    After the March General Meeting several members approached Board members to have us consider sponsoring young people in response to the passionate PACE program. Earlier in September I posed a question: "Could you recite our mission statement?" It appears on our monthly slides each meeting. Could you do it right now?


    Your program committee under the direction of the First Vice President does a wonderful job of bringing programs to us that cover a broad variety of thoughtful, emotional, informative, and educational topics. This year, as stated, the goal was to expose our members to programs and ideas outside of TMC which might inspire their hearts to participate with and/or support a variety of philanthropic organizations. Thus far, we have had the privilege of hearing program speakers, representatives, and founders of organizations that do INSPIRE us to take action.


    But understand that the membership as well as the Board of Directors are charged with our mission statement: "To enhance the educational, civic, social and cultural quality of the San Luis Obispo community." Let us not forget to step up and help to this end FIRST as a Club. Yes, there are other ways we can contribute and should do so if the desire is strong. But I challenge you to remember why you are a member. Dig into the history of our club and it's list of accomplishments. You will be recharged and inspired.


    Both the TMC and TMCC mission statements reflect our goals well. They are a covenant with the public’s trust, and our promise of the work we do for this community. The mission statements help us focus and be clear about our work to achieve the goals we have set. They set parameters to help us not undermine our impact. For TMC, that impact is the enrichment of the community of San Luis Obispo. It is wonderful to hear from many of you who may be inspired to reach out to our speakers on your own. We would love to hear from you, if you are willing to share your participation with us in the future.


    For a moment, ponder and remember why you are a member. We are stewards of this building. We are the reflections of those who made strides before us. We will make that community difference they sought to achieve. Spring into Action – Volunteer – Make TMC matter – Say Yes to TMC. 


    A thought for you:     

    Coming together is a Beginning.

    Keeping together is Progress.

    Working together is Success.

     - - Henry Ford- -    


  • February 14, 2017 11:18 AM | Linda Wilson (Administrator)

    TMC…...Brewed with Tradition, Kindness, and Love

    I'm sitting over a cup of tea, having just come back from dropping my granddaughter back home. She had spent the night and we had time together making applesauce.

    The tea is too hot, yet it warms my hands, and its fragrance coaxes my soul. It's my favorite blend and can soothe and comfort me. I slowly stir in a teaspoon of honey, and keep stirring until it is all blended in. I study the roses and ivy that entwine on the saucer and smile as my thoughts drift...


    This is TMC. Like my favorite cup, it's on the shelf for a while, then we take it down, admire it and fill it to the brim with love, caring, leadership and kindness while sharing creative thoughts and goals. When we fill the cup as we plan, share, or start a project there are times when we don't see eye to eye and things can heat up. But what warmth we feel when we put ourselves aside and let the steam carry us past our concerns and guide us back to our concerns for others. We must remember to pour slowly, and listen so it will not crack. When we do it right we seem to have just the right blend. Let our friendships and thoughts of our beautiful community and our remarkable building sweeten the cup as we stir them in.


    ...It's cooled off now and I will drink and enjoy one sip at a time.

  • January 17, 2017 11:09 AM | Linda Wilson (Administrator)

    Heartstrings


    Down come the Valentine boxes. I was getting them down for my granddaughter so she could dive into the supplies and create those spectacular Valentines for her friends and family – little did I know I was really opening the box for me. I balanced them on the floor near the closet, as I jumped off the step stool. I fully intended to let them sit unopened for a while, since I had more important daily chores to attend to. As I straddled the boxes, and closed the closet door, my heel caught the lid of one, and the top slid off.


    The phone was ringing it its usual tone of urgency, the family parrot was squawking needing attention, it was starting to rain once again, and I still wasn't dressed for the appointment I had schedule so early. I let the phone go and bent down instead to tug at a ribbon that had been caught for sometime in the lid of the box. At the end of the simple satin white ribbon was a ceramic heart. It looked very much like a glazed gingerbread cookie with white frosting. On the back were the initials "AAR" carved into the back. I had added the year with a permanent marker - 1986. Again the phone….I let it go and began to read the handmade Valentines that had been mixed lovingly together in layers and stored over the years. My lashes were soon moist as I would open each one and let the words and drawings tug at my heartstrings.


    We have to make room for memories, learn to discipline ourselves to put aside the urgent in favor of the truly important. We used to ties strings around our fingers to remember things, why not make bows from the memories that tug at our heartstrings. Each time you read, see, or hear something that tugs at your heartstrings grab onto the ends, tie them in a bow and wrap a special memory for your heart. It would be your own Valentine, a love letter to open again and again.


    To get you started close your eyes and remember how you feel every time we come together as a club to support the young preschoolers through Raising a Reader. Picture the women who are uplifted after finding a safe place with support at the Women's Shelter Program. Reflect on the docent tour you had a chance to give to a couple who returned 17 years after their marriage here to share the clubhouse and beautiful grounds with their children. Remember when you were moved to be able to hear the talent of the young musicians or talk to one of the young artists who's smiles shone on our stage as we were able in some small way to encourage and support their futures with our Fine Arts Awards.


    As I went out the door for the appointment I tied the satin ribbon and ceramic heart around my neck. I smiled as I secured the bow and added it to my special heartstring memories of a special gift hand made by my daughter, the loving mother of my granddaughter.

  • December 15, 2016 6:31 PM | Linda Wilson (Administrator)

    As This Year Passes


    Were you captivated, inspired, encircled by the spirit of the holidays? How our Monday Clubhouse beamed with the holiday spirit last meeting! Thank you to all of you who spend hours lovingly preparing for the elegant Holiday Boutique. It was a beautiful reflection to the public of who we are. The youth choirs lifted us as their carols filled our rafters, voices of the young people who will guide our future. Your generous hearts filled Santa's bag with hope for the Women's Shelter.


    Now another year passes.


    Ahead I see many moments of friendship, ongoing sharing as working hands come together on our committees, pausing a moment with friends and family over a cup of tea, greeting new members over a glass of wine, and supporting our community youth as they advance their skills in the arts. 


    For now a Holiday Wish List for You:


    Invitations

    Cherished Moments

    Relations and Family

    Sharing

    Traditions Celebrated

    Kindness of Deed

    Joys of Giving

    Dreams and Adoration

    Wrapping and Baking

    Songs and Laughter

    Love and Hugs

    Delight and Embrace

    Caring 

    Surprise

    Reflections of Love


    And may your holidays burn brightly, and the traditions you keep be close to your heart and fill you and yours with special memories…..

    Happy Holidays - see you all as we begin our New Year!


  • 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

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