Origin of the Red Hat Society The Red Hat Society resulted from the giving a birthday gift. In November 1997, Sue Ellen Cooper, (Fullerton, California) presented her dear friend, Linda Murphy, with a red hat and a copy of the poem "Warning" by Jenny Joseph. The orginial intent was that Linda hang the hat on a hook next to the framed poem, as a decorative reminder to loosen up as she got older. The gift was a hit! Other friends of Sue Ellen expressed an interest in receiving the same gift as they reached their 50th birthdays. On April 25, 1998, dressed in purple and their red hats, the ladies went to a tea room. This was the beginning of our Red Hat Society. RED HAT SOCIETY MISSION STATEMENT "We are a global society of women approaching 50 or beyond that connects and supports women in their pursuit of Fun, Friendship, Freedom and Fulfillment. Fun...to celebrate life at every age.
Friendship...to solidify and expand the bonds of sisterhood.
Freedom...to discover and explore new interests. Fulfillment...to fully realize our personal potential. By maintaining a thriving social community. amd offering a variety of services and group experiences, the RHS encourages it members to get the most out of life." RED HAT PROMISE The Red Hat Society will open doors to a better tomorrow for women of all ages, adding Fun, Friendship, Freedom and Fulfillment to their lives. Each member can expect to be welcomed into our sisterhood and to be treated with diginity and respect. Together, we will extend the hand of friendship to women across the globe."
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Marie Carlson
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Humor and Such
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Who's the Boss
A man comes home late one night after spending the evening in the local pub. Anticipating trouble he puts his foot down as soon as he enters the house.
"Listen woman" he says "I am the boss of this house and from now on when I come home, no matter how late, I expect to find a hot supper on my table. After supper I expect a nice desert. Then, while I smoke a nice cigar you can draw my bath. And then, you know who will lay out my clothes?"
His wife looks at him for a very long moment and replies "Probably the undertaker."
Forgetter Be Forgotten,
My forgetter's getting better,
But my rememberer is broke
To you that may seem funny
But, to me, that is no joke
For when I'm 'here' I'm wondering
If I really should be 'there'
And, when I try to think it through,
I haven't got a prayer!
Oft times I walk into a room,
Say 'what am I here for?'
I wrack my brain, but all in vain!
A zero, is my score.
At times I put something away
Where it is safe, but, Gee!
The person it is safest from
Is, generally, me!
When shopping I may see someone,
Say 'Hi' and have a chat,
Then, when the person walks away
I ask myself, 'who the heck was that?
Yes, my forgetter's getting better
While my rememberer is broke,
And it's driving me plumb crazy
And that isn't any joke.
