It is quite a while since I last attended a meeting of convenors - or, as we are now called “group leaders” - of the Worthing branch of the U3A (University of the Third Age.) I had completely forgotten that
these meetings almost always inspire me with a blog-worthy moment. Why have I left it so long?
My reason for returning to the fold, so to speak, was that it would
be the first of these meetings for my friend Sue, newly appointed joint leader (with Yours Truly) of the Singing for Pleasure Group. It seemed only fair that we should attend hand in hand, in a manner of speaking, in a gesture of solidarity. Besides, there
would surely be biscuits. Wouldn’t there?
Although we hadn’t gone so far as to synchronise our watches, we still managed to turn up at exactly the
same time outside the church hall venue. I hadn’t been exactly sure where I was going (nothing new there, did somebody say?) so I was surprised to discover that the church in question was one I have parked alongside on many occasions when attending the
weekly choir sessions.
We were also on a bit of a roll, Sue and I, having successfully organised yesterday a Bit of a Farewell for Myra, whose role as convenor
(group leader) we are taking on. Yes, we reckon it will take two of us to fill Myra’s worthy boots - but then why have one convenor (group leader), as I always say, when you could have two? I had composed one of my verses for choir members to sing to
Myra before we made our presentation. It wasn’t my best piece of doggerel but I was quite proud of finding a rhyme for “convenor” - as in: “With your friendly and chatty demeanour / you have been the perfect convenor.” Well, I
thought it was quite clever, though I say so myself as shouldn’t. It is probably true that it would have been easier to find a rhyme for “leader” but then there would be no challenge in that, now would there?
My Little Sister and I used to play a word game when we were young’uns which involved taking the first line of the two line verses beneath each picture in our Rupert Annual and making up our
own second line. It was one of our unspoken rules that we could never take the easy way out and finish the second line with something banal like “you see”, however tempting that might be. It occurs to me that it was the Rupert Annual on which I
learnt my trade as a Minor Uncelebrated Poet.
I expect a few of you - those of you, that is, who have it given it up as a bad job - are wondering about that Blog-worthy
moment I mentioned above? Well, as a bit of background you need to know that one of the first items on the meeting agenda was information on new groups. I was all ears, because as I may have told you before, I can’t believe there is anyone of a Certain
Age (like the Third Age. Obviously) who would be unable to find something of interest in our programme. Of a musical bent? Then there’s the orchestra, the ukulele group, the keyboard group - plus our Singing for Pleasure of course. There are discussion
groups, book groups, craft groups. You name it, there’s a group for it.
What I wasn’t expecting was that there is to be a new group established.
About dying. We were given to understand that lots of other local U3A groups have Dying Groups, it’s quite the fashion apparently. I couldn’t quite get my head round it on account of the fact that, after a member once suggested it would be good
if we could all be informed when one of our number died, so as to be able to express condolences or attend the funeral or simply reflect on a Life Well Lived, it was decreed that this would be too depressing, being a reminder of our own mortality.
Anyway, the Dying Group will cover issues like making a will, taking out Powers of Attorney, Funeral Plans and the like. The idea of inviting a Funeral Director to present
at a meeting has however been dismissed, presumably as being A Step Too Macabre. It will be very interesting to see the take-up of members for the new group though I won’t be joining it myself. I am far, far too busy at the moment, Living Life.
Dead right, I am.