Ever Been to A DAR meeting?

So, anyone ever been to a DAR meeting? What do they do there? Is it just tea and snobbery? Old ladies and scones? I’m curious. I could join them, but I’m not sure I’m that curious.

Oh, c’mon- nobody?

I went to a DAR graduation once: my husband and later his siblings attended the Kate Duncan Smith DAR High School in Grant, Alabama, which is an odd sort of semi-public school that was founded by and (I believe) recieves some support from the Alabama DAR. The only thing that was notable about the graduation I saw (my husband’s younger brother’s) was that all the DAR bigwigs–state and (I think) national officers–were up on the stage and that they were ALL introduced as “Mrs. Joe Smith” or “Ms. Tom Brown”–which I had never seen done in a non-ironic sense before.

I have been curious for a long time as well … but always assumed it wouldn’t be too different from the Mayflower Society. Their meetings seemed to be “tea and snobbery” but then again I was just a little kid when my parents took me to one …

I’ve been to several…as punishment for winning the essay contest they sponsor for 5th through 8th graders. Between my siblings and I, I think we went 3 or 4 times.

It was basically a bunch of older women meeting in an old building serving cookies and punch to some children and their families remarking how bright and talented said children are. Imagine a room full of your grandmothers. They also gave us flags that had flown over the Capitol building, which was kinda cool. They tend to be a patriotic bunch, and I imagine, skew right.

Sorry to dissapoint, but there were no magic incantations or ritual sacrafice, but they may save that for the private meetings in sort of a granny’s gone wild party.

I’m a HODAR (Husband Of) and have attended the annual shindigs that they hold to kick off/wrap up the year.

It’s an association that is ageing out, in the last few years there’s been an infusion of young blood, but the average age in a DAR meeting is half-past-dead.

The annual shindig is a pretty cool gathering, and I think the DAR can easily get pigeonholed as a political-right-wing-old-money club. That’s unfortunate as the people I’ve met follow a WIDE range of beliefs and socio-economic backgrounds.

As an ‘outsider’, I’ve witnessed a dedication to preserving history, helping the underpriveleged receive education, and generally making the world a better place. (Things like making sure historically signifcant structures are preserved and maintained, etc.) In short, I’ve seen a quality of person there that I’m glad exists.

Is there politics? Yeah. Bout like a Church group, Car Club, Elks Lodge, or Goth clique.

I was given some award or plaque by the DAR during high school. To be honest, I have no recollection of why that would be.

They were very pleasant. Er, there were no tea and cookies. But there was punch. There were cookies. But no tea. I feel a little deprived now.

I haven’t formally attended a meeting, but I’ve catered one. Does that count?

Actually, my grandmother’s a member, and wants me to join, but I don’t think I’m quite, um, marinated enough to attend these meetings. As others have intimated, the small-town chapter I’m familiar with is made up of older, right-skewing women who are pretty hepped up about preserving history. Admirable, but I have a hard time with the notion that only those with the “proper ancestry” are qualified for membership. Eh, maybe I’m too liberal for my ancestry.

BTW, though: It’s not all about the tea and scones around here. According to my records, the menu I catered included homemade bread with spinach dip, wee pimiento cheese sandwiches, cucumber sandwiches, chicken cordon bleu appetizers, pecan tassies, cookies, iced tea, and punch. (I brought supplies to spike my own punch, in case that became necessary while dealing with the Little Old Ladies Who Lunch, but they were perfectly pleasant – no alcohol required.) Maybe you should scope out the chapter you want to join based on their food offerings?

My late aunt pushed her daughter, granddaughter, and me into it. (She was terminally ill at the time and we didn’t think we could say “no.”) We put up with it for a while after her passing and then quit. I don’t have any recollection of the refreshments. I do recall these ladies being incredibly proud of themselves for having been descended from soldiers or whatever. They said the patriotism ran in their genes or something.

I wasn’t buying it.

Two postscripts:

jsgoddess, I think you just attended the wrong meeting. Notice (iced) tea and cookies on my menu! Let that be a lesson to you: Always win awards from groups that care about food! (Seriously, though. I remember all too many awards from civic groups in junior high and high school. The menu always included chicken, green beans, dried-out rolls, and iced tea. Sheesh! Somebody get a flipping caterer! On the bright side, though, Mrs. Emma Kelly, of the book/movie “Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil” fame, played at every single one of those civic meetings. Good times, good times! Rotary Club meetings were especially fun, since we teenagers got to join in the stupidest sing-a-longs ever: Viva la Rotary, indeed!)

Postscript the second: I don’t want to imply that I’m so unprofessional that I’d consider drinking while carrying out a catering job. I took a bit of license at the previously-mentioned DAR meeting for one reason and one reason only: I did the job at cost for my grandmother, whose turn it was to host the meeting and provide food. Grandmother is notoriously critical, difficult, intimidating, and large. Some days, drinking is the only way to deal with her without tears. Fortunately, she was happy with my catering job.

Heh. I’m debating going out of sheer curiousity and the irony factor. Being a socialist former-punk ;j , I’m sure I’ll fit in smashingly.

I will, however, have appropriate manners- my mother forced me to go to an all-girl’s all-white finishing camp in the deep south for 3 years. I can do that proper deep courtsey and fold a fan nicely and lots of other fancy-pants stuff.

Dude…that should be illegal. I hope you mean that you went 3 times in 3 years, not that mama sent you away for 3 years. There was no fan folding when I went, but IIRC, it was President’s Day…in Ohio…in a one-room schoolhouse that was about a million years old.

Not that they would ever even let me in, but I don’t think the whole my daddy’s daddy’s daddy was 'mportant is very popular in my age group. I predict that ‘societies’ like DAR will dissapate in the next few decades, which is sorta sad.

Hey, don’t make me giggle this early. I haven’t had my caffeine yet.