We had an oyster supper; the soup was made on an elongated heating stove with three good legs and a brick for the other, on the old stage platform of the old hall. The space was very small and three large ladies were on the soup-making committee. I trembled for the big kettle of soup, but nothing happened to it. The soup was very good, it must have been because we didn’t take ourselves too seriously, for the old hall was drafty, and the waiters had to carry the soup quite a ways, so it was not very hot delivered.
We have heard so much lately about charter members, and due honor has been given them, but I can’t help thinking about one of our members who served the club in every capacity with the exception of vice president. She, too, had to walk a long distance very often, and carry the biggest secretary’s book. I really don’t know why we had to have such a big book. In the many years she worked for the club, she was seldom absent. Mrs. Ethel Durgan Smith is a representative type of the Mothers Club member.
When speaking of the Mothers Club before a group of Vancouver women, one of them said, “Oh, the Mothers Club, I know of it — it was one of the bright spots of Aunt Jennie’s life.” And those who knew Mrs. Thompson think the club has justified its existence, if it had no other object, by making her last years a little happier.
We have often been accused of thinking too much about good dinners and good times, but we have done lots of work and were happy together, and when the World War came, we were already organized, and were ready for our Red Cross work, which was so creditably carried on under our able chairman, Mrs. Theresa Morgan.