We can all relate to this story

May 4 2011

It is interesting how people manage to make things their own.
By this I mean that service clubs, which are all based on the same charter, perform the same rituals at their meetings and serve their communities, raising funds for similar charities, all differ considerably, depending upon where they are located.
This week we have been busy with presentations.
On Monday we travelled down the Princes Highway, through the ever expanding suburbs of Casey, onto the rolling green pastures of Drouin, Warragul and Trafalgar and took the road through Moe to the coal and electricity country town of Newborough. We were presenting a reading at a lunch time meeting of the Probus Club, at a gathering for the senior members of society. Most of our audience had lived in the town all of their lives and loved the place. Some people even came up to my husband to tell him that they remembered his dear old dad, who ran newspapers in the adjoining town of Trafalgar and in the now defunct town of Yallourn which succumbed to the Open Cut brown coal mine, and is no more. The Yallourn paper was aptly named the Live Wire.
The buzz in the room was good. These people had known each other for years and were completely comfortable in each other’s company. They came dressed for the coldish day and to enjoy the fish and chips followed by country fruit salad on offer for lunch. One old fellow couldn’t make the meeting because his wife was ill but nevertheless came into pick up their lunch. Everyone enjoyed the reading and most wanted more, as was attributed by the large number of books we signed and sold. There was much chatting because there were things to catch up on and so they lingered, enjoying each other’s company before they were off home to find a cosy corner to put their feet up and find out what happened.
On Tuesday we travelled a few kilometers down Beach Road to up-market Brighton, one of Melbourne’s wealthiest suburbs. Again the buzz was good, but most members were business people and so this was a rushed interlude between work and home. The talk was of commerce and trade because another group had joined them and there was information to be exchanged. Life in the city is more hectic and because the members came from a wider catchment area there was not as much personal information to be chewed over. They too were engrossed in the lives of Jennifer and Stuart Hoare and you could audibly hear the release of breath in the room when we read the last offering. We left them wanting more!
Two entirely different audiences:-one country working class folk and the other city professionals, but both were intrigued by the story. It is a story that crosses social divides. All marriages start out in love and hope and sometimes end in despair and hate across the social divide. Our story is universal and that is its appeal.