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  • Writer's pictureKelly Marks


Groucho Marx said, “I refuse to join any club that would have me as a member.“ It’s not the normal way we think of belonging, but the Marx Brothers would bypass normal with a lot of their antics. 

Melinda and I were roommates in college, and we were friends with the gals next door.  They begged us to join their sorority, so “we could say HI to people at parties.”

Melinda and I were in agreement that that was not who we were, and I remember many conversations to the effect that we felt pretty confident that we could not only go to parties but we would have no problems speaking to people there even without being a sorority sister. We had no interest in belonging.

There is one club that I now proudly belong to, and while I don’t have the qualifications to be on the board, I am a member. The club may not have an official title but it’s women who show up and get things done.  My first introduction to this club was during the first Girl Scout meeting where I was leader.

I was actually supposed to be the assistant leader, but the real leader quit before our first meeting. Definitely not a member of the club.  I may still harbor a little bitterness regarding that.

About six or seven kindergarten aged girls arrived on a Friday evening only to find out that the building was locked, and we didn’t have access. Since we were going to have to be outdoors, we knew we wouldn’t have enough light to do our project. I don’t know what those moms expected to be doing during our meeting time, but when it got complicated, they spun into action. Cars and minivans were driven across grass and parked so that all headlights were aimed at the little girls' work areas. Moms rolled up their sleeves and got to work.  They scoured backseats and trunks for paper towels, trash bags, and any other supplies that were needed; they set pretty good examples of the scouting mindset.

If you’ve ever been involved in organizing any type of event, you know the initial stages are slow and awkward; in the middle, there comes a point where you lose all hope that it can legitimately succeed, and then a woman or maybe a couple of women step forward, magic is created, and what a few moments ago, seemed impossible, now seems totally inevitable.

Julie and I became co-leaders to a combined troop and there were times when we cooked for 27 people on an open fire; a time when we safely evacuated a host of Girl Scouts from what we call Titanic - ( I mean Tent-tanic).  I’ve always said if I were on a plane that was going down,  I would want Julie with me because I’m pretty sure she could land the thing. 

I worked with a woman who led a team to put together a kitchen and dining room on a football end zone and feed over 150 people. Today I started a project working with a woman and planning on serving dinner to 120 people from a kitchen the size of a shoebox.  The list goes on and on, but the overriding factor is that they show up, they get it done, and they have fun in the process.  

When you meet the women of this club, it’s not hubris you find.  It’s  work ethic, dedication and determination and if they’re lucky, the ability to say HI to people at parties. 

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