On the third Tuesday of each month, they park their blue Buick LeSabres outside Faith Presbyterian Church in Hopkins, pay their $9 and find their nametags. ¶ The meal isn't always chicken salad on croissants, as it was last week, and the entertainment hour isn't always banjo. But these meetings of the Hopkins Women's Club are pretty standard affairs. ¶ Just a bit of food and a bunch of conversation.
"I wouldn't miss," said Marcia Gardner, 80, a 15-year member and the outgoing publicity chair.
This year, the tradition turns 100.
As the story goes, a century ago, some Hopkins women were displeased by the men sitting and spitting on Mainstreet.
"So, in 1908 the ladies rustled their bustles and declared something should be done," according to a report by member Ardelle Wenzel Linc for a 1988 celebration of the club's 80th anniversary. The ladies lined Mainstreet with strategically placed spittoons.
The 120 current members tell and retell that story, as well as the ones about the club lobbying for restrooms at the county fair and for parkland downtown.
The club is rooted in such public service, and last week, the membership decided to amp up that theme.
After announcing that card-playing activities would be dropped next year, Bea Robertaccio (who is "just a hoot," by more than one woman's account) proposed that the group begin regularly volunteering.