Sometimes, when I am traveling, I see a group of lovely young women sitting together, perhaps in an airport or a hotel lobby. I always wish that I could just go over, interrupt, and talk them into joining the DAR, because they are missing out on an amazing source of joy and friendship. If I were going to try to convince them, which of my hundreds of DAR stories would I share?
I joined the DAR in 1985. Before my twins were born, I had been working at the VA Hospital in Jackson, Mississippi, in special hematology. It was an exciting time in genetics; but by the time a distant cousin called out of the blue, I had been home alone with toddlers for two years. My cousin had arranged a visit to a local DAR chapter for me. I went, and the Annandale Chapter ladies acted as if they were glad to have me. We are always told that the best way to retain a new member is to get her busy, and it certainly was true for me. My first big DAR job was to organize a “city-wide” celebration for the Bicentennial of the U.S. Constitution. Since our village had only 3,000 citizens, it wasn’t that big of a deal, but the National Guard brought helicopters and real Humvees for the kids to climb on; I had a giant Constitution printed on heavy cloth for the folks to “ratify;” and Federal Judge Grady Jolly came and spoke to the crowd. The town loved it, and I was hooked on DAR.

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