When I was young and newly wed,

My friends and neighbours duly said,

“Now, you be smart and resolute

And join the Women's Institute.”

“It will help pass many dreary hour,

And strengthen your domestic power.”

But I, in turn, was horrified,

Was I to be transmogrified?

The Institute was for the OLD

And I was still young, gay and bold.

But then, in time, I weakened some

And said, “Alright, tonight I'll come”.

I pictured all the nice old dears

With clicking tongues and listening ears

All caught up  with their knitting trend

Domesticated to the end.

But now, I think it should be said

My preconceived ideas soon fled

Though some were old, yet some were young,

All were lively and full of fun.

 While home and children played their part

They talked as well of clothes and art,

And speakers from all arts and parts

Beguiled their way into our hearts.

 So, older now and wiser too,

I'd welcome any member new

And tell THEM they are destitute

Without the WOMEN'S INSTITUTE!

 Author Unknown

Just a suggestion ladies – who knows!

 Ruth Fenner, Provincial Historian, British Columbia Women's Institute