It is three years since I took on the
presidency of the local Women's Institute, and I said at the outset I would not serve any longer.
Three years is enough. Year 1 is a learning process, year 2 is enjoyable, year
3 is a chore and a worry. It has always been the case in all walks of life that
as time moves on the top of the tree becomes more tiresome than enjoyable.
I’ve done it all now so it’s time to give
it a rest. I’ve done the Federation Chairman bit, which involved being head of
a large county area, and being President of my local branch. I can do no more
and I need a break.
Don’t get me wrong, I shall still be a
member but it would be good to sit back and watch others at work.
Like many organisations falling membership hit
home. My institute is elderly; we have been around since 1932. Modern women
work during the day so there’s little chance of luring them to monthly
afternoon events. One or two retirees have joined but they don’t want the
responsibility of an officer’s job. They just want to meet friends and listen
to a good speaker.
Speakers these days don’t like to do it for
free. Some charge £60 to £100 to give an hour’s talk, on top of which we had
bills to pay. Owning the hall meant we must pay rates, gas and electric bills
on top of speaker fees, repairs, decorators. plumbers, and more, so less fees
coming in means we just can’t cope.
I said at the outset that I would only
serve for the recommended three years and that time passed quickly. I faced the
Annual General Meeting with determination to keep the promise I made to myself
and others. Yes, it was time to elect a new president. Not one hand went up. It
meant only one thing…. closure. Obviously, nobody cared about the institute.
Should I feel guilty? Well, I don’t. What I
feel is huge relief.
My involvement will continue, helping
others to dispose of a hall that was a gift from the parents of a WI member all
those years ago. It may be an easier job than we thought, but then again it
might not.
I have made plans to join another local
institute in the New Year, one where I can sit and listen and make new friends.
I won’t be alone, others will do the same. I think I’ve gained something, don’t
you?


