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October Meeting Minutes

When: October 5th, 2017

Where: Old McDonalds Fish Camp, North Augusta
Who: Brian and Donna Bogardus, Don and Kay Boltz, Mike and Shirley Dyer, Larry and Rita Garner, Dennis and Karol Mason, Bob and Pat Tarrant, Tom Varallo, Ralf and Annie Wilms, Rudy and Patti Wilmoth, and Dave and Sue Woomer.

Thanks to Bob and Pat Tarrant for planning tonight’s dinner location. Old McDonalds had a nice big semi-separate room we used, the food was very good, served quickly, and the service was very good as well. It’s an Augusta tradition for fish, shellfish and the unusual (such as Gator)…….

Treasurer’s Report: Started at $1466.87, added $10 in dues payments from our new member Beatriz Rodriguez. Balance = $1476.87.

• See Larry or Tom for “Noticed your Miata” cards; to give to people who own Miata’s that may be interested in joining.
• See Dennis for name-tags……
• Club merchandise available: Pins are $3 each; “Support Vehicle” car magnets $25 per pair, canvas tote/shopping bag $20 each. The 3” window stickers are available; these are the ones that go on the outside. The cling ones for the inside of the glass are also newly available.
Coffee mugs and other items are available from http://www.cafepress.com/masters_miata
Communigraphics in North Augusta has our logo, for $8 you can have it embroidered on just about anything.

Club Business:
• We added one new member – Beatriz Rodriguez, welcome to the club Beatriz! Please visit the website for exciting new events. 😉
• Rudy and Patty have reserved the Clubhouse at Brookstone (1250 Brookstone Way) for the Christmas Party on December 9th. The Rental charge is $50 and as mentioned above: meat (Ham & Turkey) will be purchased by the club. A pot luck style dinner is planned. Karol circulated sign-up sheets for other dishes. We think ‘Bring Your Own’ (for alcohol) is the best way to go. Looks like we are expecting about 40 people. And we plan to start the party about 5:00pm because the gates close (gated community) at 6pm. So most will arrive before then. Of course after that we can get the gate open for you. More planning to come…..
• Also, planning has not yet begun for the Club 25th Anniversary Celebration scheduled for February 3rd but a few ideas have begun percolating.
• We will be doing a planning dinner soon for next year’s events – so get those ideas together for what you would like to do!!

New Business/Upcoming calendar events:

TBD Dinner Meeting and ‘get together’ with the Corvette Club Stacey Timmerman & Tom Varello
19-22 October Miata’s at “Back of the Dragon”                       (Miata Club from Marion VA) CountryRoadsMiatas.com
21 October 10th Annual Wine Fest, Augusta See Rita Garner for details
21 October Lunch picnic – The Outing Club, Aiken Bob Tarrant
2 November Dinner Meeting – Red Bowl, Aiken

Don’t forget this is when officer nominations close

Dave & Sue Woomer
4 November Leaf Peeping  – Fall picnic drive                          (CHANGE – 1 day only!) Brian & Donna Bogardus
18 November Breakfast – TBD Daryl Shipman & Sherry Moore
9 December Club Christmas party – Brookstone Clubhouse (Entrance to subdivision is near Miyabi on Augusta West Parkway)

We will also be voting on 2018 officers!

Karol Mason/Patti Wilmoth/Rita Garner
3 February 2018 Masters Miata Club 25th Anniversary – TBD Karol Mason/Rita Garner

25 Years Ago – Fall 1992

A Cap Full of Memories

by Terry G. Reid

We have all thought, talked, or at least read about it. The “it” is how much our Miatas remind us of those classic British roadsters of the past. But have we ever thought of how the sight of us driving by reminds others of the roadsters of their past? I never had, until met an elderly lady in a grocery line on a Sunday morning in a small town in Georgia.

It was the final day of last year’s East Coast Rally in Savannah, Georgia. We had just finished having the group photos made, and were about to start the road rally to Beaufort, South Carolina. I suddenly remembered that I was low on two essentials—gas and cigarettes. I had become somewhat familiar with the area, as it was on the way to Roebling Road Racetrack (another great venue), and I knew there were gas stations and grocery stores nearby. So off I went. The gas was no problem, but the cigarettes were. The first store I remembered was closed, and the second only had one check out open. A group of about ten people were already waiting. Having no choice, I took my place at the end of the line. As I waited, I noticed the woman in front of me. Short and thin, with white hair, she looked like a Norman Rockwell painting of a grandmother on the way to church. Except for the cap.

She was wearing a baseball cap bearing the logo of an outboard motor company, and it was definitely a high mileage number. It looked as if it was new when Ike was in the White House. As I was studying her cap, a cashier opened another register and motioned for me to come to her. I tapped the woman on the shoulder and said, “Ma’am, you’ve been waiting longer than me, so you go first”. She smiled and said, “Thank you, sir, I really appreciate this”, as she stepped up to the cashier.

As she was paying, she noticed the rally name tag on my shirt and asked what it was for. I explained to her that I was from Birmingham, Alabama and had come over to Savannah to attend the rally for Miata owners. She then said that she had been to Birmingham back in 1944. She was on her very first airplane trip, and was forced down in Birmingham by bad weather while going out west to see her husband, who was in the Air Force. She said the airline had taken the passengers from the flight to the Tutwiler Hotel for the night, and she still remembered how elegant it was.

As I paid for my cigarettes, I described to her what type of car a Miata is, and she surprised me by saying that she and her husband had once owned an MG. I told her that if she had a minute I would be happy to show her my Miata, and she gladly accepted. As we were walking

across the parking lot to my car, I pointed it out to her, and she froze in her tracks. “It’s blue”, she said in a barely audible voice. We then went on to my car, parked with the top down, where she continued the story. Her husband was one of the first U.S. bomber pilots in England during the early part of World War II. He completed a tour of twenty-five missions over Europe when the odds said you would be killed before you could finish ten. He rearmed to the U.S. and was assigned to instruct new pilots out west. A year later he volunteered to go back to England, flying more combat missions until the war was over. When he came home this time, he brought a blue MG back with him.
He stayed in the Air Force, and for the next four years, they traveled to several bases across the country in their MG. He then left the service and they returned to Georgia. They spent the next year driving around the state on weekends, always in the MG. She said those were the best years of their lives.

Then, in 1950, the war in Korea started, and her husband was recalled into the Air Force. Shortly thereafter, he was sent to fly combat missions once again.

This time, he didn’t come home.

They had no children and she never remarried. She hadn’t learned to drive the MG, so it sat in the garage where he had parked it for over ten years. She finally sold it and never saw it again. But she never forgot it.

By now a short trip for gas and smokes had stretched to over half an hour. I began to worry about making it back before the rally start was over and everyone else was gone. But I hated to leave quickly, having caused these painful memories of her husband to return to her. I opened my trunk, took out my new blue Miata baseball cap, and asked if she would like to have it. She immediately removed her old cap and replaced it with her new one.

As I was saying my goodbye, she smiled and hugged me, then said, “I’ll remember you and your little blue car for the rest of my life, son”. I got into the car and left just in time.
I rushed back to the rally starting point, hoping the wind would dry the tears on my face before I arrived.

I have since traded my blue Miata for a new yellow one. But somewhere in Georgia, a sweet old lady still has memories of two men in little blue roadsters.

The next time your are out for a drive, if you see someone with white hair or perhaps a cane admiring your car, give them a smile, and if possible, some of your time. You may learn something. They may be seeing themselves fifty years ago, and you may be seeing yourself, on down the road.

Copyright 1992, Miata Magazine. Reprinted without permission.