Red Hat Society Day is April 25 of each year, and the organization’s 2007 convention is being held at the Opryland Hotel in Nashville this week.
The Red Hatters — I call them “Mad Hatters” — take their name from the opening lines of the poem “Warning” by Jenny Joseph. It reads: “When I am an old woman I shall wear purple/With a red hat that doesn’t go and doesn’t suit me.”
And from those lines the Red Hatters have established their attire as red hats and purple attire, which they wear to all functions. It must be noted that a woman under fifty may also become a member, but she wears a pink hat and lavender attire until reaching her fiftieth birthday (called “The Birthday”).
(I’ve seen the red hats these ladies wear. Some of them would have made Carmen Miranda blush.)
Other than the age limit and standard of attire, the Red Hatters are a “dis-organization” who pride themselves on having no rules or by-laws. They are anti-parliamentarian, and are simply committed to “fun after fifty.” If you ask them what they do, they will tell you “nothing.”
Wilson County has at least twelve Red Hat chapters. Lebanon has nine of them alone. They include the Classie Lassies, Dazzling Darlings, Dixie Delights, Flamin’ Dames, Rah Rah Ya Ya Gals, The Ladies of Wine and Roses, Fifty ‘n Fabulous, Laydee Chicks, and Sugar Plum Girls.
Mt. Juliet boasts three more Red Hat chapters: the Fabulous Fifties Forever, Mt. Juliet Red Hat Mamas, and the Juliet Red Hatters.
There are many sayings attributable to Red Hatters as they look at aging not with dread, but with great humor and lightheartedness. Some of my favorites include:
“Youth is often wasted on youth.”
“My memory’s not as sharp as it used to be. Also, my memory’s not as sharp as it used to be.”
“If you can’t eat all your chocolate, it will keep in the freezer. But if you can’t eat all your chocolate, what’s wrong with you?”
“Midlife can bring out your angry, bitter side. You look at your latte-swilling, beeper-wearing know-it-all teenager and think, ‘For this I have stretch marks?’”
“A woman is like a teabag. You can’t tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water.”
“God grant me the Senility to forget the people I never liked anyway, the good fortune to run into the ones I do, and the eyesight to tell the difference.”
In their perks for being over 50, the Red Hatters tell us, among many things, that “Your supply of brain cells is finally down to manageable size,” “Your secrets are safe with your friends because they can’t remember them either,” and that “There is nothing left to learn the hard way.”
At any rate, we’ll close with a few more lines from Jenny Joseph’s tribute to aging.
“But now we must have clothes that keep us dry/And pay our rent and not swear in the street/And set a good example for the children./We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.”
“But maybe I ought to practice a little now?/So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised/When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.”














