|Rare photo of the Beachers’ Club.|
With spring just around the corner and our recent blast of warm weather, I know that many of us are looking forward to summer and all the activities we’ll be able to enjoy. I recently dug up some interesting material from the Beachers’ Club, a group of young Sarnian gentlemen who “believed that summers were endless, nights filled with music and pretty girls and that the days of youth would never end.” (Red Wilson from the Observer, July 28, 1978).
The Beachers’ Club was founded in 1914.
Founding members of the club include two WWI veterans, Harvey (Hot Dog) Douglas and Reg Savage, and characters like Moon from Ingersoll (who reportedly always brought a book to read but never got around to reading it). The tincovered building was located where the Sarnia streetcar turned sharply east near the Grandview (or Wees Beach) Hotel, just off Lake Huron. If you’re trying to place that location on a modern map, it’s at the end of Colborne Road!
|Beachers’ Club Reunion Itinerary|
- Pyjamas – the regular regalia;
- Blankets enough for both sides of you;
- A pillow, too, if you must have it; don’t bank on borrowing;
- One old white sheet for the ghost walk;
- Any musical instrument you toot or tickle;
- A disposition to let bygones be bygones and a hope for the continuance and dignity of the BEACHERS CLUB.
|Beachers’ Club Reunion Intivation|
An official invitation accompanied that itinerary and was sent out to approximately sixty former members of the camp. It included notes from some men who had already RSVP’ed for the event. Some of the comments included:
- Jerry Battrum, “I got my Ukulele all tuned up – bring your voice well oiled.”
- Reg Savage, “If you boys would like a date – I still have the old book.”
- Ray Miller, “I’ll get out the old jallopy and just start something.”
- Red Wilson, “Ahh, boys, please let me sleep!”
Sounds like they enjoyed friendship, a bit of mischief and long summer days. Hopefully we can all enjoy these things as spring will soon turn to summer! Red Wilson reminisces fondly in the Observer article mentioned above, “They were good days then.”
|Twenty-two of the former campers invited would attend the 1941 reunion. This picture appeared in the Observer the week after the reunion in August.|