Frequently High WASPs get married at country clubs. The photos here are in part from the Menlo Circus Club, a long-established club in my neighborhood. When we were little, we asked my Dad if we could join. He said no, they didn’t allow Jews or blacks (that’s what we said then as opposed to African-Americans) to join. So neither would we. We were allowed to have a summer membership at the Wianno Yacht Club however. I don’t know if that was due to more liberal policies or parental desire for a peaceful summer on the Cape.
The Circus Club has changed now. Like America, it’s more democratic. So here’s to country club weddings, the glasses of iced tea on the terrace, the gin and tonics circulating on silver trays at 5pm promptly, string quartet for the ceremony and big band for the reception. The crack of polo mallets can be heard from time to time as the bride dances in her short dress. And her skirt swings out.
This is for MM who could be getting married at a country club but isn’t.