BY ARMAND RODRIGUES
In
a parallel universe a human being would be dubbed as “over the hill” at forty.
But the analogy does not apply to the Westend Seniors’ Club that has just
reached that milestone and can still hold its head up high and give its members
undiminished satisfaction.
Plumbing
the depths of its physiognomy one finds that the club traces its origins to
July 1977. Yes, the Goan Overseas Association
(Toronto) was already an up and coming entity since 1970, but it essentially
catered to the needs of the middle-aged and its offerings were mainly
successful periodic dinner-dances for
all and sundry. But an important
component was missing. Goans being a gregarious lot, older members of the
community felt isolated in a sense for not meeting compatriots more often and
shooting the breeze or indulging in card games, bingo, sing-songs and other
forms of entertainment and good fellowship.
Distance, the weather, lack of proper transportation and premises were
dominant factors in inhibiting any meaningful resurgence from the prevailing
void. But the persistence of a handful of determined seniors led to an embryo
that established a local chapter of the mother-house to keep the home fires
burning in the west end of Toronto. The
pioneers were:
Dionysius Almeida
Felix Almeida
Louisa Anderson
Laurie Correia
Robert &
Eugene Coutts
Frank &
Virgie D’Souza
Vincent &
Freda D’Souza
Joe &
Flora Dias
Seby &
Judith D’Sa
Lily D’Silva
Pulcheria D’Souza
Cyril &
Mabel Falcao
Jovito Sequeira
Mabel Falcao
Jovito Sequeira
The
club started out as the “Seniors’ Club” until the advent of the Eastend
Seniors’ Club, at which time prudence dictated the new nomenclature of Westend
Seniors’ Club. The basement of Christ the
King Church in Etobicoke was the gathering place for several years until the
needs of the church found the club scrambling to find an alternative
venue. Thanks to the Etobicoke Mayor of
the day, the Fairfield Community Centre became the club’s new home on July 13,
1983, and it continues to enjoy Etobicoke’s hospitality on Fridays, to this
day. As membership grew, and the
fire-code at Fairfield restricted attendance to 120, the club held its dinner
dances for larger occasions at the Vic Johnson arena in Streetsville. Later it
was found more expedient to have the larger functions at banquet halls.
Fast-forward
to the latter part of the club’s life and one finds that its offerings grew to
embrace snooker, bridge, “trouk”, carom, line-dancing, bingo, travel and
inter-club picnics. Thrown in the mix
are the contributed or purchased snacks that members enjoy when they meet on
Fridays. All-in-all the friendly atmosphere
makes for a congenial setting in a vibrant entity. Yes, we may as “birds of a feather”
congregate in clusters, but this in no way suggests anti-social
tendencies. In all cultures people keep
closest to the ones know best but remain ever-willing to join hands with
everybody. In our collective narrative
let us remember that despite our diverse backgrounds we are one at heart. When all is said and done it must be
recognized that the front-line workers and those who toil behind the scenes are
the ones who have really been responsible for our wellbeing over the last four
decades. With a little tweaking of some
of our internal procedures and checks and balances the club will remain viable
for years to come, even if not all of us are around that long.
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