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Caption: L-R: Bette Cameron, Dorothy Glans, Vivian Davies, Mary Beers, Jean Cameron and Jane Cameron are the “Golden Girls” from the Delavan Lake Yacht Club.
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· The ‘Golden Girls’ are steadfast reminders of Delavan Lake Yacht Club’s rich history
By Todd Mishler
Contributor
Originally published Sunday July 25, 2004
The Week, Walworth County, Wis.
www.theweekextra,com
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Their families visited and vacationed here before moving from the Chicago area to grow roots along the water’s shores during the 1920s and ’30s.Memories of those youthful days come and go like the wind-swept waves, but several women have remained buoyant members of the Delavan Lake Yacht Club. Although not enamored with the nickname-they’re affectionately called the “Golden Girls”-these widows in their 80s are steadfast reminders of the organization’s rich history, one that began in 1892.
While their fathers and husbands received most of the accolades for their prowess handling boats, these ladies, collectively and individually, continue to be vibrant participants through their presence and support.
Carol Dinsmore’s father, Elmer Stevens, was one of the most well-known sailors around these parts. She’s no longer an active club member and isn’t in the “golden” fraternity, but Dinsmore knows that these women’s contributions are undeniable even today.
“They have big amounts of energy, which helps carry on the tradition,” Dinsmore said.
Their names are Mary Beers, Vivian Davies and three who married into the same clan, Betty, Jean and Jane Cameron.
Beers met her husband, Tom, while visiting a friend in 1931. She had just graduated from eighth grade, while he had recently finished his freshman year at Dartmouth College. She attended Northwestern University, and they married in ‘39.
“I didn’t do a lot of sailing at first, but eventually I was part of his crew, and we took the children out when they got old enough,” said Beers, whose youngest son, Richard, is the current [2004] DLYC president. “We did a lot until 1959, when we moved to Washington (D.C.) for 13 years. Tom said sailing was a great way to discipline the kids because they really had to pay attention when out on the boat, and I always marveled at how they never rebelled.”
Betty Cameron and her husband, Charles, were fixtures in the community, having purchased the Geneva Lake Boat Company in 1961 and running it until he died in 1983.
“We did everything-selling, repairing and storing,” she said. “Charles was a great sailor. He and other grown-ups used to teach the kids, one of them being Buddy Melges. I used to crew for him and liked to swim and fish, but mostly I enjoyed watching.”
Jean married Anson “Scottie” Cameron in ‘44. They built a house three years later and moved to the area permanently in 1968. Although the couple divorced, Jean didn’t give a thought to leaving.
“I still had children in school, and this was home,” she said. “Everybody has loved it here. In the early days people had the means and ability to commute and there was more leisure time. I sailed some, but I was more into tennis. My husband and the Stevens family, they grew up sailing.”
Jane Cameron said that also applied to her late husband, Dan.
“He competed a lot as a boy and crewed for his brothers, and even though we never had much for a boat, our kids sailed while they were growing up,” Jane said. “But Dan developed arthritis and couldn’t do much after that.”
Like the others, Davies is active with the local garden club. She also was a dance instructor for many years and shared her talents with members often. She fondly remembers the good times on the lake.
“It’s always been a nostalgic kind of thing,” said Davies, who was in the Navy before she and Robert got hitched. “We sailed and were involved in the kids’ day camp and went swimming all of the time. I’ve been around here since the ’30s and have been involved in yacht club activities in one way or another ever since. While everybody didn’t do it all of the time, sailing is what carried on the traditions, and that was the whole point.”
Another memory was added to the club’s already bulging scrapbook when each of these women donned a golden, mesh glove for the season-opening cocktail party four or five years ago.
“They were always looking for someone to be the hostess, so we agreed to do it,” Beers said. “We all brought food and did our part to keep things moving. I had gotten the gloves, one for each of us, sort of as an insignia or something.”
The author is a freelance contributor to The Week.