P.E.O. threw us a curve ball the other night. Wait, no, they threw me a curve ball. Judy had previously experience a P.E.O. group I couldn’t attend to talk about “the book.”
(Remember, we wrote Hot Cross Buns, which is coming up on its first anniversary? I now-- almost facetiously-- call it The Book That Won’t Go Away, which really torques Judy but I can’t help myself.)
But back to our P.E.O. soiree. P.E.O., has always baffled me. I know a lot of women who are members, but no one will ever tell me what P.E.O. is. Well, if the intent was to keep the goings on of P.E.O. a secret, Google blew the hubcaps right off that pinkie-finger, do-not-tell promise. Alas, even Google wouldn’t cough up what the letters P.E.O. stand for, so the organization scores on that matter.
Cliff Note definition: It kind of reminds me of Junior League minus wine and a ton of food. They do an incredible job supporting education and even have a college of their own, Cottey College.
They have a logo: See above
I think the logo could use a little updating, but hey, it works for them. Plus, you can be buried with your star which I guess members get upon joining. You can also have it put on your headstone. The Junior League doesn’t give you anything to pack for your trip to eternity and I’ve never seen a headstone with “Junior League” on it. P.E.O. scores again.
They have some interesting founderettes, but this woman kind of caught my attention, and scared the hell out of me. Meet Arabella:
Notable P.E.O. founderette, Arabella "Belle" Babb Mansfield
(a.k.a., Arabella Don't-mess-with-me-or-I'll-pull-your-socks-up-around-your-ears Baab Mansfield)
We ran with the educational angle -- how the hey two people write fiction together and how we self-published. Will we write another book? We went over our time limit and most of the ladies purchased the book. Hopefully, they will follow my instructions not to share their books and insist their friends buy their own.