Those of us who have been members since the club was at the old place in Wingewarra Street, will no doubt remember Alibeth and her excited little dance every time she scored a hoop.
Alibeth left us 8th September at the ripe old age of 92.
Alibeth left us 8th September at the ripe old age of 92.
She was a devoted player and, apart from a distinctive name, was famously known for her practical expression of Albert Schweitzer's respect for all living creatures by unfailingly interrupting play to re-locate a stray bee, moth, other insects and even an errant earthworm flooded out of its burrow to the surface.
In 2011 she featured in one of a number of poems about members, and went like this:
She's a soul so gentle, not at all judgmental.
To hurt an ant she'd never stoop, she only wants to score a hoop.
And when she does, she doesn't prance - Alibeth simple does a little dance.
Vale Alibeth, you are fondly remembered.
