The Cosmopolitan Review

Yvonne Delaney Mitchell | 1/2/2014, 12:39 p.m.

Before I ring in the New Year, I have to give one final hurrah for the old year. If we didn’t party all year long, we definitely did so in the month of December.

The Moles hosted their traditional year-end luncheon at the Davenport Club, located in New Rochelle, N.Y. I didn’t have to be told that it was a fabulous affair, as it was hosted by a fabulous group of ladies. I feel that it is remiss of me to not mention them all by name this year, but due to a scheduling conflict, I couldn’t attend. Members come and go, and I don’t have the correct spelling of everyone’s name, so forgive me for not acknowledging you all right now. However, I will definitely put it on my 2014 to-do list, as the Moles were so kind to present me with an acknowledgment award, of which I was totally surprised and honored. Accepting my award, a bottle of Beaujolais Nouveau (which I love, by the way—how did you know?), was my husband, Charles, who escorted my mother, Harriet DeLaney.

It wouldn’t be a party unless the party was being given by the Fellas. Celebrating fifty fabulous years, 1963-2013, were founding and emeritus members Vernon G. Baker and Bennie W. Chiles (who were looking good), along with Rois Bari, David Brown, Bennie Chiles III, President Ivan Friend, Harold Freeman, Rayton Gerald, Albert Granger, new member Noel Hankin, Melvin Jackson, S. Kenneth Jones, Reginald Manning, Neil Foster Phillips, Hobart Price, Mark Price, Eglon Simons, James Skeete Jr., Albert George Thomas and Donald Wilson. Emeritus members include Carnie Bragg Jr., Robert Early, Hector Estepan, Benjamin Hubert, George Jordan, Carl Lewis, R. Chester Redhead (who was in attendance with his wife, Gladys) and E.J. Smith Jr. (who was with his wife, Louisa). The group is dedicated to fellowship, camaraderie and a commitment to the education of young college men and women through scholarships.

The party, which was held at the Doral Arrowwood in Rye Brook, N.Y., began early Saturday afternoon as guests arrived early to check in and enjoy all the hotel had to offer—yes, many made a weekend of it.

The evening then began with cocktails, followed by dinner, dancing and an after-party, which one was best—well, it’s hard to say. The Versatiles wouldn’t let the revelers off of the dance floor as they played one good tune after another; there’s nothing like a live band that’s alive. By the time the after-party rolled around, men had thrown off the black ties and the ladies had changed into flats (I had a fancy pair of flip-flops), and we partied until the break of dawn.

Sunday morning began with a quick swim and a trip to the Jacuzzi and sauna, and then it was off to a full buffet breakfast. Needless to say, I spent the rest of the day in a deep coma, and a good time was had by all.

Not to be outdone, under the leadership of Lloyd Williams, the Greater Harlem Chamber of Commerce did it up down-home style at Dinosaur Bar-B-Que, tucked under the West Side Highway.