I was, for eight years involved with Girl Scouts, on many
levels – from leader to council delegate.
It was a fun and interesting learning experience for me and, I think,
for the girls in both daughters’ troops.
I was troop leader for my youngest daughter and once a week, after
school, a dozen or so first
grade brownies arrived at my house for an hour of
crafts or games or singing or projects – sometimes a little bit of all. Every meeting started with,
Girl Scout Promise
On my honor, I will try:
To serve God and my country,
To help people at all times,
And to live by the Girl Scout
Law.


At fourth grade, during the Fly-Up Ceremony, Brownies became
Junior Girl Scouts. As Junior Scouts,
they were eligible to go camping. Now, I
wasn’t a leader for my older daughter’s troop however, I was a full-time camp
mom. That meant – I got to go camping
with two different troops of 4th-6th grade girls six
times a year for 4 years. And, may I say
– it was a very involved process.
Everyone just didn’t jump in the car and off we went. No-no.
Everything had to be planned from meals to activities and the girls were
involved every step. And, as much as the
idea of sleeping in a tent in the woods alarmed me (the city person) back then, it was a great time.

Quick
note here – in the summer of 1977, three Girl Scouts in Oklahoma, while
camping, had been asleep and were dragged out of their tent and murdered. It was a terrible thing. And, we were very aware, for that first
campout.
So, we got to camp, unpacked, set up, cooked, cleaned, explored,
sang taps and went to bed. Riiighhht –
sleeping in a tent with the sides rolled up in the woods along with the lions,
tigers and bears. I had just laid down
in my cot (yes, fully dressed and shod) thinking I might doze a bit when, all
of a sudden, there was a scream.
No no stop stop
Each adult hit the ground running, checking on girls in the
tents around us. Come to find out, one
of the girls had a nightmare and while her tentmates were awaken, none of the others
were. But, for me, that was the last
time I even thought about sleeping in a tent during a campout. I found that I could go from Friday afternoon
until Sunday morning with no sleep. Not
a problem.
I learned a lot during those years and may share more, from
time to time.
Take care.
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