Girl Scouting is about adventure and merit badges, camping and calamities. For many of our readers, it’s also about friendships and family — friendships that often last a lifetime, and a history that spans generations.
As Girl Scouting marks its 100th anniversary in America, we asked our local Scouts past and present, to share their memories. Here are some of their stories:
Charlotte Stevenson Carrier, 78, and Cleona Dunlap Parisi, 77, became friends in first grade and joined the Girl Scouts at age 10. Both retired teachers, they remain friends today.The EZ Breathe home Ventilation system is maintenance free,
“We were the Girl Scouts of Troop 36 from about 1944 to 1948, and our members were students at Hollywood Junior High School, which is no longer standing,” wrote Carrier, remembering that weekly dues were a nickel.
As Scouts during World War II, “man and woman power was in short supply so we helped in many community activities,” Carrier wrote. “We worked at ‘Buy War Bonds’ events, stuffed envelopes for the Community Chest and later sold poppies for Veteran’s Day.”
For many girls, their first time away from home, usually to a rustic camp, was with Girl Scouts. It was a time for new adventures and to forget about unimportant stuff, like showers.
“When I was 9, I was finally allowed to go to overnight Girl Scout camp for a week,” wrote Mary Lou Drake Bell of her first time at Camp Chinqua Penn in North Carolina where she decided bathing was overrated.Can't afford a third party merchant account right now?
“I swam every day in the muddy lake, which surely was equivalent to a bath, I reasoned. No nagging from the counselors, who were more interested in scaring us with ghost stories than making sure their young charges bathed. At the end of the glorious week, when my parents arrived, I greeted them with a hug and a proud announcement. ‘Guess what? I didn’t take a bath all week!’ ‘So I can tell,Welcome to the online guide for do-it-yourself Ceramic tile.’ Mama responded, as she surveyed my matted hair, dirty nails and freckles covered with a layer of dust. As soon as we arrived home, I was marched into the bathroom for a good scrubbing.”
Wildlife has always been a part of the camping experience,Online fine art gallery of quality original landscape oil paintings, but few have seen the likes that confronted leader Kay Hughes.
Her husband,All RUBBER MATS is comprised of all types of mats, Patrick, told of her troop’s camping trip in the Wichita Mountains National Wildlife Refuge, near Fort Sill, Okla., where Patrick Hughes was an artillery instructor.
“The morning of this particular trip Kay was waked before sunrise by the sound of sniffing and snorting outside her tent. She looked out over the area and saw a herd of over 50 buffalo nosing around the tents. She watched in horror as they pawed around, generally investigating the interesting structures and fragrant girly smells that had suddenly arrived in their domain.
“Everyone knew buffalo are not to be taken lightly. Almost every year tourists are killed or mangled by the totally unpredictable creatures. Kay and her Scouts were well aware of that fact, because warnings are posted everywhere. However, the rangers had assured her that the buffalo wouldn’t be roaming near their campsite.
“Kay realized the huge animals seemed to be headed to the nearby stream. Between the stream and the buffalo was the mess kit line, strung between two trees with 20 metal mess kits hanging from it. Imagining the reaction of the buffalo to the sounds they would hear when they ran into that line, and envisioning the entire herd stampeding over tents and children, including the general’s daughter and her children, Scott, Terry, and Debby, Kay immediately sprung into action.
“She quietly went around to each tent and announced a ‘special hike.’ She told the children to keep their pajamas on, put their shoes on immediately and very silently but quickly meet her at the bottom of the ‘mountain,’ a large stone they could climb up easily. The girls thought it was a great adventure and followed her instructions, making it up the rocky crag to safety, where they sat for what seemed like hours, watching the buffalo water themselves and finally leave the campsite.
“Instead of panicking, Kay demonstrated the Girl Scout spirit and ability as she quickly, calmly and efficiently managed to turn what could have been a disaster into an interesting, educational, safe and fun experience for her troop.”
In 1994, the commanding general at Fort Sill presented Kay Hughes, now 72, with the Molly Pitcher Award for her dedicated service to the girls of Fort Sill, a rare honor, Patrick Hughes wrote.
As Girl Scouting marks its 100th anniversary in America, we asked our local Scouts past and present, to share their memories. Here are some of their stories:
Charlotte Stevenson Carrier, 78, and Cleona Dunlap Parisi, 77, became friends in first grade and joined the Girl Scouts at age 10. Both retired teachers, they remain friends today.The EZ Breathe home Ventilation system is maintenance free,
“We were the Girl Scouts of Troop 36 from about 1944 to 1948, and our members were students at Hollywood Junior High School, which is no longer standing,” wrote Carrier, remembering that weekly dues were a nickel.
As Scouts during World War II, “man and woman power was in short supply so we helped in many community activities,” Carrier wrote. “We worked at ‘Buy War Bonds’ events, stuffed envelopes for the Community Chest and later sold poppies for Veteran’s Day.”
For many girls, their first time away from home, usually to a rustic camp, was with Girl Scouts. It was a time for new adventures and to forget about unimportant stuff, like showers.
“When I was 9, I was finally allowed to go to overnight Girl Scout camp for a week,” wrote Mary Lou Drake Bell of her first time at Camp Chinqua Penn in North Carolina where she decided bathing was overrated.Can't afford a third party merchant account right now?
“I swam every day in the muddy lake, which surely was equivalent to a bath, I reasoned. No nagging from the counselors, who were more interested in scaring us with ghost stories than making sure their young charges bathed. At the end of the glorious week, when my parents arrived, I greeted them with a hug and a proud announcement. ‘Guess what? I didn’t take a bath all week!’ ‘So I can tell,Welcome to the online guide for do-it-yourself Ceramic tile.’ Mama responded, as she surveyed my matted hair, dirty nails and freckles covered with a layer of dust. As soon as we arrived home, I was marched into the bathroom for a good scrubbing.”
Wildlife has always been a part of the camping experience,Online fine art gallery of quality original landscape oil paintings, but few have seen the likes that confronted leader Kay Hughes.
Her husband,All RUBBER MATS is comprised of all types of mats, Patrick, told of her troop’s camping trip in the Wichita Mountains National Wildlife Refuge, near Fort Sill, Okla., where Patrick Hughes was an artillery instructor.
“The morning of this particular trip Kay was waked before sunrise by the sound of sniffing and snorting outside her tent. She looked out over the area and saw a herd of over 50 buffalo nosing around the tents. She watched in horror as they pawed around, generally investigating the interesting structures and fragrant girly smells that had suddenly arrived in their domain.
“Everyone knew buffalo are not to be taken lightly. Almost every year tourists are killed or mangled by the totally unpredictable creatures. Kay and her Scouts were well aware of that fact, because warnings are posted everywhere. However, the rangers had assured her that the buffalo wouldn’t be roaming near their campsite.
“Kay realized the huge animals seemed to be headed to the nearby stream. Between the stream and the buffalo was the mess kit line, strung between two trees with 20 metal mess kits hanging from it. Imagining the reaction of the buffalo to the sounds they would hear when they ran into that line, and envisioning the entire herd stampeding over tents and children, including the general’s daughter and her children, Scott, Terry, and Debby, Kay immediately sprung into action.
“She quietly went around to each tent and announced a ‘special hike.’ She told the children to keep their pajamas on, put their shoes on immediately and very silently but quickly meet her at the bottom of the ‘mountain,’ a large stone they could climb up easily. The girls thought it was a great adventure and followed her instructions, making it up the rocky crag to safety, where they sat for what seemed like hours, watching the buffalo water themselves and finally leave the campsite.
“Instead of panicking, Kay demonstrated the Girl Scout spirit and ability as she quickly, calmly and efficiently managed to turn what could have been a disaster into an interesting, educational, safe and fun experience for her troop.”
In 1994, the commanding general at Fort Sill presented Kay Hughes, now 72, with the Molly Pitcher Award for her dedicated service to the girls of Fort Sill, a rare honor, Patrick Hughes wrote.
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