tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130276836696015673.post2108059957002773388..comments2023-10-24T08:46:59.775-05:00Comments on Touch of Grey: Scouting Memories...Sugar Magnoliahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17081429874378399282noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130276836696015673.post-37967849045874386722010-01-27T15:42:41.922-06:002010-01-27T15:42:41.922-06:00Sorry, Sugar, I learned to draw and read maps, to ...Sorry, Sugar, I learned to draw and read maps, to include reading and drawing a compass rose (not the beautiful one used on another post. I guess my English skills weren't clear about that. I did draw compass roses, but nothing in that quality. Wanted to clear that up.Truth Ferrethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10472512360373689979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130276836696015673.post-88148355336025730892010-01-26T17:58:05.471-06:002010-01-26T17:58:05.471-06:00Ferret - I am amazed. YOU are the one that created...Ferret - I am amazed. YOU are the one that created the Compass Rose? Wow. That is a beautiful piece of art. You had talents I didn't even know about. Do you still do art, drawings, etc. I admire anybody with such a creative mind. My mother was like that, such an artist. Meanwhile, I can't even draw a decent stick figure. I just never had that kind of talent. <br /><br />That was the thing about Girl Scouts. A girl could surely find some area that really spoke to her and discover some things she didn't even know she was good at. I always liked the hikes because I loved nature and science and would always stop to examine things like mushrooms and whip out my handy guide to help identify them by genus and species. And that's basically what I do today, only on a microscopic level with bacteria and parasites. Such fun, playing detective.<br /><br />Thanx for sharing your story. I am always astounded at the interesting stories people have to tell.Sugar Magnoliahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17081429874378399282noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130276836696015673.post-21530130188494950902010-01-26T08:43:38.255-06:002010-01-26T08:43:38.255-06:00Sorry...Sell cookies from my wagon, not see cookie...Sorry...Sell cookies from my wagon, not see cookies.Truth Ferrethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10472512360373689979noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8130276836696015673.post-23100614698371611142010-01-26T08:39:12.758-06:002010-01-26T08:39:12.758-06:00I too was a Brownie and then "flew up" t...I too was a Brownie and then "flew up" to be a scout. My memories hold times when I was taught to accept people with all their flaws. At the end of each meeting, we stood in a circle and held hands. There was a little girl with a very deformed hand and I remember that I was balking at the idea of holding her hand. I don't remember what I said or did, but I do remember the leader taking me aside and explaining to me that I would hold her hand as she was a scout just like me. Yep, I started looking at people different from then on. I wasn't any "prize package" myself, but I had to be taught to accept people, no matter what package they came in. <br /><br />I learned to cook burgers over tin can campfires. Set up tents. Pull my wagon around the neighborhood to see the .$25 cookies. Draw and read a map, including the COMPASS ROSE.<br /><br />My most memorable camping trip took place in November many years ago, when everyone's world changed. President Kennedy was killed and the United States changed for all time. <br /><br />Girl Scouting was a safe, great place to be introduced to ideas that helped me become the person I am today.Truth Ferrethttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10472512360373689979noreply@blogger.com