I have a mystery on my hands...

It all began when as a little girl I was told stories by my Grandmother of all the wonderful adventures she orchestrated as a leader of a Girl Scout Troop. She taught me the songs they sang around the fires and while hiking on camping trips, she showed me how to make a daisy chain and whistle with a blade of grass. She also started me on the path of wanting to know the names of plants, trees, and to learn as much about animals as possible.

Then, when I was still too young, my sister became a Brownie. It's like Girl Scout Preschool. I was sooooooo jealous of her cute little brown dress, sash, and knee socks. And the beanie! Don't even get me started on how much I wanted a beanie of my own. She stayed in long enough to wear the green of an official Girl Scout. I was over it by then though because her troop didn't seem to resemble AT ALL the troop my Grandmother so lovingly talked about. My sister's troop did crafts. And... nope, that's pretty much it. They fulfilled the service portion of their duty by making these crafts for nursing home residents but it was mostly all crafts. I remember Christmas trees made out of Reader's Digest Magazines most vividly.

If you want to make one for yourself check out the step by step instructions on: http://www.rd.com/slideshows/crafty-christmas-tree-out-of-readers-digest-magazines-photos/#slideshow=slide1

I do remember that I enjoyed spray painting them green. We also made angels and something else. I remember silver and gold paint but not what we used it on.

Long story to say that I had no desire to be a Girls Scout!

Meanwhile all my friends who were boys were joining the Cub Scouts on their way to becoming Boy Scouts. They were going camping, learning how to make fires, pitching tents, canoeing! All the fun stuff I wanted to do!!!!

So I tried to join them. Rejected due to gender. Naturally.

Last weekend while cleaning out a box I came across a Boy Scouts of America membership card for one Lola Snyder until May 1985.

Uh what?

Mom and Dad had no idea what it was about so I contacted the Great Trail Council in Akron, OH and am awaiting further information. How cool would it be to know I was actually a Boy Scout. And, how sad that I didn't get to do anything with it.

So I'll let you know...