Wednesday, March 07, 2007

On My Honor...Wearing a GS 'Cap'ricorn Proudly

On my honor, I will try
To serve god* and my country,
To help people at all times,
And to obey the Girl Scout Law

* The word god can be interpreted in a number of ways, depending on one's spiritual beliefs. When reciting the GS Promise, it's okay to replace the word god with whatever word your spiritual beliefs 'dictate'.
Not when I was a scout. Times have changed!

The Girl Scout Law:
I will do my best to be
Honest and fair,
Friendly and helpful,
Considerate and caring,
Courageous and strong,
And responsible for what I say and do.

And to respect myself and others,
Respect authority,
Use resources wisely,
Make the world a better place,

And be a sister to every Girl Scout.
When I became a scout, we still wore these long-sleeved uniforms, which I LOVED. The color was absolutely beautiful. Words can't describe my joy at flying up from the Brownies, and receiving my solid gold-colored pin. At the time, a new style came out....short-sleeved, shiny green, not at all the soft shade of the old one, and not to my liking. The age-old diddling with a good thing.
I was in a performance of The Crooked Man, and I got the lead, but when we cooked eggs for three weeks straight to earn a cooking badge, I reached my limit and quit. I get bored easily.
Nonetheless, the Girl Scouts were indeed my sisters.

30 Comments:

Blogger Tseka said...

Girl Scouts, oh yes....

I was a Bluebird, then a Campfire girl. Very appropriate to a reservation, don't you think?

From Wikipedia:
"The group's motto is "Give Service." The watchword is "WoHeLo," a word created from the first two letters of the words "work, health,
love." The traditional symbol is two crossed logs and a three-tipped flame; the current symbol has been modernized and stylized, but the flame remains.
"

Our Leaders were Scandinavian women who spoke English with difficulty, so we had a fabulous blended language. They taught us Scandinavian home crafts like knitting. We often shared the Grange Hall with the Salish Grandmothers who taught us beading and basket weaving, some dancing. We went on nature walks learned the local plants. It was great.

When i moved off rez i joined Girl Scouts. What a disappointment i washed out pretty quick. I don't think i would have lasted One night of boiling eggs. You've got grit JM.
Your sister in boredom...we would have been in so much trouble!

And you are correct the (new) uniforms were a pretty sickly green kinda stiff.

7/3/07 5:13 PM  
Blogger jm said...

Campfire Girls!!!!!

I almost mentioned them in the post and I forgot! Oh I loved them.

What great info. No wonder.
My cousin in New England was a Campfire Girl and I was envious.

Grit, yes, maybe. But we did make chicken croquettes on the way to that badge, and those were quite good.

Still, sisters in boredom unite!

7/3/07 5:24 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I quit the Brownies after my third meeting. They were painting soda bottles and putting decals on them for sprinkling clothes for ironing. I was mortified with the puniness. Oh my gosh, I still remember the experience.

Astrid

7/3/07 5:29 PM  
Blogger jm said...

Astrid!! You are so wise!

Memories. Way too many I think. I didn't like the puny badge with the little elf, was it? Fairies, elves, and brownies.

I'd bet that domestic skills are not as important today in the Scouts. I wonder what they're doing.

7/3/07 5:41 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Oh jm, I wouldn't call that wise, just not that much of a domestic sort. If the brownies studied studied faries and elves, or explored nature, or did a little tree climbing, I'd have been a happy Brownie. I wasn't clear on why that was art, or why I went to meetings to learn ironing. Scary.

Astrid

7/3/07 6:11 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Knitting would have been wonderful, and so would basket weaving. I would have loved the Bluebirds on the reservation.

Astrid

7/3/07 6:16 PM  
Blogger jm said...

Not Domestic??????

What does the family do?

Basketweaving is a good one.
I think the campfire Girls wore little red ties. very nice.

7/3/07 6:23 PM  
Blogger jm said...

I remember!!!!!

Didn't we form a circle, cross arms, and hold hands at the end of each meeting?

The old circle gets everywhere. I liked that part.

7/3/07 6:30 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Those are lovely feelings you talk of jm. Happy.

Astrid

7/3/07 6:55 PM  
Blogger jm said...

Well you gotta have some moments of happiness as you go. It's called being an opportunist. Had to be in Girl Scouts.

I'm a Mercury in Cancer so I feel it all. I'm a sponge, although not at all domestic.

7/3/07 6:59 PM  
Blogger Tseka said...

Ha Ha! Oh Astrid ma pauvre petite! Making sprinkling bottles for ironing, that would do me in too. Somehow it was the circle wasn't it? In one i fit, in another a misfit.

7/3/07 7:17 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm a Mercury in Cancer so I feel it all. I'm a sponge

Oh jm, when I was young, I was so empathic I sometimes couldn't tell the difference between the feeling of those around me, and my own. Like you, I was a sponge. I still am, but I have more control of that now, thank goodness.

Astrid

7/3/07 7:19 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

tseka, you knew who you were from an early age. Yes? A gift! I didn't know why I was so angry at those silly females, but I sure was. I came marching into the house, still outraged from the experience. My mother was surprised to see me home that soon.

"Why are you home so soon?"

I quit.

"Why?"

They were painting bottles for sprinkling clothes for ironing.

"Oh."

Poor Mom. ;-)

Astrid

7/3/07 7:24 PM  
Blogger Tseka said...

mmm, knowing who we are not is pretty close to knowing who we are....

Anger is so under appreciated as teacher

7/3/07 7:57 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

She completely understood. That was great! I just went on to things that were more interesting to me, like painting a mural on my closet door. I do remember feeling sad that my "sisters" were excited about painting soda bottles and putting decals on them, just to sprinkle.

We all have a destiny, and a road to travel there.

Astrid

7/3/07 8:10 PM  
Blogger jm said...

when I was young, I was so empathic I sometimes couldn't tell the difference between the feeling of those around me, and my own.

I still can't.

knowing who we are not is pretty close to knowing who we are....

Words of wisdom. A big one for me.

7/3/07 9:27 PM  
Blogger jm said...

I fully remember the soda bottle painting. But I was such a good kid, I went along with the program. Until it got to the eggs.

7/3/07 9:29 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

jm, I know many wonderful women, goddesses, who were Brownies, painted bottles to be ironing sprinklers, and had great fun in the process. For me though, it was a stunning experience. I was a little Neptunian Scorpio girl who loved and was fascinated with every element of the earth/spirit, and walked around singing old black blues. I was just different from this womanness, and it shocked me. I was the classic little Scorpio girl who was horrified to be stuck in the tea party role for a lifetime. It was a moment of "Eeeeeeek! Run away!", and I did. :-) Never looked back either, but I yearned for sisters who were more like me.

Astrid

8/3/07 5:03 AM  
Blogger jm said...

This is a great subject, astrid.

I was the classic little Scorpio girl who was horrified to be stuck in the tea party role for a lifetime.

At least you knew where you stood. That must have been a defining moment with the bottles.

I was an outsider but wanted to belong. Worse, I think. I wanted to talk philosophy way back then, not make-up and boys.

My Cancer probably stayed around for some sort of security, and my puppy-dog friendly Moon in Sagittarius loves everybody in a way, so I managed.

Scorpios often feel like you did/do. All the superficiality. No deep connection.

I feel that way now about society. Make-up and celebrities. Facade. Not much to embrace.

But I decided talking to kad last night to accept it, if I want to play a part. If.

8/3/07 1:32 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

To me, it is those that remained authentic to who they are that truly have made the best impression in this world, not to mention all the other harmonics.

Make-up is fun if it is good make-up and if it is what you think is beautiful. It can be a mask, but masks can be fun too, if you like the mask. When I think of masks, I think of New Orleans, and celebrations. I think of music and laughter. I think of free spirits at play. When the time is right, and the party ends for a while, going home and taking off the mask is wonderful, and then just a clean face (and moisturizer :-) ) and rest to process all that revelry. Good food, warm bath, peace....until the next celebration. Life is good in all its stages. So much to experience, loudly or in our zen. Going with our flow. Choosing who, what, when, and where. Being the artist, the warrior, the goddess, the servant, the healer. Wonderful! Being authentic to who we are is the only way because the people who love us then are the ones we are happy to be with, and the ones we can offer our best gifts.

Astrid

8/3/07 2:23 PM  
Blogger jm said...

Masks are wonderful, although I don't like make-up. But our rising signs are our masks and I like that part of life. I love costuming and theater, but with real expression and flair.

Masks represent dreams, other dimensions, mythic creatures, and all those things, if we really do them.

I agree about authenticity. I once saw an interview with Fellini, and he said, when asked about what an artist is, "someone expressing his authentic self", and this struck me and has stayed. I like the word.

Life is good in all its stages.

I think life is a perfect mixture of what we perceive as good and bad. I believe in an overall rightness.

people who love us then are the ones we are happy to be with.

Simple, isn't it?

8/3/07 2:34 PM  
Blogger jm said...

It's interesting.

My partner with all his Leo used to love me in make-up and found it frustrating that I didn't wear more. The problem I encounter is my tendency to rub my eyes, and touch my face, thus smearing the perfectly applied strokes. So I gave up.

I do wear a little lipstick now, though, and manage not to mess with that.

8/3/07 2:37 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Those Leos!! I had a Leo friend who was involved in the theatre (of course) and I remember her instructing me never to leave the house without eyeliner. LOL! Don't be a goose, said I!

I have always thought of our rising signs to be like colored gels over the spotlight shining on us on the stage of life.

Astrid

8/3/07 3:10 PM  
Blogger jm said...

I have always thought of our rising signs to be like colored gels over the spotlight shining on us on the stage of life.

I LOVE IT!!

The Ascendent is my main interest along with the nodes. We can change the gels and point the lights to our liking. I think this is where we really can sculpt ourselves and be what we want to be to the maximum. There is plasticity and personal will at the ASC. We go through the gel everytime we do anything on the stage. We are the directors.

I really like the gel idea.

8/3/07 3:20 PM  
Blogger jm said...

I've always called the ASC the filter we pass through so this resonates.

8/3/07 3:21 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I'm glad you like it! It seems just right to me, of course, since I made it up myself. ;-) I hope you'll use it jm!

Astrid

Must go for a while.

8/3/07 3:26 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I like the gels because they include the vibration of color which is of course present.

I'll be back to see the wisdoms you all have written here.

Astrid

8/3/07 3:28 PM  
Blogger jm said...

Thanks astrid!!

Later........

8/3/07 3:39 PM  
Blogger Kadimiros said...

"It seems just right to me, of course, since I made it up myself."

Yes, it's just right. It's a wonderful illustration. :-)

8/3/07 6:46 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Your signature picture reminds me of it Kad.

Astrid

8/3/07 8:59 PM  

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