In addition to the grease stains and iron scorch marks, my daughter’s blue Daisy Girl Scout pinafore now has cake on it. A cake pin, that is, to celebrate the 100th anniversary of Girl Scouting!
It’s a sponge cake. Get it? Made out of a wedge of O-Cel-O sponge and markered to look like a slice of cake. I can’t claim any credit for thinking up this cunning little craft, though–I have to give that all to Melissa, our troop leader and certified crafting fool.
On April 28, 2012, thirteen thousand Girl Scouts, plus leaders, parents, and belligerent little brothers descended on Cal Expo in Sacramento for the celebration.
After the colorguard made a galloping entrance on horseback, singer Teresa regaled us with her up-with-girls songs.My favorite went along the lines of “I wanna kick like a girl/ Like Mia Hamm that is…”
Lunchtime consisted of standing in the sun for an hour and then paying $46 for a bouquet of corn dogs.
While they waited for lunch, our girls bounced away their hunger pangs in the bounce houses, thus fulfilling these two points of the Girl Scout law :
1. Using Resources Wisely (time, in this case)
2. Not Pestering their Moms Who Were Standing in Line
After lunch we visited the climbing wall, where they were Courageous and Strong.
After that we had to get out of the sun. The indoor area was packed with craft demonstrations, a reptile show, art show, and car show. Someone’s formerly belligerent little brother curled up on the cement in front of a crafting booth to take a nap. The girls took turns sitting in the driver’s seat of a skinny electric car.
After a while my Daisy and I wound our way to a cool corner where a TV beckoned us to stop and rest a spell. It was showing footage from 1919, a busy group of Girl Scouts making beds, bathing a baby, and chopping food entirely too fast. Every so often in the reel, a caption frame would flicker a message such as “Housework isn’t so bad when you’re doing it for your Country!”
Last, we went to the history room to view the vintage uniforms and photo displays curated by local scout troops, and ephemera from various decades: song books, dolls, even a Girl Scout camera.
As I was pointing out my 1980s felt Brownie beanie to my daughter, another former scout came up commented about the funny orange Scottish tabs we’d wear with our brown socks when all decked out for a parade. They attached like little garters with an elastic band, which you fold the top of the sock over to hide.
Looking at a display about Camp Menzies, our council’s camp in the Sierras, she said, “I had my first period at Camp Menzies. Called it Camp Menses ever since.”
What are your memories from Girl Scouting? Post them in the comments. Thanks!