Long, long ago!

You will need to click on the above to read it - not sure why it didn't scan larger.  But an old elementary school friend sent this to me - she'd been going through old scrapbooks and  found it.  It's about Mrs. Emigh starting a new Bluebird troop in Granada Hills.  And I'm on the front row - on the left.  I even remember that dress.  

There are few photos of me from my childhood so it's a real treasure to find one.  I have several friends from my K through 12th  grade years, and I always went to their birthday parties.  Maybe I should ask them if they have old photos with me in them.  It's fun to remember being a kid - with photographic evidence!

I remember Bluebirds and Campfire Girls - and I remember going to the Emigh's house for meetings.  I remember learning to spool knit and making a pot holder for my mother.  I think I spool knitted for months after learning how.

One of the major items I remember is that whereas Girls Scouts sold cookies, Campfire Girls sold marshmallows - and the marshmallows came in boxes.  I thought they were exceptionally good marshmallows too!

The other thing I remember is that I didn't stay with the program.  I recall feeling left out because my mother would not buy me the uniform.  They said I could still come, but I didn't want to without the uniform.  On the other hand, there is an old photo of me with a Campfire Girl shirt on!

So who knows what the real skinny was!

"In the leafy treetops!"

When I was Primary age, the three older classes for girls were Larks, Bluebirds, and Seagulls.  There were lots of requirements for moving on from one level to another, but one of them - to graduate from Primary - was to complete this sampler.

My brother Lyn and the boy next door - Freddy Vergine - built tree houses on our property and other property near us.  Often they discarded one and went on to another one.  One summer, Alice and I jumped - or should I say climbed - at the opportunity to take over a tree house up in a eucalyptus tree across the street from us. 

We went up daily and shouted down at the "little kids" or ate warm oranges off the trees in the orchard below or read books or - in my case - worked on my sampler.

It looks pretty nice in this photo, but up close you can see the uneven stitches.  But I was only 10, so cut me some slack!!

And it's a lovely memory!