That sounds like a lot of fun. I clearly missed out.
And I like it that they gave you points for hitching a ride through the enemy roadblocks. All's fair in love and war.
Is that the Scouting coat of arms?
Do the Scouts have a coat of arms?
What did British Summer Time have to do with it?
I see from your post over yonder that those funny things with their mouths open wide are Talbots hounds. I just love anything mediaeval.
Brownsea Island is in Poole Harbour, Dorset, and is my favourite place in the world. It's what I imagine Heaven is like, though I'd want some more animals besides the red squirrels and peacocks.
You see, I don't know that part of the world at all. Such a small island, so many places I haven't visited!
Interesting post. I think if I had boys, I'd be reluctant to have them join the Boy Scouts here, but Cub Scouts would probably be okay. It seems to have devolved into a Christian, homophobic organization (IMHO), but the Girl Scouts have not. Also, it seems like everyone becomes an Eagle Scout; I thought that was the pinnacle and supposed to be very difficult to reach.
I suppose it's inevitable that scout troops get sponsored by churches. They can provide the willing youth workers, they can provide the premises.
It seems likely that Baden Powell was himself homosexual- though very, very deeply in the closet.
Hunh! I'd never heard that!
It just seems that the whole organization, with its requirement that the boys believe in God, is becoming right-wing Christian, no matter where the meetings are held.
I think it's always been Theist. I remember taking an official oath in the 50s "to do my duty to God and the Queen" - but I don't think it's specifically Christian. It's an international organisation with branches in countries where Christianity is NOT the main religion.
Baden Powell was a man's man who married very late in life. I believe he's on record as having written- probably in private correspondence- that he found girls yukky.
I don't for a moment believe he was actively homosexual. I think he sublimated whatever sexual feelings he may have had in good, clean, manly activities.
There used to be an organisation called The Woodcraft Folk- which was like the Scouts only apapted to the beliefs (or lack of beliefs) of lefty intellectuals. I wonder if its still going?
I was at the national Scout jamboree here in the US in 1977 and met one of Baden-Powell's original scouts from Brownsea Island, at that time just a jolly little old man in a colorful uniform. My memory says he was the last surviving member, but then thirty years plays havoc with memories.
It rained for four days running and the mud - the consistancy of pancake batter - sloshed higher than my ankles everywhere we went. That much I remember all to well.
I started in Scouting at the age of eight and remained very active for thirteen years. I still have mixed feelings about it.
Your old chap must have been in his 80s in 1977- so I suppose he could well have been the last survivor.
According to Ian Hislop a great number of those Brownsea pioneers were killed in the First World War.
That seems about right. I was told how old the fellow was at the time. To a fourteen-year-old, he was as old as God, if not older.
Not surprising that many were killed in the Great War. Makes sense.
Wow, over the edge. I can't picture you in a dinky cap to save my life, though!
I had a little round face and very fair hair.
I can totally picture you now. Hee hee hee.
Me and Joe were in the Children of the Woodcraft Folk for a while. It was a pretty soft endeavour, really. We hung around indoors and did crafts. There was nothing competitive, ie- fun, cos competitive stuff I guess was considered to be 'bad'.
The highlight as I recall it was- they laid out blue mats in a circle on the floor at the start, and me and Joe used to run around them leaping from one to the next, pretending to be Indiana Jones and that to touch the wooden floor would mean being eaten by aligators.
I actually had a whip too, I think, made out of bits of string tied together. As I recall, I could even make it make a cracking sound! That was exhilaratingly fun. But I think it was just mine and Joe's idea, and not particularly condoned.
After that they settled us down to making masks or pottery. Yawn.
Scouting- a friend of mine told us one about a Dragnet thing he was going to do- over 3-4 days, a massive manhunt on the moors or somewhere, camping, sleeping rough, on your own recognizance. Sounds like the thing you describe. He told us scout masters would be hunting them on quad bikes.
I was way jealous.
We didn't go to the Woodcraft folk for long, I think.
That will have been your mother's doing not mine- the Woodcraft Folk, I mean.
I was in the Duke of Edinburgh's Award Scheme- which involved lots of tough guy stuff, like camping out and orienteering. After a year they kicked me out for having achieved exactly nul points.
What a slacker!