I'm not sure what got me to thinking about Camp Fire Girls and Girl Scouts. Oh, wait, yes I do remember now. I was thinking back over my life and how different things that seemingly "happened" to me have affected my life. More and more I'm believing things don't just "happen."
Now, back to the subject. When I was in the 5th grade at Pioneer Elementary School in Artesia, CA, someone recruiting for the Camp Fire Girls came to our classroom to sign up girls who wanted to join. I wanted to join, but I was not quite old enough at the time. I thought that was silly, but that was the way it was. Later in the year someone came around from the Girl Scouts to sign up girls. Guess what? I was old enough, so I signed up. I wasn't entirely happy about it though. I really wanted to be in Camp Fire. Why? Pretty silly reason I guess, but I liked their uniforms better - navy blue skirts, white blouses and red scarves. I wasn't attracted at all to the green girl scout uniforms. I had been a Brownie a few years before so you would think I would want to be a Girl Scout.
Now, why do I think I was meant to be in Girl Scouts? I have no idea where the other group met, but our Girl Scout troop met in the Methodist Church building across the street from our school. Up until this time I knew nothing about churches and had never attended any church although my mother told me she took me to Sunday School when I was very young - too young to remember anything at all about it. The church building the Girl Scouts met in got me interested in church and when I found out they had a church bus and I could ride it and go to church there I asked my mother if I could do that. She told me that if I wanted to go to church, she would take me to the Church of Christ. She was a member of that church and although she hadn't gone in years, that's where she wanted to take me, so we found out the C of C had a bus also and we both, my mother and I plus a neighbor friend, started riding the bus to the C of C. Now, to make a long story short, I became a believer in that little church in Artesia, and when we moved to Norwalk, just a few miles away, we started going to the church there. That was back in the 1940s. I have missed very few Sundays attending church from that time till this.
How about you? Were you a Girl Scout or a Camp Fire Girl? I would like to hear your story.
