
Mom in her girl scout leader's uniform and I'm a Brownie and Pam...she's a toddler. Mom was the girl scout leader, she was completely committed and me, Sandy, I could never see much in it. To me, scouting could not compare with the library. I endured the activities, I wanted to get back to read my books.
My mother made a deal with the parents regarding my younger sister. She agreed to be the troop leader but she was not going to arrange babysitting. Every parent had to agree to take their turn caring for 3 year old Pam during the meetings, there was a signup sheet. Some parents came over, some couldn't be bothered and hired a babysitter to come to the house. As a result, my sister knew lots and lots of moms and had homes all over the neighborhood.
But my mother was proud to have us in our uniforms. Look how thin she was around the waist, wow. Hated that one piece uniform, kind of scratchy and uncomfortable.
Ironically my two younger daughters are completely committed scouts. I never pushed it, they could be a girl scout if they wanted, I guess. At ages 17 and 21, they just returned from a summer as staff members at the local girl scout camp. Ilana is president of Campus Girl Scouts. It's just natural for them. Heredity, I am sure.
Picture is in the Arden Park home backyard. You can see the back of the workshop, I think there were some storage cabinets. The vista is so open, over the fence and off into valley, sun baked semi-arid land. I think landscaping and irrigation has changed the landscape for now.