pappy65
Frosty
When I was a cub scout and a patrol boy.
Cub Scouts, for me, was a great time. When I was in Fifth grade, the end of the World War II was still fresh in our minds, and our teacher was a former WAC Captain. We were all in awe of her, good thing too, because for the first time our school was so crowded that Fifth and Sixth grade were held in the same classroom, simultaneously, and our teacher was in charge. She was an amiable disciplinarian and took care of misbehavior in style. One strategy was to make a boy and girl sit together at the same desk if they were caught being out of hand. Desks in those days were wooden, the old inkwell style, with cast-iron legs and a doublewide bench seat that folded up. Her strategy worked on me, because I was at that awkward age when being seated next to a girl, with the whole class watching, was embarrassing. Don't think that would work anymore.
One of my Fifth grade ambitions was to be on school patrol. Usually, fifth grade was the last class in our building, and being the oldest in our elementary school meant that the upper class guarded the school street crossings. School Patrol boys wore white shoulder belts and carried bamboo poles with a red flag attached to halt oncoming traffic, a great responsibility and an honor. Additionally, I loved Cub Scouts.
A classmate recently sent me a photo with me in my Cub Scout uniform and wearing my school patrol boy belt.
Wow! My old friend's father and mother were Scout leaders and made sure we had a good time at our weekly meetings held in the basement of the Christian Church. My mother also served as a Den Mother for our Pack; she always planned an enjoyable craft for our Den, as did all the other mothers. We were a very active group thanks to the support of our parents and our church, something we took for granted at the time, but now realize how fortunate we were.
Seeing this photo brought back these memories. I don't recall having the photo taken, but it appears to be at my classmates old home near the Buick dealership. Probably taken by his mother, or possibly his father or himself. My wife enjoyed seeing me at this age in all my glory as a Cub Scout on School Patrol, another day in paradise.
Frosty
When I was a cub scout and a patrol boy.
Cub Scouts, for me, was a great time. When I was in Fifth grade, the end of the World War II was still fresh in our minds, and our teacher was a former WAC Captain. We were all in awe of her, good thing too, because for the first time our school was so crowded that Fifth and Sixth grade were held in the same classroom, simultaneously, and our teacher was in charge. She was an amiable disciplinarian and took care of misbehavior in style. One strategy was to make a boy and girl sit together at the same desk if they were caught being out of hand. Desks in those days were wooden, the old inkwell style, with cast-iron legs and a doublewide bench seat that folded up. Her strategy worked on me, because I was at that awkward age when being seated next to a girl, with the whole class watching, was embarrassing. Don't think that would work anymore.
One of my Fifth grade ambitions was to be on school patrol. Usually, fifth grade was the last class in our building, and being the oldest in our elementary school meant that the upper class guarded the school street crossings. School Patrol boys wore white shoulder belts and carried bamboo poles with a red flag attached to halt oncoming traffic, a great responsibility and an honor. Additionally, I loved Cub Scouts.
A classmate recently sent me a photo with me in my Cub Scout uniform and wearing my school patrol boy belt.
Wow! My old friend's father and mother were Scout leaders and made sure we had a good time at our weekly meetings held in the basement of the Christian Church. My mother also served as a Den Mother for our Pack; she always planned an enjoyable craft for our Den, as did all the other mothers. We were a very active group thanks to the support of our parents and our church, something we took for granted at the time, but now realize how fortunate we were.
Seeing this photo brought back these memories. I don't recall having the photo taken, but it appears to be at my classmates old home near the Buick dealership. Probably taken by his mother, or possibly his father or himself. My wife enjoyed seeing me at this age in all my glory as a Cub Scout on School Patrol, another day in paradise.