tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044871296266283992.post6848617360011812037..comments2023-08-28T17:56:08.654-04:00Comments on ruth.the.writer: S'mores, Scouts and Summer Campruth.the.writerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09854940988819225116noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044871296266283992.post-62179367593832650002017-04-17T20:04:43.584-04:002017-04-17T20:04:43.584-04:00Thanks for your comments, Betty! It was a wonderfu...Thanks for your comments, Betty! It was a wonderful time, wasn't it?ruth.the.writerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09854940988819225116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044871296266283992.post-54502215657839859372017-04-12T21:17:20.842-04:002017-04-12T21:17:20.842-04:00I spent 4 summers at Camp Margery Daniel's. Ca...I spent 4 summers at Camp Margery Daniel's. Can't tell you hoe often my mind goes back there. I'd spend 2 weeks. My mother would drive from the south end of West Palm Beach, to take the Catholic girls to Mass in Hobe Sound. Remember taps, singing grace, the manatees, the peacocks, etc. Of course, this was in the 50's when life was so much easier. Thanks for the memories!!<br /><br /><br />Betty Thomas Callandernoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044871296266283992.post-45737071898134705262013-01-06T16:55:09.887-05:002013-01-06T16:55:09.887-05:00Hi, Paul: I'm glad you enjoyed the story! My d...Hi, Paul: I'm glad you enjoyed the story! My daughter had the same "tag along" experience with her brother's Cub Scout troop. Not necessarily a bad thing, huh? I didn't remember the palmetto hats until you mentioned it - I think I'll experiment and see if I can whip one up :) Thank you for sharing your memories!ruth.the.writerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09854940988819225116noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1044871296266283992.post-63036811449805653842013-01-05T18:06:17.285-05:002013-01-05T18:06:17.285-05:00Nice story. My mother was a scout leader in the &#...Nice story. My mother was a scout leader in the '50s in Jacksonville (my older sister was a scout) and since dad traveled for a living, I was the only boy who was allowed to come along, as sort of the troop mascot, on their camping trips. Mom showed the girls how to make "sterno" stoves and fuel out of cans, cardboard and and parrafin, and some of the girls earned seweing badges by stiching together tents. I remember sitting around watching the girls weave hats from palmetto leaves at camp cho win wa(sp?).<br />Thanks for bringing back some fond memories. paultardhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12455617143671058685noreply@blogger.com