Girls Scouts of America are starting their annual cookie sale in our area. Whenever the cookie sales begin, it always brings back the best memories and I want to share one with you here.
As a young girl growing up as an 'army brat', I have consistently fond memories of participating in Girl Scouts of America. It was one of the things I knew I could count on no matter where I moved to next. It truly is a world wide organization.
My best recollections include Brownies when my mom was the leader. I recall the brown uniforms, sashes - yes even the brown felt beanie hats. The story of the elf who helped the poor cobbler and how that relates to being a good Girl Scout will be forever ingrained in my memory.
Then, when my sister and I progressed to the next level we donned our green sashes and proudly displayed all our badges and pins. We have fantastic memories of Girl Scout camping trips, especially, when living in Oklahoma where my dad was stationed at Fort Sill.
Those camping trips weren't cheap for a family with two girls close to the same age. There was one camp that we particularly wanted to attend that summer in the worse way. Camp Kate Wood was the best Girl Scout camp around. It was a week long camp that would allow us time away from home and fun times with hundreds of other girls our own age.
My dad told my sister and I that if we wanted to go bad enough, we would have to earn it through our cookie sales. Girl Scouts, at that time, could earn money towards a summer camp of their choice. I believe the week long camp cost was around $75. Our dad told us that he would help by taking our sales sheets to work with him and he would try and match what we sold on our own. We thought, wow, dad had access to an entire army company for sales, we would get to work right away. I know to this day that my dad was probably somewhat sure that we wouldn't meet our goals.
That's all it took, parents' permission and the desire to go camping for a whole week - without parents. I remember my sister and I combing the streets of Lawton, Okla. without skipping a single house or apartment complex in our area. Admittedly, dad's matching helped quite a little. However, he was not able to quite match what we sold, and as a result, the majority of the sales were our own. We took turns at each door we knocked on. We had done it, selling 300 boxes of cookies each.
Now every mom knows there comes a day when the staggering impact of their children's accomplishments become reality - it was delivery day. We still laugh with hilarity at the sight of my mom's VW Baja Bug filled to the brim with boxes and more boxes of cookies.
We had boxes in the trunk space, the space behind the back seat to the ceiling, the back seat itself to the ceiling, floor boards to ceiling, even the front passenger side floor was full of cookies. My sister and I shared the front seat as my mom quickly drove us home before we got pulled over for multiple traffic violations.
Even better was the look on my dad's face when he noticed our wares stacked in the garage. He merely shook his head in amazement and smiled, then talked about starting to shop for the camping gear we would need. I know my sister and I were just busting with pride in our accomplishment and dad's praise.
When all was said and done and the cookies were safely delivered, it was worth every effort. My sister and I made it to camp, we learned we could accomplish anything we set our minds to, and best of all, we have the funniest memory of delivery day.
I am not aware of what the current prizes are for the Girls Scouts these days. Regardless of the prize, your support of Girl Scouts goes way beyond money when you buy those legendary cookies.