Must mean “Scouts of America”?
Beautiful, Dave.
My Mom’s & Dad’s Family lived in York and Emigsville, so our Family came back for 2 week visiting in the 50s & 60s.
I moved back for good in 1990; Sis moved back in 2013, from SF. Mom passed in May 2012; Dad in August 2018, at 94.
I was in the BSA in the 50s & early 60s, Troop 7, Arlington Hts, IL, attaining Eagle and Vigil Order of The Arrow in 1963. My Dad and Mom were active in both BSA and GSA, with me and my Sister.
The BSA years were some of the best I had.
After college, I went to work professionally on local and national staffs, for the BSA for 5yrs, to pay it ahead for my wonderful years.
May your Dad Rest In Peace, for all that he did for Scouting.
Terrific story. Yes, when times were better IMO
You, me and most others here were so fortunate to be blessed with wonderful fathers.
May they all we’ve lost RIP
Conservative Boy Scout Alternatives
https://wehavekids.com/youth-programs/Conservative-Boy-Scout-Alternatives
A very nice homage to your father.
Thank you for sharing.
Our Scoutmaster at the Lutheran Church was Mr. Rosenblum (sp?). A great Scoutmaster and super knowledgable guy.
Missing a leg from WWII, also very good at wheelchair basketball.
They had a rattlesnake roundup at Camp Dan Beard and Mr Rosenblum only had to be careful of one leg, the other was a prosthetic!
No, not a Lutheran, yes Jewish and I never heard a word of it; except when he was occasionally asked.
My family was travelling back to our home in AL from my father's parent's home in ME in the summer of 1960. We stopped in Washington D.C. to tour what was then called the Smithsonian Institute. Amazing what I can still remember of that tour at 5 yoa. I recall seeing a diorama of life-sized mannequins in honor of the Four Chaplains. It is special to learn all these decades later that Rabbi Goode had a connection to the BSA.
stain glass window at the Pentagon
John 15:13 (NIV, 2011) Greater love has no one than this: to lay down ones life for ones friends.
My Scouting youth days, 1964-1972, were a grand experience. We lived in the segregated South and had no cause to wonder otherwise. Decades later I learned how white troops and black troops were segregated to attend different summer camps within the same council area.
When it came time for me to do my time with a troop as an adult volunteer, 1981-1990, I was in NC. We had 2 black families who had sons in our troop. It all seemed natural at that time. As it turned out, my residential development in Pfafftown, NC, was named Dorchester.
The interfaith worship services started becoming somewhat problematic in the 1990s. Frankly, no one really had an idea how to do them well because most of the youth members were Christians.