Last week one of the neighbourhood girls knocked on my door selling her Girl Guide cookies. I got so excited, it is such an American thing. They don't sell cookies in England and for years I have seen it in the movies. I was so thrilled that I was experiencing it myself, a real American tradition.
After looking at the cookies and buying as many as I could, I then bombarded her with questions about the Girl Guides. Asking her about her badges, camp, whether or not they had Brown Owl or indeed Brownies. I then told her to wait there whilst I ran upstairs to get my old Brownie uniform. Being a fellow Girl Guide of sorts, I was so excited to be sharing a bit of history, (they no longer wear this uniform in the Brownies). I flew downstairs with uniform in tow, gushing about each badge I'd achieved and what it all meant. She smiled politely, probably making a mental note to avoid the Mad English woman next time around!!
Can I just say at this point, I am not really sure what my brownie uniform is doing in America, let alone in my wardrobe. When we moved to America, Prince Charming told me to pack only the essentials. I can not tell you how something I used to wear when I was a wee girl slipped into the essentials pile!!
In England you can join the guides at age 4. It is called the Rainbows. Then from the age of 6-11 you are in the Brownies. The leader of the Brownies is called Brown Owl. Once 12 you can join the Girl Guides.
The uniform also consisted of a brown wooly hat and a brown leather belt with purse attached. So many badges, I was such a good little brownie.
The little white man denotes which pack I was in - I was a gnome. I used to be a pixie - green man. The two yellow stripes under the white man means that I was a sixer - I was the leader of the gnome pack. The white strip tells me which brownie pack I was in.
So sweet, I still have the original things in the pockets. A clean hankie, a plaster, a piece of string, a card of drawn maps, two pencils, a 5p coin incase I have to call someone and a little worksheet that I had filled in. All over 30 years old!!
I can still remember the little song we used to sing, whist holding hands and skipping around a toadstool........................
We're brownie friends, we're brownie friends, we're here to lend a hand,
To love our God and serve our Queen and help our home and land,
We're brownie friends, we're brownie friends from North, South, East and West,
We're joined together in this group to try to do our best.
Ahh, those were the days. I can't wait until eldest OL is old enough to get into cub scouts. I will re-live my brownie days through him. Meanwhile, any Girl Guide wanting to sell her cookies, please feel free to knock on my door, I might even sing my brownie song for you!!