When I was young, I read this books called "Adventures in 4-H" about a brother and sister who made it all the way to the State Fair! He raised "baby beeves" and she sewed, I believe. It was probably written in the 50's or 60's, but it made me fascinated with the 4-H. I entered the fair without the 4-H one year, though... the woman who lived in the apartment above my babysitter had us all enter these fairy tale dioramas we made with clothespin dolls. It was really quite fun, but I love crafts.
Actually, it makes me a little sad that my neice is too impatient for crafts, as I would love to do them with her. Unfortunately, her vision outpaces her skill and she gets frustrated and so doesn't like it. I identify with that, but somehow I was able to get over it, as I was definitely making my dolls clothes, knitting and crocheting by the time I was her age (eight).
oh, msbelle, that's sad.
Dr. Berry says hi, lisah!
hey Dr. Berry! Hope I don't see you soon!
I think he was really happy to see me to tell me nothing was wrong!
I miss Molly Ivin too.
4-H is definitely stil active, Sophia
Also, the national Girl Scout organization is very progressive, but of course on the local level, a lot depends on the volunteers.
One of the Boy Scout board members my mom used to deal with made a prejudiced comment about not wanting his food handled by the queers at Cracker Barrel (oh, the irony!). I believe her response may have actually blistered the flesh away from his skull.
My feeling about it is the Boy Scouts are perfectly free to admit and associate with whomever they wish, and they're also free to take the consequences of people's reaction to their bigoted practices. I hate having to tell hopeful teens that I'm not going to buy their popcorn or help their pledge drives, but that organization will never get another penny of my money.
I'm wearing inside pants and sushi socks, AIFG.
OH! MY INSIDE PANTS ARE CLEAN! I CAN CHANGE!
ASSCAPS OF RELIEF!*
* so fine, my outside pants today were also PJ pants, but inside pants are acceptable to wear commando for comfort where outside pants are not.
Thank you all for the birthday wishes. I had a lovely, lovely day. Nice long meals, some cooking (bolognese sauce), sitting around in front of a fire and chatting/knitting, and a wee splurge at Lush.
All in all, an excellent way to start a new decade.
And now, I am in my inside pants and about to fix myself a whiskey and soda.
