Brownies is a wonderful program for girls aged seven to ten. Teaching hands-on experience in developing young girls minds, self-esteem, relationships, fitness, community and service projects and lifestyle choices.
I’ve promised myself always to do my best and have always been true to my beliefs. I remember the brown uniform and orange and white scarf like it was yesterday. I couldn’t wait to fill my sleeve with Brownie badges, small tokens of encouragement in jobs well done in cooking, cleaning, communications, fire building, team work, community service and self-improvement.
Brownies are taught to always be prepared, and this is a lesson I’ve taken with me my entire life. I’ve always carried a lighter, just in case of extreme disaster I can light a fire and to always carry an up-to-date passport, because you never know when the next adventure may come knocking.
They taught me important life skills such as: how to boil water, never talk to strangers unless that stranger was in a police uniform, they taught us songs like duck, duck goose and the Brownie Smile Song. They advocated travel and camping, learning and adventures, scavenger hunts, bird watching and an abundance of physical activities to tire any seven-year old out.
But above all Brownies taught me to sew. Who else was going to sew all those golden badges on my sleeve? I had to, or maybe my Mom did, but for the sake of this article and being a good Brownie, I sewed all my golden badges to my Brownie uniform.
I hadn’t used my skills as Brownie seamstress until decades later, and thought I was safe from the annoying pin prick of the needle until Husband asked, several times to sew patches on his work jeans.
I put the job off indefinitely in hopes Husband would find a different pair of work pants to work in. But he kept asking, and I continued to remind him that I AM CANADIAN, and Canadian girls don’t sew. Or do we?
I’d had enough when Husband asked for the umpteenth time, finding an old pair of jeans to cut into, I began the task of patching holes in knees.
This is what happens when you ask an ex-Brownie Canadian who hasn’t sewed patches (except for the Canadian flag on my backpack) in her entire life.
Where you a Brownie? What do you remember from your Brownie years? And how have you carried it with you in your life?