All posts tagged: Brownies

In My Brain Today: There’s an App (mag) for That!

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By Leslie Lindsay My daughter is in Brownies.  She wears that brown vest plastered with patches and sings songs about smiles in pockets and friends being the color of precious metals.  She takes hikes and pets snakes at nature preserves.  She loves it.  She also participates in the fall fundraiser (don’t get me started on fundraisers…that’s a whole other blog post).  Don’t get your hopes up too much: the fall fundraiser is not the infamously tasty cookies.  It’s nuts and magazines.  That’s cool.  Good timing for holiday gift-giving. So, last weekend my hubby and I sat sipping coffee after a leisurely breakfast (our darling daughters were creating a toy bomb in the basement playroom)–magazine catalog spread on the table. “Who can we give a magazine gift subscriptions to?” we mused. Well, let me tell you–a printed publication (I think we used to call those magazines), exists for just about every interest, hobby, age-group, whatever your little heart desires, it’s there.  From Family Handyman to Civil War Chronicals to Bird &  Garden.  Heck, there was even something about guns and …

The Teacher is Talking: “Here Come the Girl Scouts!”

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By Leslie Lindsay You may remember them as the Pollyanna sort of group who sang cheesy campfire songs and wore brown uniforms to school.  And you would be right–the Daisys/Brownies/Girl Scouts are a postive group of girls who sing songs–but they also do a whole lot more.  In fact, 2012 marks the 100th anniversary of the organization established by Juliette “Daisy” Gordon Low.  As a former Brownie myself, I had some ideas–misconceptions, even–of the organization.  And when my friend/neighbor became a troop leader, I was encouraged to think about it even more.  You see, my oldest daughter is the exact age I was when I became a member of the Brownies.  I wanted her to have some of the same experiences.  Think back to 1912.  It was the height of the Victorian era in the U.S.  Little girls were meant to be seen and not heard.  They wore dresses and crept around quiet as mice, unless of course they were practicing the piano.  Their mother’s didn’t even have the right to vote.  And they certainly weren’t …