It is an exciting time of year in our Scout Troop and I am still a bit shocked that we have just bridged 12 Webelos into the troop in the last month! I made them stand in front of me for a photo, since in three years most will be taller than my 5’10” (that is really tall for a girl born in 1966!).
Once again I am so lucky and grateful to live in this amazing community, and so appreciative of the cyclical nature of some things. Two of the new scouts (twins) are the sons of a Dad who was once a cub scout in my Dad’s pack back when he was Cub Master in the 1970’s right down the street.
They will hit the terrible disregulation of age 13 right as I turn 50- magic! or not.
My Uncle Brian in the front with his Cub Den, sometime in the early 1950’s.