BOY SCOUT TROOPS in Scotland

This weeks Sepia Saturday theme is scouting. Though I was in scouting for a few years as a Brownie and Girl Scout, by the time I was heading into junior high I got out of it. I have one photo, which I have misplaced, of me in my Brownie uniform with my troop, and my best friend, taken either aboard a submarine or a destroyer, I can't remember which. We visited both at different times in Pearl Harbor.

The following real photo post cards come from my paternal grandparents collection. My grandfather was a scout master in Motherwell, Scotland. He is not in either of the troop photos. I have no idea who any of the people are, though I've always laughed that the one short fellow in the back row of the first photo looks like a scared Roger Daltry.

To see more scouting ephemera visit my site Tattered and Lost Ephemera to see some pages from the 1960 American Boy Scout Handbook.

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SERENADE, oh so blue

I haven't a logical clue about what is going on here. The young lady seems to have been interrupted while reading a book by two guys wishing to serenade her. Could she look less interested? And no, it really is that blurred.

Our bored lady appears to be leaning on an organ and..there's a tiny tiny Girl Scout in the background. Say what? A munchkin on the organ? You don't get to say that everyday.

And I see that the violinist is in uniform. Marching band? Were there ever marching bands with violins? Oh man, I'd love to see that at the Rose Parade. Violins and violas attempting to march down the boulevard behind a float of a fire breathing dragon that's gone awry. Happy New Year indeed!

This image, an RPPC, comes from the same place as yesterdays. The summer fun box from my best friend.