This was originally posted in 2008, but a friend’s problem with the Girl Scouts reminded me of my own problem with the Girl Scouts and specifically with the United Way. I’m sure many Scouts love selling cookies and I’m sure many of you depend on the United Way to help support various worthwhile agencies and clubs, but my experience with both Scouts and United Way has not been outstanding. This is why I donate services instead of money; I target specific places I want to help support and I get in my car and drive there and work hard and support them. But give them money? I don’t.
Prove me mistaken. Please? I want you to, because disillusionment isn’t a fun place to dwell.
Mamacita says: I was looking through my jewelry box tonight and I found my Girl Scout stars and badges and pins. I was a Brownie, and then a real Girl Scout, and I absolutely loved it until sixth grade, when Scout Headquarters decided to mix ages and put together all-new troops with various levels in each.
This sucked, so I quit. All the older girls quit. It meant we could no longer go bowling, because the little kids had to be watched and taught. It meant the end of our going for the badges because we were expected to help the little girls earn theirs. It meant we could no longer hang out in the Public Service kitchen downtown and cook stuff, because the little kids had to be watched and shown how to do everything. And watched.
We were being used as babysitters and we didn’t like it.
That Public Service kitchen was awesome. We had loved going there, even though our scout leader’s idea of teaching upper elementary girls to cook consisted of “how to read the instructions on a box of cake mix.” I was genuinely shocked to discover that there were girls my age who didn’t know how! I mean, seriously, how stupid could they get? Yes, I was compassionate even in my youth.
Twelve-year-old girls who had never cracked an egg. Twelve-year-old girls who didn’t know how to measure water. I was horrified. I’m still horrified.
I still have my Public Service pin, too. I’m almost afraid to ask, but does anybody else out there remember. . . . Reddy Kilowatt?
As a lovingly handled my pins, I remembered my last contact with the Girl Scouts. It was in the eighties, when my daughter was in lower elementary school. I taught in a small rural K-8 school, one of three middle schools in a large system, and the only one that was wayyyy out in the country, miles from any kind of business. Next door on one side was a cow pasture. On the other side was a cemetery.
There really wasn’t much of anything for the little girls to do, so I thought about becoming a Brownie leader and organizing a troop of Sara’s friends and classmates, meeting every week right there in the school so their parents wouldn’t have to drive all the way to town, and re-creating the fun experience I’d had as a Brownie, myself. We were so poor that I was cutting up my dresses to clothe Sara for school, but my time would be free. I’d been giving to the United Way for years, and they would pay for supplies, etc., right?
It didn’t happen.
I called Girl Scout Headquarters and asked how one went about doing this. The woman I spoke with was ECSTATIC that I wanted to be a Scout leader. She proceeded to tell me that my list of girls would be waiting at the office, and oh, I should find a meeting place in town because that would be central, and oh, I needed to find a business to sponsor us, and oh, when could we start selling cookies?
I had a few questions. The first one was, what list of girls? I had a list of girls, well over twenty. “NO NO,” she said. “We have a waiting list of girls. Your own daughter may join them, of course, but the rest will have to be put on another waiting list.” I could feel the pulse begin to pound in my neck.
My second question was, what do you MEAN, a business to sponsor us? I’d been giving to the United Way for years; I thought that was paying for Brownies, etc. in my community. “Well, no,” she said. “The United Way doesn’t pay for anything concerning the individual troops.”
My third question: Where is all this United Way money I’ve been donating, believing I was sponsoring scout troops, paying for craft materials, refreshments, etc, actually going, then? “It all goes to Corporate,” she replied.
My fourth question: Am I buying carpet and wall art, and paying salaries and benefits and retirement, for Corporate, with my donations? Why am I buying carpet and wall art and paying salaries for an organization that then tells its individual troops they have to solicit businesses for craft supplies and refreshments?
“Um, if you’ll give me your name and phone number, ma’am, I’ll have someone call you tonight.”
You do that.
Later that night. . . “Rinnnng.”
“I feel there has been a misunderstanding regarding your desire to be a Brownie leader?” I’m hoping, so, yes. “We already have several lists of girls who need a leader, so we’re hoping you’ll agree to do that. They’re all in town. When can you start selling cookies?”
I prefer to lead a troop out in the country, right in my classroom, immediately after school. I have a list of over twenty little girls.
“I’m afraid that wouldn’t work out for the girls on our lists. They all live in town and really prefer a central meeting place. When can you start selling cookies?”
I’d be happy to include some of the town girls in my troop, but I have twenty names of little girls right here already in the school building.”
“I’m afraid that isn’t possible. We already have lists of girls right there in your town. When can your new troop begin selling cookies?”
I don’t live in town. I live out in the country, fairly near the school. The little girls on my list all live out in the middle of nowhere, and after school in our building would be perfect for them, and for me. Now, please tell me about soliciting a business to pay for what I thought the United Way covered.
“I hope this won’t in any way compromise your opinion of the United Way, ma’am. The money they collect is all sent to corporate and distributed among the qualifying agencies; they don’t support individual local Scout troops. Local Scout troops must ask a bank or store to sponsor them.”
Then why are the Scouts on the list of local supported United Way clubs and agencies?
“Um, ma’am, why don’t I have a United Way representative call you and explain?”
Don’t bother.
A frantic woman from the United Way called me the next night, but I wasn’t interested.
I give to many local charities, agencies, and clubs, but I do not give to the United Way. I had never been so disillusioned in my life. I do it all individually now. And as I said before, I usually donate services so I know for a fact exactly where my “donation” goes.
If anybody can explain all of this to me, I’d really love to hear it, because even though it was years ago, the memory still makes me furious. Is it still like this? Please say no.
Until I find out otherwise, I’m not signing up for United Way. I’ll continue to donate services and goods to specific places.
Administrators can buy their own carpet and wall art.
Mamacita says: Happy New Year, dear friends. The first day of 2015 finds me sicker than I’ve been in many a year and hoping none of you have the flu.
to explain it to Sally Albright, but his explanation was more desperation than fact. Robert Burns could be like that. Remember, you’ve quoted a line from his poem about a louse crawling on a woman’s hair all your adult life: “O wad some Power the giftie gie us, To see oursels as ithers see us!” (You do NOT need that translated, right?) I thought not.
poem. It was set to music years later. (traditional folk melody.)
For auld lang syne (for the days of long ago.)
For auld lang syne (For the days of long ago)
Mamacita says: I love these days leading up to Christmas more than any other time of the year. I love the planning. I love the baking. I love the making lists and checking them twice. I love the shopping, which I actually do all year long. I love Amazon Prime, which gives me free 2-day shipping. I love wrapping the boxes and decorating them with ribbons and glittery things. I love the Christmas music blasting (at 11, of course) from Spotify and iTunes and plain old cd’s. I love getting out and using the Christmas plates and bowls and glasses. I love making my house look like a Christmas card. I love welcoming people into my home and sharing everything I have with them. I love watching Christmas movies, which I’m doing all afternoon, in fact; welcome to my Dickens’ A Christmas Carol marathon. I know the book by heart, thanks to my father (Daddy, what’s a doornail and how can it be dead?) and I’m quite critical of any movie version that takes too many liberties.
Mamacita says: It’s been a while since I’ve done Quotation Saturday. I’ve missed it. I hope you have, too. So often, we struggle with what to say about things we feel deeply and sincerely about, and then we find that someone else has said it for us, perfectly. Thank you, dear people who help me express myself by your example.![Grinch[1]](https://www.janegoodwin.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/12/Grinch1-150x150.jpg)
back) from them. And if they’re nice and do what’s right, nobody will ever know they’re Grinch-y. I’m sorry for their children, though.
Mamacita says: It’s getting closer. IT’S GETTING CLOSER.
hits us below the belt, but we can always control the way we deal with it. Most of us go up and down, back and forth, hot and cold with our reactions; even-keeled people are rare and actually rather boring. But whether we reel from the blows and get back up, or stay down and cover our heads and wait for more, is up to us. We’ve all been there. We’re all tired. None of us has enough time. It’s easier to let others do it; we’ll just look at their windows.
before Christmas isn’t called a ‘night,’ it’s called ‘eve,’ and Christmas morning isn’t called ‘morning,’ it’s ‘morn.’ Eve and morn: two special words to highlight two special times. All the other times of the year have mornings and evenings, and New Year’s has “eve,” but only Christmas has both eve and morn.