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Lefty Mark's avatar

My 1960s Scouting experience was in urban Detroit (my hometown), and later, in urban Grand Rapids. GR back then was still a pretty righteous, God-fearing, Bible-thumping place (although that was changing by the late 60s), but surprisingly, preaching was largely confined to churches (imagine that) and it didn't extend to things like Scouting. At least, not where I was, and I was in a pretty conservative part of town.

I did encounter a few fundies in Scouts in GR, but only a few. Most of my fellow Scouts steered clear of them. I felt sorry for one guy who wasn't very popular, so I befriended him. He was mostly OK, just a regular kid, but then I had the misfortune of meeting his father, who denounced me as a sinner who God would surely punish. (Because he overheard me mentioning that I favored some liberal notions, like racial tolerance and wishing for an end to de facto segregation in housing.) But that was an isolated experience, an outlier.

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Vienna Woods's avatar

Interesting. Now that I think about it, my sons' scout leader was a Mormon. (this is in Canada) I hated being a Scouting mom. My sons didn't give a shit about badges (Yes, they could easily have said, "We don't need no steeenkin badges"), and I always seemed to miss investiture night, which wasn't a huge deal for me or my sons, but made me look like a bad mom. I was SO relieved when they decided to quit. (and they only got involved in the first place because THEY insisted)

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