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By Walter Day
Rappahannock News Contributing Writer * I happened to see a fund raiser for the Boy Sobuts last Saturday. It brought back treasured memories. But first there is no memory! of anyone having to raise money. I do not recall there being any need for money. Scout Masters were volunteer adults and churches furnished meeting places. If you earned a little money you bought the kerchief. The next bife buy would be the hat. I never got a hat. ‘ There was one kid that had the whole outfit, clear down to his socks — even a bugle. He was also the only kid in the county that went to the big Jamboree in New York, that was in 1936-?. I secretly hoped that my grand dad would put up the money for me. I always tl^bught he was rich. That was the Depression days and I found many years later that he was having a real hard time. * I really envied the kid that had it all. Fdrty-five years later I saw him. I was pleased to discover that he never amounted tojmuch, and he was still called “Buster.” J My brother Jim, a year older, and I, probably had more pleasant memories from belonging the Scouts than anything else in oiir youth. The rest of the time we were hoeihig beans, picking potatoes or cutting wood fop the kitchen stove. But three summers we went to camp. t In the state of Idaho there were no organized camps (probably the reason we did not h$ve to raise money). But one thing Idaho hfid was plenty of primitive wilderness. The
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