This post is a little late considering Father’s Day was on Sunday, but since we should honour our parents no matter what time of year it is I thought I’d post this story about my dad anyways.
When I was 7 my parents put me in Brownies. Yes that is incredibly dorky and no I will not be posting a picture in me of my uniform – Poo Brown does not flatter anyone. Brownies is all about developing friendships amongst other girls and learning different life skills but what I remember most is working my ass off to earn badges. It’s funny to think that these days I spend a lot of time “checking in” on Foursquare and GoMiso in attempts to earn online badges like “Horror Movie Fan”. Nothing’s changed!
My favourite badge to earn was for baking. My mom helped me make Irish Soda Bread – I remember the bread tasted AMAZING and I was really psyched to have completed this badge. Thinking about it now I’m sure my mom did all the real work and my responsibilities were limited to stirring the batter and watching the bread rise in the oven. Whatever, I earned it!
For those of you who never experienced the gloriousness of being a Brownie, at the end of each year there is a big banquet where the girls receive the badges they earned. Brownies live for this event as nothing is more important than sewing a new badge onto your sashe. You’d get to walk up on stage, shake the hand of the Den Owl (or Mother Owl… or was it Brown Owl?) and wave to your parents before you’re ushered off.
In 1993 this event was only attended by the mothers. I mean, what dad wants to spend an evening watching 8 year old kids walk up on a podium getting accolades for such tasks as “Helping a Senior Citizen Across the Street.” Answer: MY DAD. My mom was unable to make the event due to work obligations, so Papa Georgio filled in. To his surprise he was the ONLY father in the banquet hall. It’s hard to believe he was the only man in attendance, but it’s absolutely true. If you know my dad you would know that this isn’t something that would faze him.
I don’t have memories of him chatting up the ladies or discussing his favourite crock-pot recipe but what I do remember is walking up onto the stage, looking into the crowd and seeing my dad smiling back at me. I quit Brownies a year later, even as a young child I knew Brownies was kind of lame but I am so happy it gave me this great memory of me and my pop.
What’s your favourite childhood memory involving your parents?