
02/03/05, 07:40 PM
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Join Date: May 2002
Location: Fl Zones 11
Posts: 8,121
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When the old Scoutmaster of the troop quit, the new boys' dad volunteered to be Scoutmaster, and his friend from church (grandfather age) was 1st assistant scoutmaster. I was 2nd assistant scoutmaster. Remember that Grandfatherbear was not a camper and these gentlemen were totally new to Scouting and had never been members of Florida Trail Association, where I had been active as a local and statewide officeholder for many years.
On the first campout we took the troop on, we all rolled out at dawn and Arnold and Ron looked at me "You're the girl, you fix the coffee" they said.
"You're kidding, right?" I asked "After all, Grandfatherbear brings me my first cup of coffee every morning".
They were not kidding.
I remembered attending the Living History Cow camp at Lake Kissimmee State Park, set in 1874. One thing I remmebered was the cowboy coffee, which was a huge coffeepot with about a half pound of coffee poured in and boiled in the fire, and the grounds settled by pouring cold water in on it.
So I promptly replicated that....
After we got done chewing our breakfast coffee we used the rest of it to scrub the baked on eggs from the camp skillets. I camped with those gentlemen for another 5 years and they were always VERY happy to make the coffee in the mornings!!
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