|I'm talking to my childhood doctor and another Scouter friend of Dad's (neither LDS) who also served as a foster Grandpa.|
I can't remember the name of the kid on the left, but the one bending over was a good friend and already an Eagle.
Wyoming wasn't all bad, just most of it. I'm still not sure if we ever fully recovered. For my part, I was lucky enough to escape to college before all my idealism was completely ground into the sterile, caliche soil.
Back to that sixteen-year-old Eagle. Scouting was my Dad's life. He went to college and developed talent in art but felt the need to find a profession to raise a family. Youth Leadership was brand new at BYU and remembering an admired Scoutmaster and a fantastic trip to the 1950 National Jamboree at Valley Forge, Pennsylvania, my Dad took Scouting on as a career. He wanted to make a difference in the lives of young men. It was a lifestyle profession for all of us.
I would not have become an Eagle but for the support, encouragement, and some nagging of my parents. I had been in modest, teenage rebellion, but I came out of it mature enough to accept the importance of the Eagle not only for my Dad and Mom but for myself. I enjoyed many parts of it. Of particular effect were the Citizenship Merit Badges, Community, Nation, and World, drudgery for many, and sending me on a path for college studies and an ultimate profession in civil service and the Law.
There are many things in life for which we are responsible and many that are given us for good or ill for which we bear no responsibility. Eagle Scout was part my responsibility and in great part given to me. And that was for the good. Rock Springs was not my responsibility and it was not good. So my duty is to forgive even if forgetting is impossible.
It was a big burden for that sixteen-year-old. It's no less for an older man 43 years later. It helps to let it out.
|A created scene at one of the good parts of Wyoming. Lake New Fork, Wind River Mountains, near Pinedale.|
My Dad did this acrylic just after I left for Brazil. I sit alone on the far right. The dark clouds are significant.