tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375282411010826952.post5477264895558244416..comments2024-02-21T13:10:21.563-08:00Comments on The New Found Photography: Brownies, and Not the Kind You EatWJYhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14722970911455513434noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375282411010826952.post-43172800654485484682011-06-14T12:04:24.720-07:002011-06-14T12:04:24.720-07:00Loved being a Brownie. Still have some of my pins ...Loved being a Brownie. Still have some of my pins and badges...somewhere. <br /><br />I do not think the Brownies and Girl Scouts are as religious as the Boy Scouts have become. I believe it now has to do with the guys in Texas that run it.Tattered and Losthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00208918251232477186noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3375282411010826952.post-48011100611286776192011-06-13T16:34:45.336-07:002011-06-13T16:34:45.336-07:00Well, I can picture this group of Brownies in a ho...Well, I can picture this group of Brownies in a horror zombie movie where they all come out on the full moon, wielding knives and talking in monotone voices. <br /><br />But I probably say that because I'm jealous of them. More than anything I wanted to become a Brownie - first and foremost because I loved their uniforms, especially the hats. My mother disagreed with one or more of their beliefs, so she wouldn't let me join. Instead I had to become a Bluebird. Their uniforms didn't even compare.Christine H.https://www.blogger.com/profile/09786732494496282743noreply@blogger.com