Because
of this web site, some lovely stories have come my way:
- In a city somewhere across America
is a bench dedicated to a Camp Fire Leader. As a
young woman, she bicycled each way to and from
the school where she taught and where she held
her Camp Fire meetings and where she ran Camp
Fire summer day camps. As she got a little older,
she gave up the bike and walked over two hours,
each way, to and from the school. As she grew
old, and tired, she would say that there was no
place to stop and rest, but she never stopped
walking back and forth, every single day. When
she passed away, the community put up the bench
and a memorial plaque.
- An executive director for a Camp
Fire Council got a phone call one day from old
Camp Fire alumna. The alumna wanted to be
reminded of the words to the "Camp Fire
Prayer." She was old, and ill, and planning
her funeral. She was remembering the Camp Fire
Law as a "prayer," and she wanted to
have it sung at her funeral. Her memory had lost
the words from all the years ago when she was a
young woman, and she wondered if the lady at the
Camp Fire office could help. The "Camp Fire
lady" began singing:
"Worship God ... ... ... Seek beauty,
give service, and knowledge pursue. Be
trustworthy ever, in all that you do. Hold fast
onto health, and your work glorify. And you will
be happy, in the law of Camp Fire."
And the old lady began to sing as if she'd
sung the words only the day before. Camp Fire had
been everything to this woman; as she neared the
end of her time on earth, she wanted to leave
those words with others who would be at her
funeral.
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