My father was a Star Scout during the Depression, and when I turned 11 and joined a Scout troop he did as well. Within a short time, he became the Scoutmaster and I learned a lot about Scouting and being a Scoutmaster from him. We shared our names, so when I reentered Scouting (and also became a Scoutmaster), I used his name tag from the ‘60s and his position patch to remind me of his legacy. He did not live to see his grandson become an Eagle Scout, but perhaps one day we will have another Scout leader in the family.
