This
letter is written from a 1940s 12 year old Boy Scout to his parents while he is
visiting cousins for the summer who are not a part of scout programs.
Dear
Mom and Dad,
I’m having so much fun at Aunt Cindy
and Uncle Tim’s house! I spend almost all my time outside with Jake, Randy, and
Carl. We go to the lake a lot and play games and teach each other things that
we learned at school. I keep teaching them about all the things I learned at
Scouts and they thought it was all really fun, but they’re not as good at those
things as I am.
But my Scout Leader Dan told me it was
important that all of us knew how to do things like that because it made us
good warriors and it was how to be truly strong. He said that even though the
Indians didn’t know how to do all the stuff we do they know how to be tough and
brutal but also they can be healers. He called them traditional and said
sometimes it’s good to be traditional. Jake, Randy, and Carl didn’t really
understand, and they just really didn’t wanna be Indians. Jake told me that
they learned at school that that Indians were different from Americans, even
though we all live here, and he really wants to be American. I don’t know if
that’s true, since we’re all here, but I guess it makes sense, because they are
really different from me and Jake and Randy and Carl. It was OK though that
they didn’t want to be Indians with me and I was the only one because I knew
how to make tools and they didn’t. I think everyone should be a Scout- you
should tell Aunt Cindy and Uncle Tim that they should do it to. They’ll learn
how to do a bunch of really natural, old stuff, which is pretty fun.
I have to finish this letter now because
Carl is asking me how to make an arrow and I’m the only one here who knows how.
I miss you and I’ll write soon.
Johnny
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