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Before barely allowing me to get the words out in a sweet, cheerful voice, “Would you like to buy some Camp Fire mints?” the woman grumbled while slamming the door in my face. Hurrying back to the car, as a very young girl, I explained to my father that she must have just been having a bad day. I wasn’t a bit bothered by her need to take her crankiness out on me—the cutest little Bluebird. Instead looking up at my daddy with the pure innocence of a child I stated confidently, “I will try again tomorrow.”

The next day I did go back to her door and this time the outcome was much different. Yes, I was tickled. She bought a box of delicious chocolate mint patties from me. Either I won her over with my determination or even more it was my undying faith in mankind. My wonderful marketing skills had paid off. That year I was the youngest Bluebird in Campfire Girls to sell the most candy.

I was thrilled at my accomplishment—I had earned several free weeks at camp. Some of my fondest memories were while at camp. My parents were older and spent a great deal of time traveling for pleasure without me while I was growing up. Camp, a part of my parents’ great-getaway-plan, was delightfully my refuge. I loved singing around the campfire, performing skits after meals, and being comforted by the twinkling starry sky I called a nightlight as we slept outdoors.

After all the wonderful experiences I’d had as a camper, I still distinctly recall this one particular time had more significance than the rest. Calling my parents from the Camp Director’s private telephone, I hinted that I really missed them after just a few short weeks. Sniffling, “No, I am not homesick,” I answered with a little trepidation as if I were trying to convince myself otherwise. I don’t remember if I managed to stay all the weeks or had to leave early. However, I do know it was my camp counselors and the many older, more-seasoned Camp Fire Girls at Camp Maacama in Healdsburg, California that were wonderful encouragers in helping me survive such a long time away from home as the Bluebird with the great sales abilities. It was the most rewarding and adventurous summer of my young life. I believe I am a true inspiration to others that slamming the door in one’s face doesn’t necessarily mean a definite, “No.”

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  • Dave says:

    Fun story, good job

  • Glynn says:

    Great story. These experiences are what teach us and shape us, and what we remember when we’re separated from them by decades.

  • katdish says:

    You’re so right. Not a definite no. And if you’re not afraid to hear no, you tend to get a lot more yes’s. Great story.

  • Bridget says:

    Such determination and courage. No wonder you are doing such an amazing job dealing with all the difficult times you’ve been facing, JoAnne. You are a very strong woman… and it sounds like this is who you’ve always been. Great post!

  • Louise says:

    I love the analogy of the door slamming in your face — and not accepting the no!

    Great story — I felt your sadness and your joy.

    Hugs

    And thanks for dropping in — I’ll look for you next time I’m having a tea party at the bottom of the pool! 🙂

  • Val says:

    Great job…then and now! Those closed doors aren’t there to stop us but to reveal how badly we want what is behind that door. Determination that’s you!!!!
    Love,
    Val

  • kali says:

    I remember that camp. 🙂 Hubby is in Heldsburg/Geyserville right ow helping his mom recover freom a broken hip, ouch.

    Love ya.

  • Julie L. says:

    As usual a great touching story. Hope you and your family are well.

  • Lynn Mosher says:

    Bless your heart! You are a real trooper! Love this! And you! xoxox

  • Thanks for sharing the great memory, a good witness of the power of determination and the faith of a child, which we all could use more of.

  • Lori says:

    I spent years in Camp Fire Girls and loved those peppermint patties – do they still sell those? I went to Camp Namanu in Oregon, but can’t imagine staying for 5 weeks! Thanks for stiring up my memories from those days. Sweet story JoAnne.

  • Nancy Miller says:

    Camp Maacama was a very important part of growing up in the 1950’s, as was selling candy. My mother, a door-to-door sales lady, taught me (after I tried doing it my way) that the biggest, fanciest homes did not house the best customers. She directed me to a street of small bungalows and cottages and that year I won the prize for most boxes of candy sold. For three summers, 57-59 I worked as a counselor; running the dining room, and learning to work with teenagers… in Sherwood Forest. At that time it was very rare for a camper to stay more than ONE week.

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