I think 4-H is such a great program. I was able to get so much out of it – a scholarship (well, I think I ended up with a scholarship from it), a trip to 4-H National Congress in Chicago, a 4-H trip to Washington DC, numerous trips to Purdue to be in the 4-H band during Roundup, winning a sewing machine one year, and gazillions of ribbons. All this and I’m not even mentioning the skills I learned through my projects: cooking, sewing, child development, crafts, you name it.
I remember the annual Share The Fun drama event, where our club put together some type of skit. Particularly memorable was the time Kathy and I had to dress as soldiers and hobble across stage with a flag in a reenactment of the famous Iwo Jima scene. I remember feeling ridiculous, and I’m sure the effect wasn’t quite the moving spectacle it was meant to be.
My 4-H memories include a period where I became so interested in forestry that I felt compelled to label trees as we drove by them … my devotion to my childcare project notebook was exceeded only by my devotion to Jennifer Green, a little girl at church who I was thrilled to babysit for the project.
This past Monday night when the girls were anxiously awaiting their foods judging, I told them that although I’d gotten many blue ribbons, the ones I most remembered were the reds: the year I made banana bread and it was too mushy (was the banana too big? horrors!), my year in geology where I confused shale and slate, and my childcare project where I made a crib mobile with button eyes on the elephants and the judge feared a baby would pull them off (those darn judges! Didn’t they read in my notebook that I had specifically thought of that and therefore had carefully and thoroughly sewn them on? Guess not … oh well, all three of my girls used and loved the mobile).
Were you in 4-H? If so, what do you remember about it?