4-H Club

I saw a post on facebook today about 4H and I was remembering when I was young, maybe 10 or 11 and belonged to 4H for a couple of years. Maybe it was just one year. I am not good at remembering how long that was some 50 years ago. Seemed like a long time but looking back at what I did it couldn't have been all that long a time.

I learned stuff in 4H. I learned how to bake chocolate chip cookies, and even won a blue ribbon for them at the county fair that year.

I learned I could bake an edible cookie. By the way, that was the first I had ever heard of a chocolate chip cookie. Yes, my life was sheltered. I don't think "sheltered" is the right word. Nothing wrong with chocolate chip cookies and who on earth would want to be sheltered from those little morsels of deliciousness anyway!!!  Truth of the matter was, my dad liked oatmeal raisin cookies and my mom could make the best oatmeal raisin cookies in the world, and that is the only kind of cookie she ever made!

I learned how to knit...a little. Knit, purl, knit, purl. I knitted a little square. Didn't really think I could learn to knit, but I did learn that much, and I'm sure would have learned more if I had stayed in 4H.

I learned a little bit about sewing. This was while I was still in grade school and hadn't had anything classes like Home Ec. yet and my mom didn't sew. So I learned to sew a little. Lay a pattern out on paper, pin it just so, cut it out, sew it up! I didn't even enjoy it then. Thought I was supposed to enjoy it because I was a GIRL, and girls were supposed to like stuff like sewing, weren't they now???

I wanted to take the horsemanship class because I was crazy about horses. Only problem was, I lived right in Bradleyville and didn't have a horse and knew nothing about horses. So, of course, I didn't/couldn't take that class.

We met after school. Had refreshments. Learned skills. Learned good citizenship.