It’s Girl Scout cookie time. I bought a couple of boxes a few days ago. The Scouts were in a prime spot, outside Lunardi’s Supermarket. Location is everything. I remember standing in front of Safeway with Ariela and her troop. She used her communication device to call out to customers, “Girl scouts cookies. Would you like to buy some Girl Scout cookies?” Her digitized voice sounded like a girl’s version of Stephen Hawking. People stopped. Then another member of her troop would swoop in to close the sale.
While I waited outside Lunardi’s for one scout to show another how to charge my credit card, I asked them, “How’s business?” The mother (There’s always an adult at the cookie table.) said they were doing well.
“I was the cookie chair for years,” I told her. “For my daughter’s troop.”
The mother smiled. “And where is your daughter now?” she asked.
I hesitated.
“She died,” I said.
The mother got up from her stool, came around the cookie table, and gave me a hug.
“I have many fond memories of the Girl Scouts,” I told her.
Cookie chair was a huge headache. I had to call the girls several times to turn in their orders, and to pick up their cookies, and to collect the payments, and to turn in the money. Lots of calls and pick-ups and deliveries and nagging and a house full of cookies and tallies that never added up. I don’t regret a minute of it.
Once a week, Ariela donned her green vest with all the badges and joined a group of girls her age for meetings and hikes and service projects and fun. Ariela was always included and accepted along with all the other girls. Girl Scouts has long been committed to full inclusion and nondiscrimination. How many other organizations deliver on that promise?
Girl Scout cookies aren’t gluten-free, dairy-free, or nut-free. They have lots of calories, sodium and carbs. Buy them anyway. The money goes to help girls develop important life skills and to do good work in our community and beyond. I could tell you they’re yummy, but you know that. No Girl Scouts in your neighborhood? You can buy your cookies online. You’ll want to stock up. When Ariela was in Girl Scouts, we ran out of Samosas. Avoid this tragedy. Get yours while they last.
What a beautiful memory. Thank you for sharing. Just today I was discussing my love for Girl Scout cookies and why I don’t buy them anymore (complete lack of self control when eating them). Thank you for reminding me that I should buy them anyway. That they are more than cookies.
Thanks, Meghen.
I wish I could eat them. Allergies keep us apart. Great for gifts.
I miss your writings. So happy you wrote one on one of my favorite topics- cookies.
I, too, was moved by the hug the mom gave you. Nice to know that once you’re in the organization, no matter how big of a pain it was, to know that Ariela was welcomed and learned great lessons is warming.
Looking forward to more!
Thanks, Kim.
Thanks, Lynn.
This story is wonderful. So relateable, Doesn’t every girl know what the cookie campaign is like. I was so moved by the hug the Mom gave you and how beautifully you wrote about it.
I love your writing and authenticity Harriet! And thanks for the reminder to support the orgs that truly make a difference.
Thanks. Back in the day, inclusive groups weren’t easy to find.
OH, Harriet. This is precious. I have two Girl Scout granddaughters and two aspiring ones. I am always amazed at what you can do and have done!
Sweet story. You always made sure she had interesting and lively activities happening…
The Girl Scouts offered so many activities. When Ariela was in GS, I didn’t have to look far.
More, More…great!
Thanks, Ken. Your encouragement means a lot.
I loved being a Girl Scout and buy cookies every year So glad Ariela loved it too Have a great time in Seattle Peggy
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Thanks, Peggy.
I bought Ariela’s cookies…Thin Mints and the Peanut Butter Patties. I love this memory, too.
Yes, you were one of her loyal customers.
Thank you for another reminder on how I should cherish even the grumpy moments with my son.
And yes, Thin Mints should be categorized as a drug, a good one.
Grumpy is funny, in retrospect.
As one cookie chair to another — go, Girl Scouts! Great memories of Girl Scouts — except not so much the cookie chair gig.
From one veteran cookie chair to another . . . . I don’t remember it quite as fondly, but I do remember working with the girls, and that was the fun part. Girl Scouts is a great organization — and I plan to buy way too many boxes of cookies this year. Can’t seem to go past a set-up without buying at least one.
Well, don’t eat them all at once.
Great piece, sweet memory… Your daughter sounds like she was a real peach!
Thanks. She was.
This time I cried aloud, something that rarely happens. Love your stories.
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I love this post by Harriet Heydemann on her blog Tell Me This. I hope you read it and others on her blog. Kwp
I LOVE THIS.
I loved this sweet memory, and I especially loved the permission you gave us to go eat the things. I’m a Thin Mints gal myself. Some adorable child goaded me into buying three boxes over the weekend 🙂
If only those Thin Mints made you thin. They’re addictive.