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There must be a great Scout Troop in Heaves for many of our great Scouts have transferred there. We would like to remember some of these people on the page. If you have the name, a photo and a little bit about them, send it to the webmaster for inclusion on this page.

 

Chuck Hoffman
Steve Deese
Jim Baker

 

Remembering
those who are no
longer with us

The Eagle Trail


Welcome. You have made it to the top. The view at the summit is even more wonderful than you had imagined. As you lean over, you see your Mom and Dad. Never before have you seen them look so proud. It was their encouragement that helped you along the way. When you wanted to go to the big game, they encouraged you to work on your Eagle Service Project or to help your patrol learn to pitch tents...or tie knots...or cook stew. It was all worth it. Behind you, you see your Scoutmaster and all of the other Scouting adults that helped you along the way. There is Joe Flyn who taught you how to swim and Mrs. Mary Lowe who put a map and compass in your hand for the very first time. What great experiences their were. They are all proud of you today. Your special day.

The clouds are getting heavy now. You are no longer at the peak of that Eagle Trail. You are back where you started. How can this be? You are starting this trail all over. You look down and in your hand is the hand of a young boy. Your boy. He has that bright orange shirt and cap of a Tiger. He pulls you along as he starts that trail you had climbed fifteen or more years before. You have traveled this trail. You know where the difficult areas are. You remember the skills you used from square knots to square lashings. You look down to see your blue shirt clad cub looking at a frog at the edge of the trail. It is hard to keep from laughing as you look at the first tent he has pitched, all by himself. How proud you are as you watch his Mom sew a first class patch and his first merit badge on his scout shirt.

How resolute he looks as he sorts books for his Eagle Project or saws wood for that bridge so, wheelchair bound elderly people can enjoy the nature trail your troop has made.

"I told you so," he says from the summit as he looks down at you. "Thank you Mom...Dad."

How can it be? You are back down that trail. You are surrounded by a patrol full of scouts. They are asking hundreds of questions all at the same time. You have been here many times before. The skills have never left you. Put a tautline on that tent rope. Which ones are loops and which ones are swirls? You tell them of the many fantastic things you have seen and learned as you follow this trail. The Eagle Trail. Upward you go and they willingly follow.

One after another the scouts make it to the top. Not all Scouts...but many do. "Thank you Mr. Scoutmaster." they all say.

Does this trail never end? Bending over is now a major task. Your fingers are gnarled and give you pain each time you do left over right and pull. You are still climbing this trail but, others are with you now. The boys that you helped to the top ten or twenty years ago now have boys around them. "I once had a Scoutmaster that knew everything there was to know about Scouting." they would say.

Oh here, let me show you how to do that Sheep Bend," the kindly white haired gentleman says as he sits on the bench. He bends over and places a rope end in both hands. He may seem to be forgetful at times but, he remembers every boy he encouraged along the trail. He is still full of Scout Spirit and he still follows the twelve points of the Scout Law. His body won't let him do all the things he could when he started this trail sixty or seventy years ago. The boys like to gather around him and sit at his feet. He would tell them one of the many well worn stories that were guaranteed to delight young Scouts. They would all ask him about his campaign hat and red woolen shirt which was now covered with patches from camp-o-rees and other events he had taken part in. He knows all of his boys and they remember him. Every time he goes into the hardware store Charles would stop what he was doing and give him a smile and a wave and a "hi! Come on in old friend." When he went into the bank or the grocery, all of the people would do the same.

One day God smiled, waved and said, "Come on in old friend."
(c) 2004 Richard Curran May be used by request.