Agnes by Tony Cochran for September 16, 2013

I do not miss selling crap for school.

I always hated fund raisers. Never was able to sell a darn thing.

I remember selling Girl Scout cookies, and then in high school, certain groups having fundraisers…

Like, the Pep Club having a bake sale to help surface the baseball diamond, or maybe the marching band raising money to participate in a big parade in Washington DC.

But I never had to sell anything to support my school….and being a service brat, I went to different ones in different places.

Wherever it was, we always had paper and pencils, and art supplies…my high school in Wisconsin offered driver’s ed…. the cars were loaned by the local Buick dealership.

It was the baby boom…. a huge incoming population of schoolchildren….but schools weren’t impoverished like they seem to be now.

The cheese is in; and it’s ready to roll.

Three blocks of cheddar for me, Agnes.

Have you seen the luxurious offices and the executives exorbitant salaries at Girl Scout headquarters? What a pyramid scheme! When a GS tries to sell me some cookies, I refuse to buy them, but will instead give the poor slave child plain old (keep it for yourself) cash.

We used to sell magazine subscriptions – Curtis Publishing, if memory serves. Schools really ought to sell thing parents need – Prozac and the like.

We mostly sold candy bars that you carried with you growing up. My children sell things you have to wait for like cookie dough and candles – makes no sense in these “instant gratification” times.

Good luck with that mam! Nice to see you by the way.

I know it SHOULD be a different teacher and definitely don’t remember this one.

A rare view of the teacher! And she doesn’t send Agnes to the principal (yet).

Yes it was indeed! But my all time favorite is “Hollywood at Last” with Bill Holden.

Wonder how many blocks of cheese you have to carry as you go door to door? .We had the pull tabs to sell. You pay whatever the tab said. Sometimes you hit a free one and the rest of the ticket went into the barrel for a prize. .Sold the Girl Guide cookies. Our Brown Owl didnt believe children should get tips. She just demanded all the money. So we learned how to do math. Our boxes were 35¢. Some nights my friend & me would make as much as 50¢ in tips. (we were cute 7 year olds). That was enough for the both of us to hit the Saturday movie matinees. :-)