Tuesday 12 April 2016

Traddy Scouting for Girls

Our Guides fly the Saltire, however.
So I was in a rustic Georgian cottage on a Boy Scout campground 20 minutes south of Aberdeen when a desert monk I had never before met said, "You're Edinburgh Housewife!"  And I thought with guilt about my deplorable habit of shutting down blogs and starting new ones, etc., and the priest added that he loved Traddy Tuesdays. He thought they were funny and did a lot of good as much online traditionalism is sad. Apparently he really liked my jokes about people in the TLM community, so I will REVEAL that I have DISCOVERED that our FSSP priest took advantage of my absence on Sunday to preach against losing sleep over Amoris Laetitia.

Naturally the Girl Guides were absent too. Since I am naturally a motherly woman (see also Mulieris Dignitatem), one of my happiest moments of Edinburgh parish life was seeing Girl Guides suddenly come marching into church in their homemade blue uniforms.  Of course I am content that the altar servers are always male, but here at last was something for the GIRLS.  This amazing development was thanks to one of the mothers, a Frenchwoman who had somehow imported a young French traditional Catholic Scouting leader, so after Mass I congratulated her and suggested that the Guides come to the Historical House some time for tea.

This was an outrageously presumptuous invitation, for the Historical House is a business first and my home second, and I ought to have asked my husband, but I got carried away in my spiritually maternal joy. And somehow "tea" turned into "camping weekend", and eventually I had to confess to my husband what I had done. Fortunately he was terribly good about it. He even organized the Guides' nature walk; really, he was splendid. Sadly, camping is absolutely forbidden in the Historical House grounds, so we cleared out our dining-room and the Guides slept there. In the morning, B.A. and I marched our temporary family of French and Scottish daughters to the bus stop and we all went to Mass.

This year I was invited to join the board of the tiny independent Scout/Guide organisation, and to my joy I was invited to go along on the April camp. I suspect there are sneaky plans afoot to make me into a future Brown Owl for future Brownies or a Guide Captain when we run out of French ones. However, for the time being I was just invited as me, and one of the reasons I just got up at 5:30 AM on Saturday was to finish my analysis of Amoris Laetitia before I was due to join the Guides.

I was, of course, a Guide myself once upon a time, which I suppose means I have just been a lapsed Guide since I was 14 or 15. However, I was a Brownie and then a Guide from the age of 6, which meant 8 years of Brownie-Guide training and therefore the ability to pack a knapsack with everything necessary for Guide camp and to roll a decent (if sadly fat) bedroll within an hour's notice. I even had a long denim skirt--okay, I know I have made fun of the long denim skirt but I admit it is an essential piece of tradwear, especially when camping.  Off I went to the bus stop, with B.A. carrying my bulky bedroll, bless him.

The trip to Aberdeenshire was done in stages. First we all went to Pittenweem to visit St. Fillan's cave. The Guides had to find it through clues given to them during some elaborate game, whereas two of the driving parents and I just obtained the key and visited it first ourselves. Then the car I was in went to Stonehaven where we picked up two more Guides from the railway station. Finally we arrived at the Scout camp and, as we were late and it was now raining miserably, the decision was made that the Guides, like the leaders and I, would sleep indoors on bunk-beds, not in a tent on the soggy field. Naturally we would all spend a lot of time outdoors, rain or no rain, sog or no sog. So we did, the girls and I (making up the numbers) running about playing Speed Noughts and Crosses.  At some point one of the leaders drove off to fetch the chaplains, already down from their wee Orkney island to say Mass in the Extraordinary Form for the faithful of Aberdeen and us.

They came for supper and the Campfire. As all Guides (active or lapsed) know, Campfire is the Most Important Part of every Guide meeting or camp, featuring songs and sketches and, if the company is religious, prayer. Ours was in the rain, and I was very impressed that not only had the Guides had created a splendid fire, they had built a little shelter, complete with bench, for their Redemptorist guests and me. There were songs, dances and a funny game of "Freeze"and, most impressively, a "multi-media" presentation of the story of King Robert the Bruce and the relics of Saint Fillan. This involved actresses both in front of and behind a flash-lit screen and a musician playing a flute. Father Chaplain said a few words and a few prayers and then, goodness gracious, we prayed a five-decade rosary, which began with such prayers as "Sacred Heart of Jesus--SAVE RUSSIA."

After Campfire, the Guides and leaders all had various duties, but I didn't, so I betook my damp and bone-cold self to the leaders' dorm. When the Guides trooped off to their room, I was sure the night would be punctuated by giggles and chatting and leaders getting up to shout "Girls!", but it was not. Our Guides were told to be quiet and sleep, and so they were quiet and slept. Excellent respect for Guide Law, I must say. We adults slept like dead stones thrown from the seat of Moses.

After breakfast (grace before and after), the Guides were quizzed on Guide Law, which they recited in unison, and then I taught them the Guide Law marching song, which pleased everybody very much, especially me. The Guides had a lesson about Scouting and Catholic Scouting history, and Guides to make their formal Guide Promise were prepared for the ceremony that would take place after Mass in Aberdeen.

We struck camp in time to get back into cars and get to church. When we arrived the Aberdeen devotees of the EF were praying a pre-Mass rosary and Father Chaplain was hearing confessions. The white handout/booklet with the Propers was available in both English and Polish, which I found delightful. The homily was on the necessity of joining religious orders, and I would have felt very challenged had I not been married. I suppose I could put B.A. aside and go into a convent, but I very much doubt anyone would want me to do that.* After Mass there was After-Mass Tea and then the Promise Ceremony in the garden. This was followed by lunch in the church hall and then a 20 minute reflection on the Guide Laws by Father Chaplain. We tidied up, said our good-byes, and went back to our homes, wherever they were.

The weekend was highly edifying. There were so many prayers that when B.A. said grace before Sunday dinner, my first thought was "That's it?" However, this didn't dim the joy and fun of camp in any way. Lord Baden-Powell himself had been to that campground when it opened (!), and although he might not have approved of our Catholicism, he would certainly have approved of all the Christian reverence, to say nothing of the emphasis on Guide Law. On the other hand, he may have pointed out the lack of military smartness in our muddy skirts at church. (Actually, he would have had a heart attack.) Still, it's a very young company, and there is time for improvement. As our Guides seem to be growing in discipline and other Guide virtues, it is certain that their uniforms will one day take on a Baden-Powell approved smartness, even after camping in the rain.

Speaking of smartness, as I have volunteered to give the Guides a few cooking, baking and hostessing lessons, I must scrub the kitchen today. I don't think the lessons will be in my kitchen, but anyone who volunteers to teach Guides anything ought to show a bit more pride in the state of her spice shelf.

*There is an order of traditional Benedictine nuns in Missouri who have the Extraordinary Form of the Mass. If anyone knows of other religious orders of women who love the EF, please give links in the combox. Naturally, I am a big fan of the Benedictine Sisters of Saint Cecilia in Ryde, but unfortunately they do not have the EF.

Meanwhile, if I were a young man with a call to Benedictine religious life, I would visit here. (It's where I would send B.A. on my deathbed, should I die sooner rather than later.) However, if I felt most drawn to the life of a desert monk, I would visit Papa Stronsay. Yes, it may be in the North Sea, but it's still a desert. It's a damp desert.

UPDATE: Edinburgh Housewife is up again for those who feel like reading old posts. You have a nice Son of the Most Holy Redeemer of Papa Stronsay to thank for this!

16 comments:

  1. This post was a complete delight. I'd so so hoped you'd join les Scoutes de France in some spiritual motherhood capacity when you spoke about them before but thought it would be presumptuous of me to say so.

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  2. Ha! Well, we definitely have a historical (and still extant) link to French Scouting, that's for sure!

    Another joyful (and funny) moment was listening to a beautiful French accent explain to Catholic Scottish girls that Baden-Powell was a Protestant so he was not right about everything. Thus, this weekend didn't just sparkle with old-fashioned Scouting tradition, it sparkled with Old Catholic France!

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  3. Incredible. Do you think this woman could be persuaded into setting up a sister school for Chavagnes International College? There must be some rambling manor house going spare in rural Scotland?

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    1. Just looked up Chavagnes. I wonder if I know someone there...? (http://www.chavagnes.org/) and oh my goodness! Now I know where we would send our son, if we had had one. (Sigh.) Obviously there should be a school like that for girls, too, but I like the idea of it being in FRANCE! It's positively Reformation-era for British and Irish Catholics to flee to France for education. (France, Spain or Rome, really.)

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    2. Agreed, I'm guessing a lot of the Chavagnes boys have large numbers of siblings - do you think they are educated at home?

      It would be even better if we could join forces with like minded sorts across Europe and set up a network, e.g. London day school, boarding school in (accessible by Eurostar) French countryside, specialist institute for visiting single women scholars in Florence, outdoor activity centre in Highlands/Swiss Alps. That way periods abroad for cultural and linguistic exchange can be incorporated into the ordinary curriculum.

      I'm actually going to Paris this very weekend. Will make sure to dress modestly but becomingly at all times in case I cross paths with any benefactors interested in cultural renewal.

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    3. Agreed. And I envy you your Paris trip. When I thought of Paris as the city of Simone de Beauvoir and Charlie Hebdo, I was ho-hum. However, now that I have discovered that La Vielle France still flourishes, Paris has recovered its sparkle. Please send me an email to tell me of your own endeavours for the faith in Europe; perhaps I may be of help of some sort. seraphicsingles@yahoo.com

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    4. I'll look forward to writing to you after the weekend, and I'd be very happy to light a candle for you in the church of your choice - I've been reading your several blogs (and archives) almost every day for probably two years now, and they've been very helpful.

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    5. St. Germain de Pres, please! Not because of Descartes but because of nearby Les Deux Magots. I'm afraid that is a bit worldly, but when I went to Paris, the only Parisian I really knew anything about was Simone de Beauvoir. Now of course I know about poor Simone Weil, too. At any rate, I was so happy (age 29 or whatever it was) to have real, glamorous drinking chocolate at Les Deux Magots, so a candle for Les Deux Simones (De B and Weil) would be appreciated. Despite everything, I absolutely love De Beauvoir's letters to Nelson Algren. In terms of writing in a second language, I find them inspirational.

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    6. (At the time I didn't think Paris of the Existentialists was ho-hum although to be honest I knew only one person in the whoooooole town and so I was terribly lonely most of the time. For company I would go to the cemetaries and visit the dead. I brought De Beauvoir flowers. There was a professor at my undergrad college who had gone (after SdB had graduated) to SdB's convent school, and the nuns there bragged that she was one of their's, even as they prayed for her soul. The prof apparently once saw SdeB herself on a doorstep confronting horrible JPSartre and his latest petite amie.

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  4. That place where you would send BA in the event of your death--it's THE BEST! If I were a young man I wouldn't waste any time in getting there. Forget marriage, young men!
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  5. Naturally I wouldn't mind if some nice young man found marrying me a legitimate reason not to become a monk;-) But the Monastero di San Benedetto at Norcia, Italy is pretty awesome.
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  6. Yay loved the old blog. If you are in Oklahoma there's a great EF monastery. I first visited as a protestant Pentecostal, but loved the mass there. There is also an EF parish. Sadly no EF nuns as yet.

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    1. Yes, anyone in North America interested in trad. Benedictine lifestyle, there's Clear Creek Abbey about an hour outside of Tulsa, Oklahoma. Friends of ours go there frequently and, at one point, there were some nuns who were setting up camp at one of the houses on the property, don't know what happened to that....?

      I wrote an article about local food and featured the monastery a few years ago: http://www.archokc.org/sooner-catholic-featured-articles/2326-local-catholic-food-producers-practice-care-for-creation-give-thanks-for-gods-bountiful-provision
      Our Sunday Visitor also had a piece on them recently.

      Mari- do you actually live here in Oklahoma???

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    2. Anamaria yes I attend mass at the cathedral in Tulsa. Didn't know you were in OK either. I wasn't sure about the nuns at Clear Creek, the permanent establishment is for the monks to my knowledge.

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    3. In case anyone is interested here is the website for Clear Creek Abbeyhttp://clearcreekmonks.org/

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