NOTE from DearMYRTLE: There has been a big uproar in social media over the LDS church’s decision to pull out of the Boy Scouts of America in 2020.
In all honesty, I don’t think it has anything to do with gays or permitting girls to join.
I posted the following to effectively stem the tide in my channels, but am now elevating this to blog post status, so my position is perfectly clear. (I don’t know why genealogists get overly political from time to time. I just want to talk about how to research.) 🤗
DearMYRTLE has followers from many walks of life. This has opened my eyes to different ways of thinking. It’s evident to me good people come in all shapes and sizes. For these experiences I am most grateful – even humbled. I hope my children and grandchildren take the time to see people for who they are and aren’t quick to profile.
When we consider the worldwide reach of the LDS Church members, the majority of our youth don’t have access to BSA so this puts a new slant on things.
For many youth throughout the world, Boy Scouts of America frankly isn’t doable.
I believe BSA, with very few exceptions, was a marvelous influence on the boys I grew up with.
As the church has grown to have more members outside the US, our youth are no longer just white, working or middle class. It’s unkind to foist any program on youth who are oft times breadwinners in their family, etc.
For instance, I remember when it was unthinkable for 12-13 year olds to pass the sacrament without wearing a suit and tie. There was instruction on how to polish shoes in preparation for Sunday worship service.
This is now recognized as impractical on many levels in various cultures. Now the emphasis is on presenting one’s best self to the service of our Father in Heaven as we remember the sacrifice of His Son.
We respect the traditions in each culture that for generations have fostered principles of kindness, hard work, respect, honesty and integrity. Things parents and grandparents throughout the ages have encouraged.
I’m glad the church has been working on a youth program that will honor these traditions and inspire living purposeful, loving lives as it can be interpreted in each culture.
Our genea-friend Thomas MacEntee posted “Gender Selection and the Impact on Future Genealogy Research” on his new Abundant Genealogy Blog.
What evolved was a discussion of social issues – far more important than hoping genealogy software can keep up with fields to document DNA results, bloodlines, adopted lines, disproved lines, same sex marriages, and children assigned one identity at birth who “come out” as another later in life.
On Facebook, Miriam Robbins replied to Thomas’ thoughtful, straight forward and frank post “… If you were to talk with me 20 years ago about some of these topics, I could easily have been classified as a “hater.” It’s not that I actually *hated*, I just had preconceived ideas, based on a very narrow upbringing…”
I think many grew up with preconceived notions. Thanks to Miriam for voicing the change that can occur by embracing diversity.
In my youth, Ol’ Myrt here lived a largely insulated life in all-white middle class neighborhoods.
But as a “child of the 60s” we dealt with social unrest over the Viet Nam War, the murder of US President Kennedy, Jack Ruby shooting Lee Harvey Oswald live on TV, Bobby Kennedy’s assassination, the murder of Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., the Black Panther Movement, Watts Riots (and others in DC and elsewhere).
Coming of age and questioning society’s traditions, we were shocked as students were slaughtered at Kent State.
In my case, it jolted me out of my protected, privileged way of thinking – and I wanted to reach across boundaries of color and class to try to understand. It never occurred to me to think others who were different were any less valuable a person.
I remember feeling helpless to reach out until I realized the best I could do was be open minded. Really *looking* at and *listening* to people makes a difference.
Our high school senior class president died of AIDS in the early years when we were all afraid that we’d get it just by breathing the same air. Yet, I knew Roger to be one of the nicest guys around. Trying to reconcile my respect for my friend Roger with the fear of AIDS was the beginning of my seeing beyond definitions set in my life by my parents.
I had several experiences at BYU demonstrating how preconceived notions are actually unduly harsh judgements that prevent us from living *together* comfortably in a diverse community.
Never once did another person’s lifestyle affect how I chose to live my life.
What matters most is love. ❤️
I’m still working on that.
Happy family tree climbing!
Your friend in genealogy.