Anybody Want a Pair of Pants?
When I was about thirteen years old, I got to go on a Scout troop trip to Mt. Whitney. I was one of the younger ones and excited to go for a few days. We were going to hike up to a place called Peanut Lake. It was quite a hike. The mountain was right next to where the Scoutmaster’s brother lived in California. Our Scoutmaster was Bert Whitney and his brother that lived very near the trail head was Howard. Ellice Henrie Whitney One the way there I had ripped out the whole backside of my Scout pants. It was pretty bad. I had torn them out along the seam. When we got there, Howard’s wife Ellice said she would sew them up for me. We went to the back room, and she had me go into the closet and hand my pants out. This was alright, but a little embarrassing. I took my pants off and handed them to her with the door just barely ajar. I think that she thought that it was funny about how timid or embarrassed I felt. She took the pants to the sewing machine and was able to fix them quick...