cub scout story
GS-12 Daniel R. Mott Mr (mott@OODIS01.HILL.AF.MIL)
Tue, 14 Jun 1994 12:27:23 -0600
Here is a story about a boy's dedication to scouting that I found in
an old BSA publication for adult scouters (SCOUTING) that I thought
everyone would like to read. Unfortunately the date of the magazine
didn't show up in my copy of the story.
Here it is:
A New Uniform For Angel
(Scouting Magazine circa late 1950's)
(Reprinted from the Los angelos Times)
By Robert Kistler
There's not much you can say about Angel Ferrer.
He was just a skinny little kid who died in his sleep at age 10
because an earthquake made his house fall down.
It wasn't the earthquake's fault. It had no way of knowing Angel
Ferrer had realized a "lifelong" ambition. Or that the last three
days had been the happiest days of his life.
It's not that Angel ferrier didn't have any long range goals or
stuff. He just dreamed a lot. Of being a Cub Scout and wearing a
A lot of kids want to be a Scout. But with Angel,it was an
obsession. A year ago, he'd asked his parents if he could join, but
they were forced to say no.
The $1.00 registration fee just wasn't in the family's welfare
But when Angel's best friend, George Rodriquez, joined a Cub Pack,
Angel made up his mind he would, too.
It would just take him a little longer.
First, Angel went to work. He collected and sold discarded soda pop
bottles and aluminum beer cans.
Finally (there were some set backs - a candy bar here, a fulll
bottle of pop there), he managed to squirrel away 5 cents, just the
right amount to buy an official Cub Scout uniform at a Salvation
It was a grand uniform. A litttle bagggy, perhaps, and a little bit
tattered - but "regulation all the way: One blue shirt (darker in
places where the previous owner's badges had been) and one pair of
The cap and scarf would be added later. There was still the mater
of the registration fee.
And the uniform did the trick. It convinced his parents that Angel
was serious about becoming a Cub Scout.
His father, Julio Ferrer, accompanied little Angel to a meeting of
the Webelos den of San Fernando's First Methodist Church's Pack 44
on Jan 28.
Patrolman of Richard Jesson, a burly officer of the Los Angelos
Police Department, remembers the meeting well. As head of the
Webelos, Jesson has all the meetings at his house.
"The little kid sat there in his uniform and watched everything
like a thirsty man looks at water. Afterwards, his father told me
he'd find the money somewhere, and we made plans to take Angel on
our camping trip - the following week."
The following Thursday - Feb 4 - took a year in coming, it seemed.
Angel spent the time studying hos new Webelos handbook and checking
over his "camping gear."
The registration fee was paid and Angelos become a full-fledged
Webelos just hours before the den left for its stay in the
foothills above Sylmar.
"You should have seen hat kid on our trip," says normally gruff-
spoken Jesson." He was the first in line for everything, an did
everything three times harder than anyone else."
Jesson, who has a ten-tear old son of his own, particularly
remebers the care Angel took with his "camping equipment.":
"The poor little guy didn't have a sleeping bag opr regulation mess
kit like everyone else. He'd brought all he had - a regular dinner
plate, a plastic fork, and a plastic cup,"
"He guarded them with his life. I guess his mom told him not to
break his plate because, when he went through the chow line, he
held it in both hands."
During the outing, Angel (4 feet tall, 59 pounds) won two badges:
One for athelete prowness, the other for his knowledge of the
outdoors. He told one of his friends that the badges meant more to
him than anything.
At noon Sunday, Feb 7, the 15 members of the Webelos Den broke camp
and headed home.
No one had any way of knowing that only a couple of hundred miles
away, unfathomable pressure was building up below ground.
At home Sunday night and Monday, there little but the camping trip
to be discussed in the Ferrer house.
The follwing morning the quake killed Angel outright and seriously
injured his father. Others in the family escaped with minor
Julio Ferrer, an out-of-work laborer, was treated at a local
hospital for leg and internal injuries. Against his doctors" orders
he signed himself out of the hospital Friday to be able to attend
his son's funeral.
Angel ferrer was to have received his badges in front of the whole
pack Feb 26. Instead, they were awarded early - if that's possible
when they came so late.
The "ceremony" was relatively simple.
O. K. McFarland, a funeral director at J.T. Oswald mortuary in San
Fernando stepped up to the casket and pinned the medals on.
One thing that McFarland remembers is that the Cub Scout uniform
looked brand new.
It was. Angel's parents had purchased it only four hours before.
Terry Howerton Sakima Group, Inc. SCOUTER Magazine Kansas City