It started off so innocently.
“Hey, that’s cool. Let’s buy that,” Carol Altvater remembers saying to her husband, Ernie, about 20 years ago, eyeing an antique Girl Scout grooming kit.
And then they saw something similar that attracted their attention.
“Hey, this stuff is pretty cool. Let’s buy a shelf,” thought the couple.
And then one shelf became many shelves, which grew into display cases and wall mountings and museum-style exhibition drawers and, ultimately, the devotion of 3 rooms—about 1,000 square feet of their Upland home—to their Girl Scout memorabilia collection.
Standing amidst the thousands of items, which include paper napkins, fly swatters, badges, toothbrushes, old ($.40!) cookie boxes, uniforms across the ages, historical photos, diaries, jewelry, canteens, dolls and oh-so-much more, deciding what to ask them first was a challenge.
“How about ‘what’s the matter with you?’” offered Mr. Altvater, lightheartedly acknowledging that a collection of this nature, of this scale, was, well, rather unusual.
“We think collectors have something wrong in the brain,” he joked, having just admitted that he and his wife have been collectors “ever since we were old enough to put 2 things together.”
But for the Altvaters, there are many things quite right with their Girl Scout collection. The fun and intrigue and satisfaction, for example, that working on it brings to their 39-year marriage. A bland life is led, indeed, if one does not have something to be passionate about.
And, as is evidenced in every immaculate and brimming nook and cranny of their display area, the Altvaters have passion. Everyday, they involve themselves in their collection in some manner, each engaged just as much as the other.
“People think it’s my collection and that he just tolerates it,” said Ms. Altvater, “but it’s totally 50/50.”
Hours are spent reconditioning recent acquisitions, dusting (and more dusting), fashioning new display methods, leading tours and, of course, hunting for new items to add. Vacations always center on the growth of their collection.
“No matter how much we have, there’s always something we don’t have that we need,” Ms. Altvater said.
Swap meets around the country, antique stores near and far, garage sales, the eBay marketplace and other haunts are fair game for finding something sought or something unexpected. How thrilled they were to stumble upon a 1918 “Thanks” badge (“with 50 or 60 years of dirt on it”) in what they called a “poke box”—a box of random things, each cheaply priced, ripe for the picking.
“We didn’t think it was real…Ernie! Get out here! It’s real!” reminisced Ms. Altvater about finding the treasure.