
My mother started The Scouting Party with an old friend, "Dubby". They got into the stuff business going to flea markets and estate sales acquiring... stuff. These weekend forays into the Brooklyn flea market scene, with children and husbands dragged along, inspired the store's name. Then they moved up to selling stuff at their own tables at those same flea markets. Eventually, there was just too much stuff to keep in our apartment. The Scouting Party's first permanent location was on 7th avenue between 9th and 10th streets. The store opened on the same day as John Lennon's assassination. I'm sure they would have postponed the opening, but the grassroots marketing campaign was already in full force. (The families were handing out fliers announcing The Scouting Party's opening date to Park Slope. My "assignment" was the 9th Street subway station...)
The Store was not an immediate success. It had the strains and stress of many first time businesses. My mom and Dubby parted ways early on, after which time Jane ran the store as sole proprietor and grew the business until, to paraphrase George Carlin, she needed a bigger place for all her stuff. The Store moved to the corner of 7th Avenue and 10th Street and took on a life that reflected my mother.
Through all its years, The Scouting Party always provided new experiences. There was a constant stream of books, records, neat things, and random stuff. It was a place to find used and new treasures, and new and used people as well. As Pat mentioned, Jane loved to connect people together. The Store allowed her to do that, in style, for years. Some friends referred to her as "the Godmother of Park Slope"; and, in fact, she did wind up being a literal godmother for some great friends in the neighborhood.
The Store changed along with the neighborhood. The stuff got nicer and shinier, but "old Brooklyn" was still there. You could always get something unexpected -- a gift for someone they didn't know they needed, a used book my mom thought you should read, or a new person in the neighborhood she thought you should meet. And, of course, she loved to keep the turntable going all the time.
Speaking of music, The Store was also, thanks to my Mom's generosity and encouragement, my rehearsal and recording studio. Another story for another day.