Goodbye little orange boxes
Until today, I’d forgotten my first fundraising experience. It was with my little orange Unicef box, getting filled up with change while wandering the neighbourhood on Halloween night.
Unicef Canada is ending the program after 50 years and an average of $3M raised per year. The program will continue in the US. I wonder if another organization will somehow take over the concept. Little pink boxes anyone??
I’m so sad to see the program end! The association of sugary treats with raising money might be the reason I still enjoy fundraising today.
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June 1st, 2006 at 10:07 am
How sad indeed! Those flimsy orange boxes(boxen?) were synonymous with dark and bitterly cold Halloween nights; in Canada anyway.
Hanging by kitchen twine from the necks of Hobos, Pirates (a Hobo costume avec eye patch) and Princesses those strange orange salmon would bravely pass through the neighbourhoods of the middle class. Then bloated and worn make their way back to their elementary school home room. Their guts sorted and counted by depraved children on a sugar bender while the teacher collected their, once lovingly masking taped, now molted orange husks off the floor.
Recent PostSecret confessionals make me wonder if these boxes were, for some, their first introduction to pilfering a non profit. I remember silver coins being sparse in some of the boys’ boxes.