Camp Memories

 

 

Check out the 1965 Reunion Report, 1966 Reunion Report "1964 Last Will and Testament" and a 1959 Trinity Splash.   The names bring back some great memories.  

Then read through the program for Mr. Gibson's memorial service.

From Paul Soter (1965)

My family were Trinity Church members in the late '50's, until we moved to Japan in 1958. In 1965, the first summer after our return, I was packed off to the first session of Trinity Church Camp. After a week of homesickness, I was so happy that, after I went home, I demanded to be sent back for the rest of the summer.

But the story concerns the next summer, 1966. I signed up for the whole summer. Remember how we all had to help clean the camp, wash dishes, set tables, etc.? Well, for some reason that I was never able to ascertain, I was assigned the special detail of chapel sextant. That meant that, for about an hour a day, I had that beautiful chapel between the lake and the forest to myself. All I had to do was polish the brass; sweep the floor; arrange the pews, prayer books, and hymnals; and generally keep the chapel and vestry clean. I loved the solitude, the sound of nothing but the lake and the birds, and the sense of accomplishment I got from keeping the chapel as clean and neat as I could. I still don't know why they gave me the job, but it was the best job I've ever had: I'd go back to it today if they'd pay me what I'm making now!

At the end of that summer, my family moved to Korea, and I was never able to get back to the Camp, but I have never forgotten what I learned there. I coach teenagers now, and I one of my guiding principles is to try to treat my athletes the way I was treated by the counselors at the Camp.

 

 
There are a many stories, but some things that are rattling around in our brains are:
  • Bug juice
  • UNAD
  • Raking the beach
  • Capture the flag
  • Climbing Mt. Kersarge
  • The midnight run over the knoll to the Bug Light
  • Taking the canoes at night without permission for that trip to Idlepines
  • Basketball against Greylag (Bob Cousy's camp) like we had a chance.
  • Miss Wilson checking our hands and  behind our ears before Sunday lunch (while dressed in our whites, of course). 
  • The Camp Song, although the words escape us
  • Council meetings