Monday, June 6, 2016

Summer Camp

With June here I figure it is a good time to have Summer Camp Week here at OPOD. The picture above is from the early 1900's, but it could have been  a picture of summer camp from my childhood in the 1960's. I would go to Boy Scout camps in the summer, and always looked forward to the excitement and challenges found at Camp Faucet and Samp Sol Meyer. I wonder how many of you have fond memories or not so fond memories of Summer Camp. Please share!


  1. I had many fond memories of Boy Scout camp. But one memory was not fond, it was one of two kids messing around with a hatchet. One kid had a Baby Ruth candy bar that he was chopping off small pieces to eat. Another kid tried to reach in a swipe a piece about the time the first kid went to chop off a piece. That was in the days before they knew how to reattach fingers. He lost the tips of two fingers.
    I could go on for hours about fond memories, but being a lousy typist, I'm going to stop here.

  2. Summer camp is the best! However much I enjoyed camp as a kid though, I think the funniest memories are from when I lead groups to camp as Scoutmaster - probably because I was made aware of all the interesting goings on. One of my first years, we had a boy, new to camping, who decided he wouldn't take any water-related merit badge classes and seemed to have a phobia of showering. By Thursday, he resembled Pig-Pen in the old Peanuts comics (and didn't smell to great either). We were all gathered around chatting when Erik proudly explained his lack of showering and his intention to go the whole week that way. The boys started talking that they were going to force him to shower. At the suggestion, Erik got wild-eyed and jokingly yelled, "Oh, yeah? You're going to have to catch me first," and ran like a greased pig. The funniest chase ensued, gathering more kids as they went - some yelling things like, "Grab the soap!" And, "He ran that way!" Eventually, ever more boys joined until a good portion of the camp was chasing him. Finally, they got him, squirming and all into the shower and scrubbed him down. Erik was in good spirits the whole time and gave them a good fight. After every one dispersed, Erik came back into camp all wet and revealing a bright shade of skin we hadn't seen all week. With everyone standing around laughing, he threw himself back on the dusty ground, rolled around until he was black with mud and said, "Alright, we'll start again."

  3. My grandmother was a Girl Scout leader for many years, and took me with her most summers. I was far younger than the other girls, and just thought I was the cat's pajamas.

  4. It is interesting to see all the wood crates about - and see them using a cot for a chair!

    I have many many memories of camp. The sight of these guys enjoying their corn of the cob reminds me of one camp where I was on the kitchen cleanup duty and there was a huge tray of creamed corn leftover. The cook said, "You don't want to eat that, it will show up in your poop!" Creamed corn is one of my favorites so I had at least a quart (or more) of it before packing it up to put in the fridge.

    The next day, I confirmed the cook's statement.


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