tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38681814185769461982024-03-19T00:55:49.004-07:00Camp Wampatuck MemoriesWampatuck Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09782355355916628119noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3868181418576946198.post-61217005581501548472009-03-09T16:47:00.000-07:002009-03-09T16:50:25.203-07:00Let's try and find some Longley'sSo here's the challenge. Let's put all our skills together and try and find someone in the Longley family. They would love to find a tribute to Prof. I am going to start a new thread on face on face book about him. Maybe we can get some feedback.Wampatuck Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09782355355916628119noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3868181418576946198.post-4196909499776413172009-03-08T15:48:00.000-07:002009-03-08T15:56:21.801-07:00Can it still happen?The last few weeks have been so exciting. So many people have been on the Cw site on face book. we all share some of the same, yet different memories. It is amazing to me how one small place had such an impact on so many lives. We were blessed with the friends, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">comraderie</span>, and the basic good time we all had together. Different years, maybe, different generations, for sure, but the same basic experience. Does it exist today? Several of you on face book talk about finding the same type of experience for your children. I pray it is out there. I wish I had pushed harder for it for my children. Maybe, the experiences of CW are getting back to the values we need to get to in today's world.Wampatuck Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09782355355916628119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3868181418576946198.post-2918366333526141162009-02-28T15:50:00.000-08:002009-02-28T16:17:01.390-08:00Ceremonial<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0NrpfRKk9WGZnY1BGa758v91Whl4gKMh2pJY5JvU4LwQzgTOmx5vm8ADrt5aEeKuOD8ZrHggKKGn3-ehbupHy6B684FzEyqIDzrkSg_EIaMeP5wcd4l11FpzJFvOGDGBMMhl2CpViHv8/s1600-h/campfire.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0NrpfRKk9WGZnY1BGa758v91Whl4gKMh2pJY5JvU4LwQzgTOmx5vm8ADrt5aEeKuOD8ZrHggKKGn3-ehbupHy6B684FzEyqIDzrkSg_EIaMeP5wcd4l11FpzJFvOGDGBMMhl2CpViHv8/s320/campfire.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308006412758230290" /></a><br />Fire Lighting Ceremony:<div><br /><div><br /></div>Head counselor lights a single candle<br />"Although this is a tiny light, and lights only a small area, we can all see it. Each of us knows that it is tiny beacon to all of us. But this tiny light can grow, can be multiplied if our counselors come now to join it."<br /><br />All counselor candles are lit by the H.C. one by one<br />"Now the light is brighter. It lights a bigger area and we can see more than before. But this light is only a beginning. For once there is light and people willing to share it, it will grow, and though it is shared it will become bigger, greater, until all who want can have light."<br /><br />Counselors in turn begin lighting camper candles<br />"See how fast the light can spread. Notice how well we can see their smiles and their actions. And others can see our light. As this light brightens this council ring, our light can brighten our lives and the lives of others. The smallest light held by the least of us is important to the whole world."<br /><br />Counselors then ready to light the bonfire<br />"Now we will light our council fire with this same light that has grown from such a tiny flame."</div><div>. . .and then, if memory serves me correctly, we sang "Each Campfire Lights Anew."</div><div>Thanks to Cindy McGrath</div>Wampatuck Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09782355355916628119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3868181418576946198.post-63050445797799864272009-02-28T06:28:00.000-08:002009-02-28T16:20:14.942-08:00Cabin Names<div>Help me fill in the blanks! The cabins changed names after Prof arrived.</div><div><br /></div><div>Cuddle Inn - Mohawk - Apache<br /></div><div>Chuckle Inn - Blackfoot - Cheyenne</div><div>Tumble Inn - Merrimac - Commanche</div><div>Pop Inn - Shoshoni - Sioux</div><div>Pawnee - Dakota</div><div>Noah's Ark - Iroquios - Shawnee</div><div>Cherokee - Dakota</div><div>Cayuga - Navaho/Nevada</div><div>Counselor's Lounge - Seneca </div><div>and . . . .what did we end up with???? the storage area under the lodge. My oh my -those early counselors had it great!</div>Wampatuck Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09782355355916628119noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3868181418576946198.post-27959245570440992532009-02-28T05:05:00.000-08:002009-02-28T05:08:47.383-08:00FacebookI heard from Cindy McGrath today. How exciting! The flood of memories that came rushing back were incredible. I agree with Cindy, my spirituality was also nourished at camp. There is a wonderful exchange going on in facebook. Lots of photos that have been shared and just a good trip down memory road. Go take a peek. Wampatuck Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09782355355916628119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3868181418576946198.post-91266966004393145982008-06-19T19:31:00.001-07:002008-06-19T19:36:06.791-07:00SongsDo you remember the crazy cam songs. You can google camp songs and get just about any lyric you want. ti teach school and still teach them to my students. What are your favorites. here are a few of mine;<div>Each Campfire lights Anew</div><div>Flea</div><div>John Jacob Jingleheimer Smith</div><div>Dem Bones</div><div>Do Lord</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Wampatuck Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09782355355916628119noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3868181418576946198.post-31830616077466587342008-06-19T05:06:00.000-07:002008-06-19T05:21:09.084-07:00A Former Camper's MemoriesI finally had a reply from a former camper. Thanks Stacy for taking the time to email me. I am posting your email. It is wonderful to share these wonderful memories. Sad to think of an era in time that has gone by. When I think that my 83 year old mother was a camper there, and now the camp is an all-American housing development, nostalgia takes over. Here is Stacy's email:<div>Hi Liz,</div><div>I found your site while looking for info on Camp.</div><div>I went for many years on and off, and memories came flooding back to me this afternoon, when my two sons were telling me about their day at camp, and how each day starts at the flagpole.</div><div>I think I first went in 74, and my last year was 82 or 83. Though once in the 89s came around, there were less campers, and the place was starting to show its age.</div><div>Another camper and close friend of mine, was house hunting in 1990, they drove out to a house in Hanson, and boy was she surprised when they pulled up and the house was in the old kickball fiels.</div><div><br /></div><div>Many years and many miles away now, but it seems like yesterday.</div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks Stacy for your memories. Please feel free to share more. It was heartwarming to hear your response. Liz</div><div><br /></div>Wampatuck Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09782355355916628119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3868181418576946198.post-11402608476782528182008-05-26T18:47:00.000-07:002008-05-26T18:58:42.159-07:00News from Hanson Historical SocietyI wrote to the Hanson Historical Society to try and get more information about the camp. My last year was 1971. I was 21 and head counselor that year. prof and Mrs. Longley were still running the camp. The following was their reply:<div>Camp Wampatuck is no longer there. It was sold to a developer and the houses on Kings Landing Way are where the Camp was located. The road is the 1st right after the Town Hall and Wampatuck pond. almost opposite Gorwin drive on the left. When we moved into the town in 1978 the Camp was very rundown. It abutted the Town Forest, as Kings Landing Way does today. In the Images of America "Hanson" book, by Donna McCulluch Brown (an Arcadia publication) you will find on pages 118 ans 119 pictures and a little information on Camp Wampatuck. The Hanson Historical Society sells the book for $20.00 plus shipping.</div><div><br /></div><div>It is hard to believe in 7 years it could become so rundown. I am saddened that it all could end so fast. Now I am curious as to when it actually closed etc. </div>Wampatuck Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09782355355916628119noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3868181418576946198.post-15874387046440291622008-05-26T18:45:00.001-07:002008-05-26T18:46:01.135-07:00Wampatuck Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09782355355916628119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3868181418576946198.post-32711795648739378742008-05-22T14:57:00.000-07:002008-12-08T19:32:22.080-08:00Postcard<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNt7G01wUUBzc0cSnRJPIjDHLxVoedPTYl3BDbVgbbOXshYu4iiyi4BMr0rJKmkwN9P3Z9SrqXVYJPeO80EieFWEHL4NFB-xWzdxDj9zy8rFUGoGb5gdjnIaaeH4ZvNBJU_aU-pnvAw9s/s1600-h/sleeping-cabins-camp-wampatuck-plymouth-county-us-state-town-views-massachusetts-other-massachusetts-59217.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNt7G01wUUBzc0cSnRJPIjDHLxVoedPTYl3BDbVgbbOXshYu4iiyi4BMr0rJKmkwN9P3Z9SrqXVYJPeO80EieFWEHL4NFB-xWzdxDj9zy8rFUGoGb5gdjnIaaeH4ZvNBJU_aU-pnvAw9s/s320/sleeping-cabins-camp-wampatuck-plymouth-county-us-state-town-views-massachusetts-other-massachusetts-59217.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203327678909536386" /></a><br />While searching the internet last night, I came across this postcard for sale somewhere. Actually it has already been sold. It was pictures of some cabins at Camp Wampatuck. I think the pictures of Mohawk, Blackfoot, and Merrimac. Those were the original names. As we get older it is harder to remember the names. I may have to really sit down and think about these names and publish them later. I believe I was in all three of them at one time or another. I know I was in Mohawk my first two years at Wampatuck. My favorite memory was the indoor greenie (chamber pot) that we used if we needed a bathroom at night. Nobody would own up to using it during morning kapers. So much for today..........Wampatuck Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09782355355916628119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3868181418576946198.post-44047772403721882492008-05-20T02:20:00.000-07:002008-05-20T02:30:05.129-07:00FlagpolesI am reading a great book by Susan Wiggs. It is about a family owned camp. It opens with a flagpole scene and immediately, images filled my mind with the flagpole at Camp Wampatuck. The stone and cement structure was the central point of camp. Everyday began and ended at the flagpole. Roll call, pledge, announcements etc. It was also a place to gather and chat. A place to wait for your parents to show up for visitors day, or perhaps a place to wait and hope for a visit from your parents. Occasionally, a very loud cabin might be brought there at night for calisthenics. What memories! I wish I could go back and relive some of those times. The wonderful counselors, Two who stand out are Dottie Girling and Peggy Stackpole. They made such an impression on a 9 year olds mind. Here's to flsgpoles and the start of each new day!Wampatuck Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09782355355916628119noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3868181418576946198.post-57272576743193960162008-05-06T19:25:00.000-07:002008-12-08T19:32:22.241-08:00Music<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsKC89NveiD2GkPSiVhfA4nc-5CB6RNJ3OwB67pNxnEZO0_KPuylyB_Fk8hbK3PklQWyEB1m77z8uXRsZNA5Sl4WF6j2NMQQAVDMd1yOFIyiBry3tJSRmylwzmk3uIXaHtohkc00d2_wI/s1600-h/Tent.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsKC89NveiD2GkPSiVhfA4nc-5CB6RNJ3OwB67pNxnEZO0_KPuylyB_Fk8hbK3PklQWyEB1m77z8uXRsZNA5Sl4WF6j2NMQQAVDMd1yOFIyiBry3tJSRmylwzmk3uIXaHtohkc00d2_wI/s320/Tent.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197459384852339426" /></a><br />Music and songs can literally change a day. In my profession, I work with kids and truly love my job. It is amazing to me how getting kids to sing a crazy camp song can turn their day around. One crazy song at the end of a long day filled with tests and tension and they leave with a smile on their faces and the truly amazing thing is......... they leave happy and that is what they remember from the day. Those camp songs are indispensable!Wampatuck Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09782355355916628119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3868181418576946198.post-22919377900490651902008-04-13T13:10:00.000-07:002008-04-13T13:15:01.423-07:00AutographsThe memories held in the cabins of camp are too numerous to post. It was so much fun to break the rules and sign our name somewhere in those cabins. I wonder when they were torn down if anybody gave any thought to the many names inside the cabins. so many names and so many memories. Another question - why did Prof feel the need to change the names of the cabins when he took over camp? Was it his was of making the camp his?Wampatuck Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09782355355916628119noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3868181418576946198.post-51593970993620930942008-03-27T23:53:00.000-07:002008-03-27T23:59:58.823-07:00SickI am so sick today. I went to the doctor and was diagnosed with bronchitis. here's a memory of camp from way back - Aunt Polly. She wore her stiff white uniform everyday and that nurse's hat. it was a cross between a dixie cup and a coffee filter with a black velvet ribbon around it. She was one scary lady - you had to be really sick to subject yourself to her. When Prof took over, his daughter Sandy got the job and was much friendlier. I think Sandy was a nurturer. She came as a package deal with her husband and two kiddos. She made the infirmary a much nicer place! I wish I had Sandy to nurse me now.Wampatuck Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09782355355916628119noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3868181418576946198.post-56925596346665356562008-03-16T08:28:00.000-07:002008-03-16T08:40:21.749-07:00Sunset KnollToday is Palm Sunday. Our opening hymn was Lead On O King Eternal. I was taken back to Sunset Knoll. It was such a spiritual place within camp. It was filled with peace and tranquility. We would have vespers there and that hymn was one that was sung with regularity. i think it was a favorite of Prof. There are many hymns that were sung with regularity at camp. On ceremonial night, we all marched in to Onward Christian soldiers and recessed to We are Climbing Jacob's Ladder. Those songs are forever linked to Camp Wampatuck and take me back to my childhood.<br />When I was a very young camper, we had vespers on a regular basis, but as I grew older, they occurred less frequently. I believe we all have our own spiritual pathways. Music has always worked for me as has nature. The combination of the two is beautiful. How can we find our own Sunset Knoll in our lives? I believe we need to take the time to free ourselves of everything and let God speak to us. I need to take the time each day to have that conversation with God. <br />I hope that Sunset Knoll is still there, that it is still a place of solace and peace, and that someone, somewhere uses it to find inner peace.Wampatuck Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09782355355916628119noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3868181418576946198.post-8098766122240452922008-03-12T18:44:00.000-07:002008-03-12T18:51:13.342-07:00I am finally back online. The counselors at Camp Wampatuck had such a powerful influence on me. I could name many. My first one was elaine. She was the director's daughter and was there in 1956 and 1957, my first years. She was so nice and probably the only one I remember from that time. I do remember Anna Marie also. She taught camp craft and I think became a nun. Elaine ran the waterfront. That pond was so gross! Peggy was probably my favorite. I wish I knew what has become of the camp. I remember autographing the cabins. I believe I made to every cabin at one time or another. My two weeks at camp each summer was my personal summer vacation. Wampatuck Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09782355355916628119noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3868181418576946198.post-62687937444681549912008-03-02T10:42:00.000-08:002008-03-02T10:48:16.666-08:00sounds of campdo you remember <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">reveille</span> playing at 7:30? the graces sung before each meal? gathering at the flagpole for morning pledge and flag raising. these sounds of our past helped to build the character of so many campers. sunset knoll, the most beautiful of all, looking out over lake wampatuck in the evening as the sun cast its coral shadow over the lake. how about the first night of each session when the counselors would serenade us to sleep. having been both camper and counselor, i don't know which was better, hearing the serenade or participating. we were so blessed to be part of it all. Wampatuck Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09782355355916628119noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3868181418576946198.post-77580089499086127622008-03-01T10:50:00.000-08:002008-03-01T10:55:27.188-08:00Where are you?Fellow Campers,<div>I have set up this blog as a way for any member of the Camp Wampatuck family to keep in touch. I heard from Karen Switzer years ago and it brought back so many memories. I know you are out there with memories to share, counselor hunts, campfires, ceremonial night, favorite songs and counselors. How about Mrs. Carlson, Prof and his entire family? Switz sent me some pictures and I will try and upload them sometime soon. This is a great time to share memories with each other. I hope to hear from some of you soon.</div>Wampatuck Memorieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09782355355916628119noreply@blogger.com9