Last summer I put together a quickie web page featuring photos from Hirdstock 2006. The response to this was so positive that I added some photos that others sent me from a few earlier Hirdstocks.
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- Stanley Steamer transports us away from camp
- Margetts Lodge (aka "NCC") opens
- I hope you had the time of your life
- they made things work
- they also found love
- aw, gosh
- death on my mind
- nobody messes with Ta-(uh)-coma
- thoughts on lax and death
- Johnny Forest moves up
- Lenape 1971
- two booming trustees
- borderman Pat "Patman" Brasington
- why slight 1964?
- a little heaven in Vermont
- new alumni coordinator
- Doubletop plane crash
- Annie Old School
- giving kids the second chance
- "Old Wawayanda" dedicated to the '07 staff
- notes on the leadership generations
- it takes a village to raise a child
- there for you
- saying goodbye (and thank you) to Mac
- stand by me
- Geyer Hall
- that was the month that was
- they met at camp
- Hirdstock 2007
- more continuity
- Hirdstock redux
- hunker hawser and "gumbo"
- 27 years later...
- our epic goes back to Homer
- lean on me when you're not strong
- emergency: turns out to be just a gassy stomach
- Sequoia's back
- mountain boarding
- another Dan Weir wide-angle shot
- videos: Pokey-Totem cheer & Susky too
- the folks with the thirsty boots
- how does it feel to be so loved?
- "Old Wawayanda" sung for the first time
- Hemlock '69
- High Falls
- November moonrise
- total eclipse of the moon, August 16, 1989
- Lake Wawayanda in 1876
- mini 90s reunion
- Joy's women
- need your staff lists
- Milton's emotional return
- Hirdstock 2006
- we are the world
- welcome to Frost Valley
- Hirdstock
- Hessie!
- Sue Whirty, Ellen Hart, John Mumford
- staff photo 2000
- ache
- visits
- shooting stars every year on this night
- bittersweet reunion
- the amazing Dave
- generous Ettelmans
- "care enough to take care of this place"
- families within the family
- can't help but wonder where I'm bound
- Tom Ashbaugh surfaces after only 40 years
- golf at camp?
- social levelling
- where are you now, Frank Goetz?
- Eric Blum's week at camp
- care continued, pardon, rest (with the commas)
- magical snaps on the last day of camp
- playing hookey from swimming lessons
- Gold dynasty update
- all the T's in 1970
- happy daughters come home
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why do this?
It seemed time to gather together photos and recordings. I'd always hesitated because I didn't want to imply that my own take was definitive. The blog--the medium of the blog--seems the right combination of diary-like subjectivity (blog readers simply know this is the blogger talking) and a communal forum for various perspectives and multiple stories.
Castle depicted in old postcard
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Wawayanda chapel in early July
Old Wawayanda
When I die let my ashes
flow down Biscuit River,
let 'em roll on in water
the color of sky.
I'll be halfway to heaven
at a New Wawayanda,
saying "Wawayanda spirit
it never did die."
flow down Biscuit River,
let 'em roll on in water
the color of sky.
I'll be halfway to heaven
at a New Wawayanda,
saying "Wawayanda spirit
it never did die."
in memoriam alumni tree
planted at September 2006 reunion
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sunset at Friendship House
Al's hand-motion antics at opening campfire
Frost Valley
is a place where good things happen when people pay attention to each other. There’s endless beauty here - the high meadows, blankets of evergreens, and pristine brook trails – and you can meet nature in all its forms. But more than that, it’s a place where our ties to friends and family are strengthened. When a community of people came to the Catskills to build Frost Valley, they had in mind a place where you can sit next to someone you think you know, and then really get to know them. It also happens to be where the everyday light and shadow is enough to inspire artists; where American fly-fishing was born; and where today, a quarter million acres of green forests still remain “forever wild.” At Frost Valley, where we are does have an effect on how we treat each other. Here, a family can relearn what “family style” means as they share a meal together. The rose-gray river stones in the hearths and chimneys around camp reflect the colors of nearby Biscuit Creek and pull you into the surroundings. If you need more reasons why it’s so special here, we encourage you to explore citizen science activities during every season. But you don’t have to, because you might have more fun just learning silly camp songs. And by the end of your stay, when you your family and newly found friends are composting like pros together, everyone becomes richer, including next year’s butterfly garden.
after lunch, inevitably Dave King
...and if I could transport myself
not just back to this place, but to a certain moment in my personal history here, it would perhaps be:
end of lunch on any July day in 1968, and Dave King (our camp director) walks to the center of the dining hall, without microphone, and without introduction of any kind begins to lead one of the 25 or so camp songs we sang in those days. He is the maestro, waving one arm to the rhythm we are to follow and with the other arm, at turns, directing us to sing quietly or loudly or pointing toward some one camper who isn't singing or (rarely) is talking. And it's "Young Folks Old Folks" or "Zum Gali Gali" or "Deep and Wide" and I look down to the end of the table at my counselor and he's singing too, no hesitation, not too old for this, totally entranced and I myself turn my gaze back toward Dave....
Okay, I ache for that. Not being young again, not quite. More like being momentarily again part of such harmony.
end of lunch on any July day in 1968, and Dave King (our camp director) walks to the center of the dining hall, without microphone, and without introduction of any kind begins to lead one of the 25 or so camp songs we sang in those days. He is the maestro, waving one arm to the rhythm we are to follow and with the other arm, at turns, directing us to sing quietly or loudly or pointing toward some one camper who isn't singing or (rarely) is talking. And it's "Young Folks Old Folks" or "Zum Gali Gali" or "Deep and Wide" and I look down to the end of the table at my counselor and he's singing too, no hesitation, not too old for this, totally entranced and I myself turn my gaze back toward Dave....
Okay, I ache for that. Not being young again, not quite. More like being momentarily again part of such harmony.
save Frost Valley's Monarchs
ache
"The blog is awesome - I just went back through the whole thing again. I'll say this without shame - I ache for Frost Valley. I spend a lot of time and cerebral metabolism trying to devise a way I can get back up there for a session...."
waterfront 1961
looking in the direction of Wildcat Mtn. and the boathouse (which is off to the left)
definition of "Village Chief"
Village Chief \vil aj cheef\ n: An overworked, underpaid, camp official expected to be everything to everyone, including, but not limited to, Counselor, Mediator, Motivator, Programmer, Administrator, Police Officer, Caretaker, and Supervisor, all while maintaining good working relationships with parents, campers, counselors and support staff, and without whom any summer camp would struggle to function adequately.
Wawayanda flag raising
July 2006
Dot Conklin
is an original Catskills denizen. She has family scattered all across the region, she knows all the old stories about one-room schoolhouses, what this Claryville house was used for in the old days, and so on. Dot was the first recipient of a recent annual staff award, and when she received this honor everyone stood and applauded, tears in their eyes. Finally a chance to recognize a true community elder - hard working, honest, a kind & beautiful soul. [LINK]
