Jen Antinoro and her brother Matthew were campers during my years as camp director, and I remember them both well: they were lifers. Jen (now Jen Antinoro Storey, residing with her family on the west coast) stayed on and became a prominent staff member (did Matt do so, too? I'm not sure). Then, like so many of us, she kept her connection to Frost Valley, visiting reunions and staying in touch with FV friends, but mostly setting up her life apart, or mostly apart, from her great FV upbringing. And when her kids came along she hoped they would grow up soon so that she could send them for two weeks to summer camp back here. Well, such waiting - until they're 7 or 8 or 9 - was not for Jen. She brought her two children across the country, rented a cabin in Claryville, and has been sending them to our day camp for the past two weeks, and getting a view of camp life herself here and there as she dropped them off and picked them up. One day she stayed the day, and I saw her in the dining hall, and snapped this photo of her witnessing the mealtime chaos and remembering her own hooplas past.
Friday, July 15, 2011
alumna comes cross-country to give her own young children a chance to be Frost Valley people
Jen Antinoro and her brother Matthew were campers during my years as camp director, and I remember them both well: they were lifers. Jen (now Jen Antinoro Storey, residing with her family on the west coast) stayed on and became a prominent staff member (did Matt do so, too? I'm not sure). Then, like so many of us, she kept her connection to Frost Valley, visiting reunions and staying in touch with FV friends, but mostly setting up her life apart, or mostly apart, from her great FV upbringing. And when her kids came along she hoped they would grow up soon so that she could send them for two weeks to summer camp back here. Well, such waiting - until they're 7 or 8 or 9 - was not for Jen. She brought her two children across the country, rented a cabin in Claryville, and has been sending them to our day camp for the past two weeks, and getting a view of camp life herself here and there as she dropped them off and picked them up. One day she stayed the day, and I saw her in the dining hall, and snapped this photo of her witnessing the mealtime chaos and remembering her own hooplas past.
