We all remember our "year" - the group of people with whom we grew up at FV, a "generation" you might say. "We were CITs together," we say when we meet up at camp or elsewhere. The other day I noticed in the dining hall that these five people were all "from the same year." They are now 23 years old but have known each other, some of them, for more than a decade, come "up through the ranks" together. We missed one other (Gary Kaufman, who was doing a volunteer visiting stint as a counselor in Pokey-Totem - but he was at Rest House when this shot was taken). So there were, at that moment, six of them at camp at once. Of course there are several hundred more out there, still identifying in the same way.
I myself had a wonderful leisurely breakfast yesterday in Claryville at the Blue Hill Cafe and Lodge with a dear, dear friend from
my year at camp. "We were CITs together," we reminded my wife over eggs and coffee" -- but that wasn't 2008. It was 1971!
