It can’t be the end of summer if there isn’t a story about summer camp
The “pleasure” in doing things ( you are not very good at ) is a lost art!
When I first started reading I thought "Alice in a naked boy's camp?"
I didn't like being sent away to camp. We slept in open cabins... it was always cold waking up and swimming in the chilly lake never invigorated me. I take hot showers to wakeup and swim in heated pools today. Great read, thank you!
What a wonderful and 'truth' story. I never had to go to any sort of camp but did send my son. After camp was over, he brought twelve of them home for a sleepover. Yikes!
Many thanks! I subsequently went to a co-ed fine arts camp that was the antithesis of Nominingue - and I may write about that. Different context and new misadventures.
Great visuals! Camp was co-ed for me, cabins segregated and strictly supervised, but tender romance thrived nonetheless.
Wonderful to read this... I'm the Director of Camp Nominingue and attended in the mid 70s with my 3 brothers. My best friend was named... David.
Thank you for a great story!
Well, I laughed out loud at least three times. My funny bone was well tickled. The sign of a good piece of humour writing.
Wonderful! Is there a way to share it for my readers on Reflections at 85?
David, your writing is funny and nuanced. As soon as I saw your camp’s name I decided to forward this to my close friend who went there during that era...also named David!
poignant and funny, as always!!
Loved it! Please keep writing. You so perfectly captured the nuances of that place and time for a young boy.
David, this is one delicious piece of writing about camp life. Your memory is archival given its details.
As usual your humor never fails you which I first encountered in the MCH ER many moons ago, describing my gaggle of social work students as lining up the next football tackle. Delighted to know you will be writing more so let us know where and when. Cannot wait!
best Mary Anne Ferguson