Honor Banner or Shame Flag?

Published on November 7, 2016February 21, 2017 by Kathy Baker

Harriet Crumb’s friend Margaret Dahlem,who had also been an inaugural camper on the Loon Lake site, stopped by in 1987 to see if the camp still existed. I took notes on her memories, which included cabin inspections.

“There were no counselors in the cabins, but there was always an inspection in the morning and beds had to be made with square corners. Fingernails were also inspected. If you did not make your bed, you received a demerit. It was not a good thing to have points off.”

In 1947 a new way to inspect the huts was instituted, with excellent, good and fair ratings. Inspections were conducted, in later years, by a camp nurse. Zoe McGrath, fifties camper, found herself on the other end of cleanliness as the camp nurse in 1967. An Honor Cabin banner was hung on the outside of the cleanest cabin.

Judy MacNichol’s memory from 1946 included an attempt to have the cleanest hut and win the contest for some extra privileges. “We took some girl’s washcloth and scrubbed the entire floor with it. I cannot imagine what that mother thought when she washed it.”

Rest Time=Quiet Time

Published on November 2, 2016February 21, 2017 by Kathy Baker

“Things ended up as any Sunday would, and I am thoroughly exhausted,” wrote an anonymous girl in an article in the “Loon” in 1947. “As I lay on my bunk, it is quiet except for the kids bellowing; it’s dark except for the flashing flashlights; and it’s peaceful, except for the individual under me, who is bouncing me.”

Dawn Kober (1977), who was in a cabin with all her friends, had the loudest cabin in 1977. “We were supposed to settle down at night, and we got in trouble for making so much noise.” The bunk beds with springs may not have been the most comfortable in the world, but at the end of an activity filled day, the girls should have cared only about sleep. (Well, nighttime foolishness with girls? Pranks and talking? Maybe not)

Kim Hartwig (1976) must have been in with Dawn in the cabin renamed “Potawatami” at the bottom of the hill as you headed to the lake. “We were loud in that cabin and when the counselors left us to go down to the campfire, we were close enough they could hear us and they would yell “Shut Up Potawatami”, she laughed.

There was a quiet time after lunch, when girls would rest from their morning activities and staff would have a break from giggling gaggles of girls. The rest period began in the early years, encouraging an hour to rest before swimming. “I heard all my growing up years that we had to wait a half hour at least after eating before we could go back in the water or we would get cramps and drown,” said Mary Jo Rawlings, who loved swimming in the fifties.

Gail Schultheiss had distinct memories of rest period after lunch in 1966, where the girls were instructed to stay on their bunks and read, write letters home or nap. “Our counselors knew if we were up to any shenanigans,” she laughed. Many girls, like Minette Jacques (1955-57), always had a book in her hand during rest time.

Cabins And Tents–#2

Published on October 31, 2016February 21, 2017 by Kathy Baker

Bonnie Kessler loved the sounds of the loons at night, which were “spooky”, but they would start the ghost stories in the huts, especially when the moon hung over the lake on those dark nights. She could not wait to be in Cabin Eight. “I don’ know why”, said this forties camper, who finally got in. “I guess I thought it was desirable because it was high, on a rise, with a long path nearby.”

Kathy Sullivan (1961) remembered the three wooden huts in Senior Village with the double bunks as being fairly large. “There were braces between the studs, where I could put my treasures on the shelf”, said Kathy, who was happy to be in the area where there were three cabins together close to the “Brownie”.

Senior Village was built in 1959, with three new cabins on a larger scale. Notes from the Department of Social Services in 1960 list the size as larger than the originals, with racks for suitcases and clothing, and a building sub-committee report in 1959 listed the new ones as 16 feet by 20 feet, with the total cost around $4,000.

“There was no Senior Village when I first went there,” said Jane Linder, who attended in the fifties, “ but I was one of the first to be in Senior Village and two of my friends went with me. It was a special time.”

Arrival!

Published on October 10, 2016February 21, 2017 by Kathy Baker

An early copy of “The Loon” was found in the Girl Reserves scrapbook dating back to 1937 with an article entitled “Arrival Day”, which gave a great vignette of what it must have been like for the new girls to land at camp.

“About eleven o’clock Wednesday morning a few girls began to arrive one or two at a time, some with more courageous faces and others with frightened and apprehensive faces. At last about twelve fifteen the bus itself arrived. The new girls clambered out and many greetings could be heard thrown back and forth as a girl ran into an acquaintance of the year before. Also could be heard the many goodbyes from the girls leaving and the more lucky ones who were to stay. The faces of those leaving expressed alternately grief of desire as they viewed for the last time the familiar landmarks of Maqua. After a delicious dinner Miss Epple informed the new girls of the mode of living at camp. Then came physical and swimming examinations followed by the supper bell. After dinner a very delightful program was arranged and a jolly time was had around the campfire. At eight forty-five the girls prepared for the night and all hopped into bed tired but happy and well satisfied with their first, if rather strenuous day at camp.”

Laurie Cone (1962-68) recalled the caretakers helping with the arrival at camp. “Mel and Ollie were the couple who helped us. I can’t remember if Mel or Ollie was the man, but he drove the truck for the camp. The families would unload the girl’s luggage on the archery range beside the lodge. There would be a mark on the ground that signified which cabin the luggage and lockers would go and he would deliver it all. Getting down the hill in muddy conditions was a job!”

Melissa Plambeck (1968-78) still has her footlocker with her photos tucked inside. “I can still remember the truck that would take our footlockers to the cabin and whoever was on the truck would sing, “We Welcome You To Camp Maqua”.

Issues of Society

Published on September 26, 2016February 21, 2017 by Kathy Baker

The issues of society crept into camp life in some ugly and sometimes disturbing ways, despite the relative isolation of the property. Vague memories from Randi Wynne-Parry (1969-73) included a guy lurking by the bathroom, which put the camp on a lockdown protocol. ‘I liked how aware the staff was of such things,” she said.

“I do remember an incident when Kathy Knish, Cilla Johns and a counselor named Trish were all living at Primitive. It was quite a ways away. We had to dig the hole for our outhouse and paint it. We made our own campfires and I recall two of the girls walked into a clearing and there was a man in a car. They tentatively walked into the clearing and he was lying on the front sear. They ran back to camp, out of breath, to find Judy Moore. For some reason, “said Doris Engibous, “we drove into town to find his car and make sure he didn’t show up again. This was county fair time and the camp wasn’t gated, so anyone could drive in back then.”

Judy Moore was on staff in the early seventies when the trespasser in the meadow was spotted, where the older kids camped. “It was not a good scene. We gathered the troops”, said Judy. (The police arrived and took away a guy who had been pleasuring himself.)

Nurses, Doctors and Patients–#7

Published on September 19, 2016February 21, 2017 by Kathy Baker

One of the activity centers that no one ever wanted to have an incident was the waterfront. The waterfront staff were all certified in water safety, Red Cross training and lifesaving. But, there were other causes for concern that did not always entail water.

On the first day of camp in 1961, Margie Barbier fell on some stones and broke her arm, so off to Dr. Payea’s in East Tawas she went, which ironically was her home. Her mother seemed satisfied with her care, but since Margie could not ride or swim, she was forced to stay home with fees refunded.

The business manager, Rhonda Thayer (1974-77), played softball and was in the outfield running backwards when she broke her hand and fingers. With a splinted hand, she had a tough time doing the books with her hand in a claw shape.

Amy Johns admitted she had such a crush on Mel Hurst, a counselor from Hawaii, who was there the last two years of camp. “He made homemade skim boards out of plywood and sanded each one down. He taught the kids how to skim, but took one fall and cut his foot on a rock under the water. I remember the blood squirting in the air. Maybe it was an artery. We put compression on it and off he went to get stitched up at the hospital.”

Camper Debra Osher (1963) went for one week her first time and can still remember whittling a little stick with a little army knife. “I carved my finger instead. No stitches, but it was a long walk up the hill to have someone help me.”

Carrie Norris (1972-73) spent time in the Infirmary for a dose of poison ivy and Dawn Sohigian was also terribly allergic to poison ivy and underwent a series of shots before she went off to camp in 1966, which paralyzed her leg and caused it to swell.

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