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Giddy-Up!

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23505_115400608486953_6223099_nPenny Mitchell’s (1951-54) favorite thing to do was ride the horses at camp. It was something that she could do that she hadn’t done before. “I loved horses and camp was my conduit to horseback riding. I never fell off and we even rode bareback, which was very exciting. I can remember riding past the raspberry and thimbleberry bushes and picking them. I asked one day if I could go pick and the counselor said only if I brought enough back for the whole breakfast table to put on their cereal. So, I took one other girl and we picked raspberries for everyone!”

Many girls like Penny learned at camp for the first time, including Debbie Robson, who said Sarah Dufendach, (her riding instructor in the early seventies), was the only one who would let the girls run the horse into a full gallop. “It was an awesome feeling to be running on a horse,” she said.

For Carla Wilhelm (1945-49), if a class was offered, she took it. “I loved horseback riding and all the side trips we took. I remember one year we used long-eared mules for a while. We would saddle them up like horses. And another year we had to ride those darn English saddles, which were narrow with a slit and no horns. Jackie Valley was our instructor.”

“I had one particularly ornery horse that scared me,” said Randi Wynne-Parry (1969-73), who learned to ride at camp. “He always got me too close to the branches. I think they used trail horses and they just wanted to get back to the stable. Being a new rider, I was always apprehensive and nervous on that one horse.”

Kellie Moore (1970-77) loved the riding, even though it was a totally new experience for her. She took it year after year, saying, “It was pretty much a walk in the woods every time, and not much in the arena, but one year a couple of instructors started teaching us to jump. It was more like jumping over a log,” she laughed.

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On Horseback—

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23505_115400538486960_1033736_nThe authors are unknown of these two delightful pieces, but they are a great peek into the minds of excited campers about to camp and ride, especially poignant in their emotions. The first was from the “Loon” 1947 and the second in 1949.

“Oh! How happy I was today! I was to ride on a horse and, since I have never been on a horse, I looked forward to it. It seemed so simple from the distance that I hurried merrily on my way. I reached the corral ahead of the others to try to get a good horse. Of course, I didn’t know one horse from the other. As I looked at the horses, my mouth dropped. They didn’t look very friendly. But, I kept telling myself it was easy and I might even be a born rider. I finally took a brown and white one. I walked up to it on the right side, pulled the reins, and just as I got the straps fixed, the horse moved. After three unsuccessful attempts, I got on. I went down when the horse went up and I went up when the horse came down. What a situation! I ended up with a side-ache and saddle-burns. The rest is too gruesome to tell!”

“This is the day. I awoke at 3:30 this morning too excited to sleep, thinking of my first trip to Camp Maqua. I had trouble getting my oatmeal down and even more trouble keeping it there. After we had the luggage piled in the car there wasn’t enough room for me, so I had to ride in the rumble seat. It would have been more comfortable if there had been more seat and less of me. Arriving at camp around 12:30, we drove up to the lodge. We thought it very peculiar to see horses standing around but we were glad since we all love horses. But, we were again disappointed because we were at the stable house.”

She later wrote on June 30th, “Dear Diary, today I started my classes. I’m a full-fledged beginner in practically everything. I rode “Salt” this morning. He has a beautiful cantor and I have a beautiful blister. (I won’t say where.)”

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For The Love of Horses–

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Dorothea Kelton loved horseback riding when she attended camp in 1940 and remembered she had to pay extra for the lessons. She had been on horses around town, but not like her experience at camp. “We would tie a towel around the end of the bunk bed if we were riding, and the counselors would wake us up early. I still remember the instructor—Nadine Bell.”

The riding was the main attraction for Kathy Sullivan (1961), who raised enough money babysitting so she could take the lessons at camp. She spent time with horses near her home, but just as Dorothea said, it was not the same as camp. The girls could ride days in a row.

Mardi Jo Link (1973-78) would save her babysitting money all year, so she could have the riding lessons at camp. “My bunk was the furthest from the stables and I can still see myself laying on the bunk during rest time, waiting for the bell to ring. I would have my riding boots on while I rested. I would race to get my favorite horse “Champagne”. That horse was like a horse out of the movies with its light colored eyes and coat. Now when I look back at the photos, it was not a horse out of the movies, but the saddest and ugliest pony,” she laughed. “But, it was a fairy tale horse to me back then.”

The horses that Shirley rode were very calm and she never fell. She always made sure she did go too far out or she would have to fight them to go farther.“It made it even more special that I had saved the money,” said Shirley Colbert (1941). “It was my parent’s way of telling me that everything doesn’t come easy.”

Anne Duffield (1947-50) was supposed to earn the extra money to pay for the lessons at camp, but never got around to it. “When it came time to ride, my name was on the list, so I took the lessons. When I got back home, my Mom made me sell my bkie to pay and as I recall, I didn’t care! I know later in life when we took our kids to a ranch in Colorado, they were surprised to see I could ride.”

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Hiding With The Horses–

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“It was a transformational experience at camp because of the animals, “ said Nancy Weber (1962). “ I was a girl born in the fifties in the city and I should have been a forties girl born in the country. I was just ripe for Camp Maqua. It was the first time that I rode a horse and it changed my life. That began a life long love affair. My Dad bought me a horse in the ninth grade and I had one until 1990, but my daughter was the one who had the talent for horses. I was very tight with Ollie and Mel and would visit them all the way through college and beyond—-that is how much they influenced me. Horses made me poor for the rest of my life,” she laughed. “Ollie and Mel were very dear to me and were models.”

“Honestly, I could not spend enough time with those horses. I had extra lessons for horseback riding at camp. I wanted triple sessions, but had to settle for double, but I would beg to go to those horses on my free time. I remember we could go for a swim during our free time, and somehow I figured out how to leave for the free swim, go back to the barn and get back to the lake. I made the mistake of forgetting to turn in my buddy tag, and they were practically dragging the lake for me,” said Nancy.

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Meet Carol Wahl!

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Carol Wahl was the riding counselor in 1974 and 1975 at Camp Maqua. “I had taken my horse with me to college and I ended up teaching a student who was a part time draftsman in Bay City for an architectural firm. His boss’ wife was on the board of the YWCA and that is how I found out about the job for the camp,” said Carol. “I was the riding instructor for two years and did not teach the year I was pregnant for my first child, since they considered it a liability. In 1977, I taught at another camp.”

“The first year I was at camp I met Pam Moore, who ended up as my college room-mate and was also in my wedding. I had transferred from Saginaw Valley to Central in 1974, so that was the summer between colleges. I met many of the staff at camp that also attended Central, where I joined a Sorority. I remember a girl named Mary Toburen.”

Her riding program centered on this philosophy—“ to teach good, applicable techniques of riding, including how not to get hurt on or around a horse, while still having fun”. She used general methods for beginners, intermediate and advanced riders, which included formal lessons, and competitive games that taught control and confidence for trail riding. She stressed good form and techniques and rules. but felt like the summer of 1974, she worked with horses that were in bad condition.

“My cabin was actually the staff house near the lodge on the screened in porch of the second floor. (Dutton) I have memories of good food in the lodge, ”S’Mores” at the many campfires and a lot of singing.”

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Tales of Tails On The Trail

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Brooke Charland was the riding director in 1969 and left wonderful notes about her summer with nine horses to handle eight girls in each class. (The extra was for rest and replacement.) Mert and Ollie Webb saddled and unsaddled their horses with the help of the staff.

The horse shelter with stalls had been finished in time for the sessions and protected the horses from the strong winds and sun and provided a place for the hay and oats. There was an old trailer near the shelter that housed saddles, bridles, brushes, currycombs, fly spray, first aid kits and other items.

Gail and Lori were her assistants, and they helped with the division of classes into beginner, intermediate and advanced. The beginners had the morning classes when the horses were fresh. The intermediate classes learned to trot. Every advanced class is a joy,” wrote Brooke, who loved how quickly they learned. Most of the girls had either owned horses or had a genuine love for riding in the advanced class.

Across the road from the ring was Beaver’s Bend, where most of the beginners rode. The main path was behind the ring, tennis courts and riflery range. There was a flag beside the trail that indicated when shooting was in progress, and the lead rider was always instructed to yell “horses” before passing the range and again when leaving. The path went past the range and out into a hilly field, which was a big circle with side trails that ended at Explorer’s Hill. (Only the advanced riders could ride those steep, narrow hills.)

Donna Harwood was the activity director the summer of 1970, but her main responsibility was in the riding area, with Mary Swantek as her assistant. (Donna had been the the riding assistant the summer of 1968.)

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