My (Gang) Went There !#4

Published on December 28, 2016February 21, 2017 by Kathy Baker

Nancy Michelson was one of four sisters who attended in the sixties and seventies. Close in age, they were known at “The Michelson Girls”. Their mother was not only behind the sisters going to camp, she was the ringleader of the many girls from Flint who attended in the late forties.

Ellen Hydorn was part of the “Fifth Street Gang”, which consisted of five girls who lived on the same street. Four went to camp together in 1954, when they were eleven years old. The other girl had a mother and two daughters who attended.

Friends Lori Rosenbaum, Karen Magidshohn and Pamela Hartz were known as “The Three Musketeers”. “I was the youngest in that group of Jewish girls, but we never felt prejudice. I always felt incredibly safe,” said Pamela.

Kim Wynne-Parry was eight in 1963 when her Mom and Shelley Wright’s Mom decided they should go off to camp together. Kim continued until the end of middle school, but Shelley continued on as a counselor. “I was always with Shelley when I went to camp, but she was the more athletic one and made friends more easily.”

Melissa Plambeck (1968-78) met a girl by the name of Julie Bernard at camp and they stayed in touch long enough for Julie to stand up in her wedding. Carol Wahl met Pam Moore in 1974 in her first year at camp. They ended up as college room-mates and was also in Carol’s wedding.

My (Friend) Went There! #3

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

Laurie Cullen attended in the late sixties at a time when camp registrations were overflowing. She was ten and had camped at another camp from age eight to ten.

“I met a little girl by the name of Jennifer. It was such an unusual name back then. I was so homesick and her Mom found me crying at the top of a hill and asked if I was okay. I went back and we became pen pals as little girls, but lost track. But, at age ten at Maqua, we found ourselves in the same cabin! We were friends well into college. Jennifer McLogan is now an anchorwoman in New York.”

Jennifer was one of seven in her family, all who loved summer camp. The two years at camp where she met Laurie were pivotal in their relationship.

“One of the girls at Camp Tyrone loved horses and had talked to me about Camp Maqua. Her name was Laurie Cullen. I remember my Mom telling me to be nice to her because she was the odd man out in our cabin, but we became friends. Despite the fact that it was more money, I decided to go to Maqua the next year. “Cullen” and I were thirteen when we were at Maqua, counselors until eighteen and continued to be friends all the way through Western Michigan University. We were asked if we would like to be kitchen aides at sixteen and the older counselors adopted us, and of course, we loved it,” said Jennifer. “It was the greatest summer. I remember we both moved up as junior counselors the next summer and we had such a wonderful friendship—a deep love and respect for each other.”

My (Sister) Went There! #2

Published on December 25, 2016February 21, 2017 by Kathy Baker

“I was the youngest of the three sisters, and although I don’t remember ever being at camp with them, I do remember them going to camp. It was a natural thing for me to go there,” said Barb Krohn, who knew many of the Saginaw girls who attended from 1970-72. “I was excited, because I knew what I was going to, after dropping off and picking up sisters year after year with my parents.”

Karen Short’s sister was at camp in the forties at the same time, but she could never spot her. “Everyone was busy in their own age group. You even sat at your dining table with the girls in your group,” said Karen of her time at camp that seemed to vanish quickly. “It was not like the children of today. I think we were easily amused.”

Doris Engibous was twelve years old when she packed off to camp for the first time in 1966, and despite the fact her older sister Elaine and younger sister Judy had attended, “Neither of them became as obsessed as I did,” she said. (Her friend Beth Holder went one year, but never returned.)

Doris camped for four years, but missed one when her family was transferred to Switzerland with Dow Chemical in 1971. It was the only summer she missed, which would have been the summer she would have been a kitchen aide. She was a counselor for two years between her junior and senior year and admitted, “I could never get enough of it.”

My____Went There! #1

Published on December 21, 2016February 21, 2017 by Kathy Baker

One of the first questions asked of each camper interviewed was-“Did you go with a friend or relative, and did your mother, aunts, or cousins attend?”

Barely a girl asked answered no, because generally girls were influenced by relatives and friends, and it was almost impossible not to know someone. But, if by chance you arrived not knowing a soul, friendships were quickly made.

A letter addressed to me arrived in 1989 from Harriet Crumb, who had camped in 1925. Her dear friend Meg Dahlem had driven down the road to see if Camp Maqua still existed, and was the first camper that I greeted the second summer of our purchase of the lodge. Urged by a close friend, Madelyn Race, they attended together.

“I doubt if you could have found two more enthusiastic persons than Margaret and me. We loved Maqua and everything about it and feel it had a definite influence on our lives,” wrote Harriet, who was not only her friend, but also a distant cousin.

Michele Patterson was eight in 1971 went she spent her first week at camp, influenced to attend by the many stories she heard from her Foss cousins, friends in Bay City, sister Stephanie and mother Nancy, who all attended!

Beth Phillips (1972-78) grew up in Essexville and did not make many friends growing up and kept to herself throughout school, but at Camp Maqua it was a different story. One friendship is still maintained, and ironically she had to go to camp to meet Carol Besaw, who lived only a few miles from her home. Her mother, grandmother and a neighbor also attended.

Reverse Homesickness–#4

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

For those girls who were campers and then moved into staffing positions at Maqua, their memories of the girls leaving and their own feelings continued to be strong. They had to say goodbye to campers at every session and watch as girls left with many emotions.

“One cherished memory for me is the sight of the young campers making new friends and bonding through a two-week period, sad to leave each other at the other end. They too had an experience for the first time—very emotional. There were those who really waited so anxiously for their parents to arrive for pick up and it was always obvious to me which parents had a special bond with their girls,” said Judy Moore, who was the assistant director 1970-71. “These young campers had an adventure that asked that they survive without their usual family support and develop these skills. Remarkable, when I think about it!”

The staff of the “Loon” in 1961 penned this paragraph—“Dear Campers, Was it really only two weeks ago that all of us gathered together in the lodge together, watching the Kangaroo Court for counselors? The time has gone by so swiftly, and now we say ‘so long’, but let us not say goodbye. Instead, why don’t we take with us memories made rich by new friendships, made rich by new skills learned, made rich by evenings spent around a campfire. We on the staff will remember the fun we had on cabin day when we got to know each one of you well. We will remember the time when we sang together after meals, and the way Alice would holler “garbage”. Sure, we all know about the dishes and cabin clean-up, but deep inside we all know that these are only a part of camp life. And were they really that bad? We have all enjoyed these weeks. We hope you have, too.”

Reverse Homesickness–#3

Published on December 14, 2016February 21, 2017 by Kathy Baker

Margot Homburger (1946-50) signed up for two weeks and asked for more. “At that time, I ended up moving into a different cabin with different girls and then I was just a little homesick, so maybe I was there just a little too long. But, every year I waited for that flyer to come and my friends and I would try to get into the same cabin, but we always made new friends. We used to leave camp in tears and cry all the way to Standish and couldn’t wait to get back the next year.”

Gretchen Jacques (1955) could not relate to the homesick girls and loved the woods and sleeping outside. Although her mother did not like to camp, the family used to rent places on Mullet Lake and continued with two of her sisters buying on the same lake. “As a kid, I hated to leave those places, too. My whole family felt like that. I loved it and hated to leave, just like camp. I called it reverse homesick.”

Pam Hartz (1966-75) loved camp and could not wait to go back each summer. “After eight weeks, I just did not want to leave at all, and I loved being a counselor. I liked that I could be a shoulder to cry on for the girls who were homesick, or had to have braces or whatever.”

“When we left, we would cry all the way home. My Mom called it camp sickness instead of homesickness,” said Betsy Falvey (1968-75). “I was never homesick. Instead I would sit in my room and write letters to my friends and counselors from camp. Honestly, I was more homesick when I went off to college!”

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