Getting Ready for Summer Camp!

Aug 17, 2011 | 1 comment

Sydney at the Beach c. 1945

     The posters and announcements about this Friday’s opening of Summer Camp are out!  Well, not exactly summer camp – it’s the exhibit, “Summer Camps on the North Beach Peninsula” which is opening Friday, August 19th with a reception from 5:00 to 7:00.  I intend to be there with my ‘longs’ on!
     All through the preparation for this exhibit, I’ve had that déjà vu feeling that I’m getting ready to spend the summer at Dorothy Elliott’s Camp Willapa on Shoalwater Bay.  For nine summers of my childhood and early teen years, I did just that, dividing my time between camp and my grandparents’ place in Oysterville.  I well remember the excited anticipation that increased all spring as my mother and I got my trunk ready.
     There was ‘the list’ that Miss Elliott sent out to potential campers early in the spring.  During the war years,, it was difficult to fulfill some of her requirements but, by hook or by crook, we always managed.  An Indian blanket, a flashlight, two bathing suits, two pairs of shorts, four pairs of longs (it was way before we spoke of blue jeans or levis), long-sleeved shirts, short-sleeved shirts, stationery and stamps – the list went on and on.
     And then, it was almost time to load up the car and make the long drive from California.  Some years we went on the train and slept in the Pullman berths and ate in the dining car with its linen tablecloths and flowers and silver covered serving dishes.  I loved that.
     But the biggest part of my excitement came from trying to imagine which “kids” would be there.  Who would I know from last year?  What new friends would I make?  What camping unit would I be in?  Would Miss Elliott think I had grown up enough to be an Intermediate Camper this year?
     And, actually, that’s the exact same excitement I’m feeling now.  Who will be at the Opening on Friday.  Anyone I know?  Any former campers?  Who?  I can’t wait to find out!

1 Comment

  1. Nancy

    Being in Oysterville is “way different” than reading about the village and the comings and goings of the folks who live in its environs. Hope the Opening is grander than grand! Have a glorious evening. We will be thinking of you all, knowing that laughter and conversations can be imagined in our heads.


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