Author: Al Kapstom
Date: 08-17-02 22:38
With acknowledgements to Eric Ephraim.
The lunch horn sounds. Camp has been quiet since the campers departed. Yesterday the sounds of close up were heard. Beds were moved to the senior side. Rowboats and some canoes into the Wildlife Lodge. Now only scattered screen doors can be heard closing on the Junior side as families of returning Post Campers and their kid from CH and BT make their way to the Mess Hall to start a relaxing fun filled week of sailing, fishing, painting camp scenes, good food and camp fellowship. Here comes Bruce Cohen and kinder, followed by the Schwabs, the Mendals and the Kappys. George Marton has been fishing all morning while his Adam continued tying up camp with Frank and the tractor crew. The hot dogs on homemade rolls taste as good as the old hands remember them. Doctor Tooth (Horseshoe’s only living uncamper) from St. Louis is due in tomorrow. Word has it that he and his fiancée will be married at a Cardinals game next year. Gentlemen, when your wife uses the JJ don’t forget to stand guard at the door.
The day’s activities are open. Talk of a movie and fudge in Hayward though this like everything else remains loose. In the forthcoming week loose plans include go-carting in Spooner with Byrdie and a day trip on the Nam before all the canoes are put to bed. On Tuesday a contingent from Camp will be in the stands to support Shell Lake in their season football opener. Watch out. Shell Lake, Shell Lake, Hezacht stu! There have been rumors of Shev Ciral putting in an appearance. Hope he’ll tickle the ivories in the Mess Hall.
Discussion has been instituted concerning a day sail on the Eagle on Lake Superior. A mini super relay has been planned while alte cockers attempt to boil water, boil. The Dart will be doing its share of hauling in the coming week. Disorganized sports will be held on the A field, cards in the evening in the Rec Hall and continued at the Eye. No one will ever top a rendition of New York, New York at the Shangri La led by Mrs. Dan Pollack. An evening at Council with a season’s final singing of Hail to the Forest and Taps will conclude a grand week destined to live in memories for sundry lifetimes.
But wait a minute, Thirty Somethings. It doesn’t have to be that way. 2003 will mark the 70th anniversary of Camp Horseshoe’ s birth if my calculations are correct. What about a reunion in Minong to mark this. If the Lake Horseshoe Association can put together a yearly meeting at the Minong Hotel, why not a Camp Horseshoe in Minong? Isn’t a mini version of this scheduled at Gould’s on the weekend of the 23rd and 24th. There must be enough beds in the Minong, Spooner, Hayward, Baronet, Trego area to support some conglomeration of Thirty Somethings and fossils coming up in the summer of 2003. What would it be worth to sit out by a lake, even Nancy Lake, in an evening listening to Merc read Docs verses? In the midst of the Great Depression and the scare of polio in the cities a collection of Twenty, Thirty and Forty Somethings put together what may have seemed an impossible dream. With similar youth vigor a summer reunion or series of reunions should be a walk in the woods.
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