Accidents and Illnesses

Bullets and Bows–

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“I loved the riflery and still have my NRA diplomas and archery certificates from camp, “ said Diane “Dodo” Dudley (1957-63). “I still shoot and use my pellet guns to shoot at balloons or targets. I am not much for the rifles anymore, since they make too much noise, but I have been back and forth across the country about four times camping, so Maqua did influence me.”

Many of the girls learned new skills that came with these sports, bearing bruises as badges. Kathleen Clements (1961-62) decided after the welt on her forearm from archery, it was not for her, but it did not deter Chris Lambert (1958), who later taught the skills to others at camp.

“I loved riflery and my grandfather had given me a 22 when I was fairly young. I loved learning to shoot standing up, sitting down and laying down. I liked archery, but in the beginning my arm would be all black and blue, so I took an archery class before I taught it, so I could hold it the right way.”

Kim Wynne-Parry (1963-68) felt archery and riflery broadened her horizons and was pleased at how proud her Dad was when she came home from camp with her awards. Rosemary Orgren (1956-58) had to be encouraged to try archery and riflery, but loved that she could hit a target. “My Dad was a hunter and I had learned to shoot tin cans off a log, but the archery always bruised my arm.”

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Taking Aim—

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photo-7“Archery is becoming a nationwide, popular sport and for this reason is enjoyed by most of the campers,” wrote Nan O’Tool in the July 11,1950 edition of the “Loon”. “With good coaching and practice, campers can become expert Robinhoods.”

In 1969, beautiful bows were on loan from Bear Archery Co in Grayling. and Barb Grey noted in her activity report that she wished she could buy them. Linda Lee Harp was the archery instructor in 1969 and she had detailed descriptions of the equipment, rules and class procedures, safety procedures, and how to work through the series of awards from the CAA. All these notes were a benefit to anyone coming in the following years as an instructor.

The campers had to complete a series of 15 yd. requirements before moving to 20 yds. Only points were recorded, not hits, and the scoring started from the middle yellow ring or bullseye with nine, the red ring with seven, blue with five, black with three and white ring with one point.

The certificates, cards and seals were free, but pins and arrows were paid for out of the campers’ store funds. A round consisted of five ends of six arrows each and most of the time was practice time with scoring at the end of the hour, until it evolved into a class of only scoring.

Alice Shetter commented in the “Loon” on the archery with Norman Neeb as the instructor in 1949. He had the girls string, unstring and aim the bow for their first lesson and after a day or two of practice, the girls felt ready to score for their awards.

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Sports and Staff–

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Some years were better than others for staff, and the sports section at Camp Maqua was not immune to the ups and downs of hiring qualified counselors for tennis, archery and riflery.

In one of the directors reports in the sixties’, Dorthe Balaskas wrote that sports was a let down, as she felt they had so much to offer. “I felt the staff did not open enough of the activities to the campers and limited what they could do,” she said, reflecting on the free choice scheduling and lack of enthusiasm. But, the following report indicated sports went much better and the staff was capable and worked better together, attempting to interest campers on a wider level.

Barbara Haggart was the sports director in 1967 and Dorthe felt her to be an asset, as a song leader, driver, and proficient with camp skills and planning programs. She was popular with girls of all ages. “I feel she would make a marvelous program director, and have been pleased with her ability to handle the campers in a group, which I must mention, is not an easy thing to do,” said Dorthe of the loyal social butterfly known as “Beanie” who had excellent ratings.

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Falls From Horses–

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Other riders were not so brave. Brooke Sauve (1949-51) would rather have been on a horse than swim. Her parents purchased her first horse when she was four, but she fell and broke her arm. Then the fear set in, so they sold the horse. When she was twelve they bought her another one. “The horses at Maqua were very calm, but I was still afraid and I still am today,” said Brooke.

Coleen Gasta loved the outdoors and also liked the horseback riding in the early sixties, but she had a hard time controlling her horse. “I was too intimidated. I remember my instructor yelling YOU CAN MAKE IT DO ANYTHING YOU WANT! “ (She eventually got into horses later and ended up renting one.)

The “Loon” in 1953 had a “Bulletin” on August 14. “One horse plus one canter equals one broken arm. (Name is Marsha and she’s slowly mending,)” read the piece about instructor Marsha Immerman, who never gave up her love for horses.

During the same time period, her cousin Audrey Graff and friend Molly Olson, recalled the steep embankment on the camp property that was an adventure to ride. It was far from the corral. The three girls loved to ride, but Audrey always had a degree of fear and was not as comfortable with riding as her friends. One day their friend Sherrie Susskind lost her footing in the stirrup and was dragged by the horse, had teeth kicked out and had to have plastic surgery later.

Marcia Sherman, who was also a friend of Marsha Immerman, took riding lessons when she was old enough. “I wasn’t a very big kid, but remember how huge I felt the animal to be in relation to me. One day it threw me and I was knocked out or stunned for a few minutes. The counselor wisely told me to get back on the horse, which I did and made it back to the stable. I may have riddet a few more times that summer, but never became fond of riding as Marsha did.”

Although not a seasoned rider, Amy Falk (1971-74) enjoyed riding. If a horse acted up, she was instructed to get off, but she only remembered doing a dive from a horse that acted up! Pamela Hartz (1966-75) had never been on a horse until camp. “I’m not sure if I was adventurous, but after falling from the horse there, I never wanted to go back on. I didn’t mind being around them, and I liked to groom them, I just didn’t want to ride them.”

Michele Patterson (1971-76) had one event, involving horseback riding, stand out in her mind. She fell off a white horse on an overnight trip. The horse spooked on the trail and she slid backwards off the horse named Champagne. “I was scared to death and I knew you were supposed to get back on the horse, but I just couldn’t. I have spent time with horses in my life, just walking them, but I have never been back on.”

Did you ever fall from your horse at camp? Were you injured?

 

Kicks, Bites, and Fears–

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There were a few girls who would have loved to ride, but could not afford the lessons. They admitted they were envious and some of them made room in their lives to learn years after camp. Others had the opportunity and experienced some accidents and incidents that changed their minds about ever wanting to ride again.

“I hated horses,”said Phoebe Atha (1947-48). “In fact, I remember my sister riding “Gypsy” at camp. I had a camera that I bought. My sister loved horses and I didn’t. I did not want any part of those big animals, but I took a photo of her on the horse. Well, she was so mad. When the photos came back, I had only half the horse in the photo.”

Her sentiments about riding and being around horses were shared by many—some who tried and some, like Liz Anderson (1973-74), who wanted to ride, but “the horses were so big and mean and they tried to eat my shoes and scared the heck out of me, so when I started crying, they let me take arts and crafts instead.”

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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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