Counselors Share Their Stories #3

Published on January 18, 2017February 21, 2017 by Kathy Baker

As the oldest Michelson daughter, Sue camped for nine years at Maqua and developed her love of the water at the Flint YWCA. Beginning in 1963, her last job was as waterfront director in 1973, having only missed one summer when she travelled to Europe. She had worked all the way through college and loved the waterfront. “I trained, set the schedules, checked equipment, put the docks, canoes and rowboats in the water and taught beginners all the way up to senior lifesaving.”

Kathy Carney was known for her enthusiasm and lively spirit, according to her director in 1971, and seemed to be happiest with her cabin groups. Shelley Wright made a great transition from camper to junior counselor, and possessed an insight to her camper’s problems that made her very popular. Sharon Williams, although a first year staffer, adjusted to camp life and fit right in.

Kathy felt the first summer she counseled in 1970, the counselors were very close. “There was just something about that place. The counselors were some of the funniest people I ever met. When we had time off, one set of parents would drive to pick us up and take us all to their summer homes. One weekend it was to B.J. Henderson’s place in Harbor Springs, where we swam at ten at night. Once it was to Marty’s place in Saginaw. My little world grew that summer. Here I was —a little Catholic girl and I got to go to Jan Schreiber’s sixteenth birthday party or her Bat Mitzvah. On our time off we had little adventures.”

Jan was known as a sensitive and understanding person who worked well with her cabin, working in arts and crafts. “She had a tight cabin with unity and a positive feeling” and was part of the group that Kathy described—B.J. Henderson, “who found counseling her greatest satisfaction” as she taught at the waterfront. Debi Gottlieb was praised for her pleasant personality,”with a smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye—she’s the type of person you need to keep everything going.”

Counselors Share Their Stories #2

Published on January 18, 2017February 21, 2017 by Kathy Baker

The boathouse was the place Barb Rehmus loved as a cabin counselor in the seventies. “ I still have memories of the little girls I had. One Dad said he would give me $5 for every pound (she) gained that summer. I knew she would never gain any weight with all the activities and running around and I didn’t want his money. Another girl was acting out for attention and used cuss words, so another girl did the same thing and wondered why she got in trouble and not the other girl,” she laughed. “The involvement was fun and I always had the younger ones.”

“In the evenings, all the counselors would hang out and sometimes we would sit by the campfire. We all knew pretty quickly if someone came into the camp that wasn’t supposed to be there. We would come from all directions and amass pretty quickly to take care of the problem. We chased off a few, but they weren’t there to attack. As a counselor,” said Nancy Sautter (1968-70), “it was nice that it was all girls and we didn’t have to worry about all those after hours activities.”

Karen Selby, early seventies camper turned counselor, loved the campfires. “There were logs we sat on that were tiered into the hillside by the lake and I loved the skits that accompanied the songs. The fire bowl was by the lake and the cabin beyond the fire bowl was number eight and I was a camper there for two years and the last summer as a counselor, I lived there all by myself. I ran the arts program. I guess there were not enough campers to fill it. I was great for me running that program. I don’t know about them,” she laughed.

Judy Moore, as an assistant director 1970-71, lived in the lodge in the third bedroom. “We would rotate cabins. Some of the counselors who were not in charge of a cabin would be up there and there would be three or four of us up talking about our day, leadership role and people,” she said, as she described several of her competent counselors who did their jobs, but had fun.

Anne Moore lived in Dutton at the age of seventeen between her junior and senior years and was a water safety instructor in the sixties. “It was a great summer of fun. I slept on the screened porch all by myself on a roll away be and since I wasn’t sharing it, I loved it.”

“I liked the younger ones and we were always paired with girls that had a significant age difference, so there would be credibility,” said Priscilla Johns (1968). “I loved the responsibility and authority. I babysat all the time growing up, so this was not new to me.”

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Counselor’s Retreat

Published on January 9, 2017February 21, 2017 by Kathy Baker

For the staff, the days were long and responsibilities were huge. They were in charge of many campers at one time and at the end of sessions, most would say they were truly tired. In the early years a tent sat behind the lodge for smokers, but later one of the cabins was designated for revival. There were days off and escapes to the Laundromat in Hale (laughed Zoe McGrath 1967), but the retreat was THE place to go.

“Camper’s Vision and Opinion of the “Staff Shack” was the 1965 headline of the “Loon”. A survey was conducted to see why many of the campers had something against the retreat. (The final conclusion was the retreat had formed lazy counselors out of nice girls, according to the survey!)

“We would look better in it than those counselors. It’s so dirty, they probably have rats. They’re always telling us to be quiet, how can we? They’re setting the example from the retreat. The retreat is just a place of gossip. While we make her bed and pick up her stuff, she sits, eats the candy out of the candy machine and listens to music on the hi-fi”

Reverse Homesickness–#2

Published on December 12, 2016February 21, 2017 by Kathy Baker

One of the campers from the sixties loved getting away from her parents and was never homesick. “In fact, going to camp helped me feel like part of the group,” she said. (She had been friends with a girl named Kyle Higgs and their parents were also friends and they were at camp together). “When I told my Mom that there were kids who were homesick and hated the food, she told me that children who were happy at home were never homesick and liked the food. And I believed her!”

Girls who had been away from home, either for sleepovers or extended stays at relative’s homes, usually fared better in the homesickness department. Susan Bradford always felt comfortable at other friend’s homes, maybe due in part to the rigid rules her father imposed at home. She admitted to the usual normal adolescent angst separating from her parents in 1965, but was comfortable being away from home.

Anne Shutt had gone away at the age of six to help her aunt in Massachusetts with her baby, so she was used to being away from home. “I was also an extrovert who easily made friends and loved making new ones,” said sixties camper Anne, who had all brothers.

And then there were the campers who cried because they had to go, then cried because they had to leave—often asking to stay longer or returning the following summers with lengthier stays. Gail Schultheiss was nine in 1966 and very homesick, but the next two summers were double the sessions. Sue Michelson (1963-73) begged her father from the big phone booth in the lodge, but money was tight and she was told no, although she attended every summer from grade school until age twenty-one!

Reverse Homesickness–#1

Published on December 7, 2016February 21, 2017 by Kathy Baker

“I loved camp from the first day. I never remember being the least bit homesick, nor did I ever see my sister, except in passing,” said Kay Alcorn, who was bunked in Cabin Two (in the forties) closest to the lodge, with a counselor and seven others in bunk beds. “I got a prized top bunk that summer and every summer thereafter until I was thirteen. The other young girls did get homesick and one or the other of them was always in tears– being comforted by a counselor. I couldn’t understand their feelings.”

“The first year I eventually figured out the other girls with their homesick routines were getting more attention than I was. So, I decided to fake it during siesta one day. I put on a far bigger act than anyone before. I lay in my bunk and wailed. My counselor was rubbing my back and offering treats. Nothing worked, so she sent for other counselors and eventually my sister. Still I howled, mostly with a pillow over my head. Finally, I had to give up. I threw the pillow off and started laughing. I don’t remember their reaction, but I think I felt a little embarrassed by all the concern I’d caused, as well I should have.”

Homesickness–#6

Published on December 5, 2016February 21, 2017 by Kathy Baker

“My best friend at the time was going with me to Maqua. It was her first time away from home, a fact I could scarcely believe, since she was already fourteen. Her family was somewhat dysfunctional, as I look back on it. Her parents eventually divorced and her father was an alcoholic, so being the typical oldest child, she felt she needed to be home to take care of them. None of the rest of our friends had anything but Ozzie and Harriet households,” said Kay Alcorn, who had camped in the late forties with a great group of girls. (Her friend had a good time by the end of her session.)

Laurie Cone’s older sister Tally was in Senior Village in 1962 when she attended. One would think she would not have been homesick with a sister close by, but her two-week session turned into one when she got a stomach ache and ended up in the infirmary. “I loved it there and didn’t want to go home, or so I told them, “ laughed Laurie. “My parents had a cottage in Oscoda and they had to come pick me up, but the next summer I begged to go back to camp.”

Tally, of course, remembered camp to be a blast and could not wait to get to Senior Village with the older girls. “My sister looked up to me and she was in elementary school when I was in middle school,” said outgoing and independent Tally. “Ironically, Laurie was the one who ended up going for years and becoming a counselor.”

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