Hear Our Voices! #2

IMG_0674_2Session one in 1949 posted an article about a newly organized council. “For many years there has been in existence a council composed of camper representatives, but this year the two councils have worked cooperatively on many problems,” it stated. The council first periods was composed of Lucille HardingJerry FlemingHelen HastyNan Lipscott and Bertie Van Welt, and represented a “wide diversion of interests”, attempting to be fair and objective with their decisions.

The agenda listed items such as setting up camper schedules, dealing with grievances, settling counselor problems, presenting questions of procedures at staff meetings and store hours. Their goal was to “widen opportunities for campers and extend the democratic system at Maqua” and they agreed that the first meeting was considered a success.

In 1950, the Camper’s Council consisted of Joan BeersJanice CameronKaren Temple, Connie Fisher, Eileen Salmond, Pat HubbardNancy KulaJudy HarrisonJanie HaleJudy Waldorf and CIT’s Judy Alcorn and Ann Malloy. Counselors Ann Hayden and Shirley Piguet joined “Dicky” the director planning the morning and evening programs and the frog races.

Hut 1 in fourth period of 1950 housed all the CIT’s and they joined the council, along with Louise KibbleKaren TempleJan MosierMary Brown, Alicia RobertsFrances KendrickMary CalopsisSylvia Jones and their director “Dickie”. They planned all the evening programs, which included a baby party, a water pageant, a chuck wagon style dinner “in true Western style”.

The councils were still operating in 1952, according to articles in the “Loon”. Mary Day, Mary Neal, Ann MartinLynne BrownSally MaceyPenny NickelRoberta Richardson, Nancy Penoyer, Rosemary Michaels and Mary Jane Keschman planned a square dance, a taffy pull, a silent meal, a treasure hunt and another chuck wagon dinner.

“Camp Maqua Revisited”

IMG_5796Over the years-and there’ve been many since then, At least once a summer I reminisce when, My friends and I would pack up our trunks, and come to this place and Pick out our bunks. “What do you want” bottom or the top? Nobody really cared, We were there, up for the dare, And ready for fun–nonstop! Revelry in the morning—raising the flag, and maybe a bra or 2, Then choosing of activities, Oh soooo many, What’s a girl to do? Arts & Crafts, canoeing, or maybe learn to shoot a gun, Swims in the lake, (don’t forget the buddy system) or stepping on a snake, Or riding a horse, and the singing of course. WHATEVER you chose–it was FUN! I never minded the food too much, I’ll eat pretty much anything to this day, But I do remember a food fight HAHA Much to the directors dismay. The infirmary, the brownie, nature hut and yes, camp store, Our cabin with the little shelf, that held our toothpaste and more, Thad we’d use, when we found an empty space to write our names upon the Rafters, A reminder to all, that we were here, And to all who would come soon after. But the Lodge was my most favorite place, with the cookies and if lucky–mail, And everywhere you looked a smiling face—attached to a pig or pony tail. That place where we got our bellies fed, Sang silly songs that got stuck in our head, Then reluctantly trounced off to bed—Taps and giggled until the last goodnight was said…..Then did it all over again. These are just some snip its of my Camp Maqua memories, With a big heartfelt THANK You to Kathy for allowing this possibility, to go back in time–once again. <3 Written by Ann Niegarth Laskowski as she returned for the Centennial Reunion