Sports!

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Sports at camp consisted of tennis, archery, riflery and games. In the sixties, the archery field was located directly east of the main lodge; the badminton and volleyball field were to the left of the drive that led to the Infirmary; the baseball field and riding ring were located up the road from the archery. The tennis courts were located past the Infirmary, and the rifle range was past the tennis courts, but in other years, activities could have been located elsewhere.

Linda Lee Harp, who was the sports director in 1969, left a detailed report at the end of the summer. Her staff included Barb Grey in archery, Chris Lambert in tennis, Sue Wiegand in riflery and Jeanne Kiltie in games.

The west porch of the lodge was considered the ping-pong porch and a diagram of the lodge showed a small green cupboard on the east porch, along with the sports cupboard, with the riflery and archery equipment on the east porch. The shuffleboard equipment was in a long brown bench to the right of the fireplace, with the tennis racquets hung on the wall above the bench. The green benches were at the lakeside east wall, and stored badminton raquets and ping-pong equipment.

Stored in the archery cabinet were bows, arrows, targets, arm guards and finger gloves. The riflery cabiniet held the rifles and cleaning equipment. A small cupboard held badminton birdies, tennis balls, bases, first aid kit, extra riflery targets and the award sheets for archery and riflery.

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.”

Giddy-Up!

23505_115400608486953_6223099_nPenny Mitchell’s (1951-54) favorite thing to do was ride the horses at camp. It was something that she could do that she hadn’t done before. “I loved horses and camp was my conduit to horseback riding. I never fell off and we even rode bareback, which was very exciting. I can remember riding past the raspberry and thimbleberry bushes and picking them. I asked one day if I could go pick and the counselor said only if I brought enough back for the whole breakfast table to put on their cereal. So, I took one other girl and we picked raspberries for everyone!”

Many girls like Penny learned at camp for the first time, including Debbie Robson, who said Sarah Dufendach, (her riding instructor in the early seventies), was the only one who would let the girls run the horse into a full gallop. “It was an awesome feeling to be running on a horse,” she said.

For Carla Wilhelm (1945-49), if a class was offered, she took it. “I loved horseback riding and all the side trips we took. I remember one year we used long-eared mules for a while. We would saddle them up like horses. And another year we had to ride those darn English saddles, which were narrow with a slit and no horns. Jackie Valley was our instructor.”

“I had one particularly ornery horse that scared me,” said Randi Wynne-Parry (1969-73), who learned to ride at camp. “He always got me too close to the branches. I think they used trail horses and they just wanted to get back to the stable. Being a new rider, I was always apprehensive and nervous on that one horse.”

Kellie Moore (1970-77) loved the riding, even though it was a totally new experience for her. She took it year after year, saying, “It was pretty much a walk in the woods every time, and not much in the arena, but one year a couple of instructors started teaching us to jump. It was more like jumping over a log,” she laughed.

On Horseback—

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.)”

For The Love of Horses–

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Dorothea Kelton loved horseback riding when she attended camp in 1940 and remembered she had to pay extra for the lessons. She had been on horses around town, but not like her experience at camp. “We would tie a towel around the end of the bunk bed if we were riding, and the counselors would wake us up early. I still remember the instructor—Nadine Bell.

The riding was the main attraction for Kathy Sullivan (1961), who raised enough money babysitting so she could take the lessons at camp. She spent time with horses near her home, but just as Dorothea said, it was not the same as camp. The girls could ride days in a row.

Mardi Jo Link (1973-78) would save her babysitting money all year, so she could have the riding lessons at camp. “My bunk was the furthest from the stables and I can still see myself laying on the bunk during rest time, waiting for the bell to ring. I would have my riding boots on while I rested. I would race to get my favorite horse “Champagne”. That horse was like a horse out of the movies with its light colored eyes and coat. Now when I look back at the photos, it was not a horse out of the movies, but the saddest and ugliest pony,” she laughed. “But, it was a fairy tale horse to me back then.”

The horses that Shirley rode were very calm and she never fell. She always made sure she did go too far out or she would have to fight them to go farther.“It made it even more special that I had saved the money,” said Shirley Colbert (1941). “It was my parent’s way of telling me that everything doesn’t come easy.”

Anne Duffield (1947-50) was supposed to earn the extra money to pay for the lessons at camp, but never got around to it. “When it came time to ride, my name was on the list, so I took the lessons. When I got back home, my Mom made me sell my bkie to pay and as I recall, I didn’t care! I know later in life when we took our kids to a ranch in Colorado, they were surprised to see I could ride.”

Hiding With The Horses–

 

“It was a transformational experience at camp because of the animals, “ said Nancy Weber (1962). “ I was a girl born in the fifties in the city and I should have been a forties girl born in the country. I was just ripe for Camp Maqua. It was the first time that I rode a horse and it changed my life. That began a life long love affair. My Dad bought me a horse in the ninth grade and I had one until 1990, but my daughter was the one who had the talent for horses. I was very tight with Ollie and Mel and would visit them all the way through college and beyond—-that is how much they influenced me. Horses made me poor for the rest of my life,” she laughed. “Ollie and Mel were very dear to me and were models.”

“Honestly, I could not spend enough time with those horses. I had extra lessons for horseback riding at camp. I wanted triple sessions, but had to settle for double, but I would beg to go to those horses on my free time. I remember we could go for a swim during our free time, and somehow I figured out how to leave for the free swim, go back to the barn and get back to the lake. I made the mistake of forgetting to turn in my buddy tag, and they were practically dragging the lake for me,” said Nancy.

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