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Archival Albums

Published on by Kathy Baker

How many of us have dusty old albums from our family tucked away with photos undated, faces not named and places not revealed? I can remember the first time I had access to the Camp Maqua archives in 2011. I was so excited to see the oldest ones from the early twenties, with dates and and names. They were buried in the basement of the Bay City YWCA offices at the time, piled in boxes with random photos also stuffed in envelopes. I was equally thrilled when the director allowed me to take a sampling of photos and albums home with me.

Every year at Camp Maqua, we have an association meeting with the residents. I spread the photos and albums on the old linoleum topped dining tables for them to peek into the past at the 2011 meeting.They were as excited as I was to see the dwellings that still stood on the property in the early days. I think seeing the pristine condition of the craft hut, boathouse, camp Brownie, and some of the huts planted the seed for the need to restore our precious buildings, which we did..

Years later, after many women had driven down Maqua Trail and stopped to see if the camp was still there, the idea was planted in my mind to write their stories down. Many provided clues to who were in the photos that were not named along with their stories. The boxes of archival photos that were loaned to me in for two years gave me the opportunity to organize them by era. Later, a director who was on board with my project had the foresight to enlist college kids to archive many clippings and photos professionally.

At this time, after the Y office has moved many times, the archives are at the Historical Museum of Bay County. I had hoped to see what they have before I left in September, but it did not happen. Next May I will stop again to see all the archives that were not only saved, but contained many of campers and directors donated memoribilia. I would love to see them on permanent display.

I have been given hope that we can bring the archives back to Iosco County by the director of the Greater Bay YWCA. It will be my project upon my return to Michigan, as many of the donated photos and items were given to me when I interviewed for the book. It was my understanding they would be on public display when I donated them to the Y. If any of the staff or campers have albums or photos from camp to donate, send me a message at walkbake@gmail.com

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End of Summer

Published on by Kathy Baker

The leaves are turning, but we won’t be here to see the brilliant fall foliage as we head to Florida for the winter the long way. (Down the east coast from Maine, hopefully with peak color.) What a wonderful summer with just the right amount of sun and rain, company, and downtime.

Our partner in the lodge and business passed away this summer. Bill’s Uncle Aaron Starks was a man of faith who raised three great children with his wife, Blanche. He will be missed by all who loved him and was instrumental in many restoration projects of the lodge and our golf course.

We were blessed to have three of our four children and families visit this summer, who enjoyed the lake activities, cart rides, and tourist trips. Hopefully, next summer is Covid-free, so our young ones from California can fly again. Somehow bonfires without the kids roasting marshmallows or catching fireflies are not the same when they aren’t there.

The saddest part of our summer was the loss of the giant sycamore tree that stood mighty and tall by the west side of the lodge. Rotting from the inside, we had to remove it before it fell. We grieved to see it come down, with all the history it must have seen. It was well over 100 years old, and the rings left on the stump had stories to tell. Several families preserved some of the enormous rounds for tables to remember the tree.

The second saddest event was the complete implosion of hut #6, which sat on the property next to Dutton. It had been moved across the road and used as storage by the Fidler family. For years the door opened into a hut of treasured names and dates. Now, the shingled roof sits inside the hut, resembling a fairy forest of algae and moss.

The Maqua Association held its annual meeting by the campfire. Lydia Engel displayed the new Maqua flag, and we had a flag-raising ceremony before our pot-luck with plans to order a new American flag to replace the existing one. The deck by the boathouse is also under repair by Kim Gorman, Bill Baker, and Thom Engel, to prevent further rotting of the wood. The deck is over twenty years old and is our favorite gathering spot for all things Maqua.

My granddaughters Ainsley and Addison, and Mom Stephanie Baker, assisted me with a Camp Maqua summer display in the Plainfield Township Hall museum. We gathered memorabilia from the lodge for the tableau, featured in the local paper with a previous article written about the camp. I also visited the Greater Bay Region YWCA to meet the new director with the desire to house some of their archives for our 100-year celebration of Camp Maqua on the Loon Lake property in 2024. (Stay tuned for details!)

I am unsure of the steps to register Camp Maqua and its buildings on the historic Michigan register, but it is my winter research project. It is my hope that there will be grants to help with our building preservation. If there are any campers or staff that have experience with this, please email me at walkbake@gmail.com.

A Piece Of History

Published on by Kathy Baker

For the girls’ who camped at Maqua, the boys’ camp across the lake was a constant lure of excitement. The stories were legend of attempts to meet the boys in the middle of the lake, and to conjure pranks between the two camps was as fun as the socials that were held for the counselors.

Camp Mahn-go-tah-see was a YMCA camp with headquarters in Oakland County, which operated from 1929-1987. Just as Camp Maqua fell into financial difficulties, the boys’ camp was not exempt, and they sold the camp to the Michigan District LMS. (Lutheran Church). Two new buildings were added in 1996, and in 1997 a task force was appointed to study the camp’s future.

My two daughters attended day camp in the 90s, and my oldest daughter experienced a week there camping in a bunkhouse by the beach. Her memories of the dining hall, a large wooden structure with tall ceilings and a stone fireplace, remain in her memory. Endurance swimming, riflery, archery, and other activities were similar to what the girls of Camp Maqua experienced during their sessions.

On warm summer mornings, the sounds of marching bands practicing on the large open field could be heard around the lake. Many summer concerts were shared at the end of their sessions, as residents boated over to watch their accomplishments on the field. It was a sad day when the children’s camp closed in 2000, and we heard no more music from the high school marching bands from around the state.

Renamed the Loon Lake Lutheran Retreat Center in 2000, it continued to be rented by various organizations, high schools, and individual families until the next sale to a private investment group in 2018. Currently, developers and builders Kandi and Darin Eyth are busy with the sales of lots and homebuilding, with a low density ensuring pristine Loon Lake will remain quiet with very little boat traffic. Seven of the fifteen lots have been sold at this time.

My husband and I had the opportunity to view their beautiful home and enjoyed a cart ride around the old camp. The sad old cabins and dining hall are barely standing, but the property remains beautiful. The Eyth’s have incorporated many of the old signs, relics, and artifacts into their new home and the floors and walls showcase the repurposed wood of the old buildings. Their view from the camp’s property is wonderful, built with huge windows to take advantage of the view.

As we carted and walked over the bridges, sat on the bluff overlooking the lake, and peeked into old buildings, they talked of their plans. We passed an old sign with a bible passage from the original camping days, enclosed in a wooden structure. When I heard they did not know what to do with it, I jumped at the chance to house it at Camp Maqua, and it now graces our wall on the sports porch. I am thrilled to be the new owner, and they are happy it has a new home. My happiness also extends to the knowledge that a young couple has an appreciation for the history of Camp Mahn-go-tah-see and a vision for the utilization of the property for the future.

Independence Day on Loon Lake

Published on by Kathy Baker

How many celebrations must have occurred on Loon Lake over the years with campers from the generations before us–years of traditions celebrating our independence–during the war years of the forties and sixties–mixed feelings of patriotism with fear for loved ones serving overseas? This year is no different, with many of our friends and relatives in the armed forces still deployed in troubled zones worldwide.

Having lived outside the United States for 12 years of my life, fueled by generations who served in my family—my grandfather, uncle, father, and aunt who all did their part during WWII, the Korean and Vietnam wars, I have a deep sense of Patriotism. As Americans living in England during the turbulent 60s, our families continued to celebrate our traditions of Independence from the colonies in our hometown complete with fireworks and barbecues and American potluck dishes.

In the 60s at Camp Maqua, ” special events included Worldwide Fellowship, which was celebrated in the first session in conjunction with the 4th of July. On Sunday at the Chapel Hill vespers and services, the series would begin. It was a day set aside for friendship and fellowship on a state and local level”, I wrote in one of my blogs. Not many girls interviewed mentioned what celebrations took place on the property on Loon Lake.

This weekend Loon Lake was as busy as I have ever seen it. Multiple boats, jet-skis, tubers, and floating revelers enjoyed the 90-degree weather. The annual boat parade was held, with about 25 decorated boats parading slowly around the shores for families to enjoy. Although I did not have any family up this weekend, I enjoyed seeing the shoreline dotted with deck chairs, firepits, children fishing from their docks, and inflatables filled with bathers.

Two of our neighbors with grandchildren try to outdo each other every year, competing with their boat themes. The West boat, loaded with ten children and ten adults in hula skirts, straw hats, and pineapple drinks, cruised through the waters with their entire boat dressed in grass skirts, bellowing out tropical music. The Joe Clancy family featured the Olympic logo fashioned from hula hoops, a torch made from a blower, and their grandchildren dressed as different Olympic sports competitors. The Bill West boat, decorated by Robyn West Turpin and friends, was declared the winner and was presented the Loon flag for 2021 from last year’s winners, and the Clancy family vowed to win next year.

The lake lit up at night with the multiple fireworks from each end of the lake. My husband and I joined his brother Mike Baker, nephews Max and Mike Jr., families and friends for a rousing concert on their deck, followed by great fireworks from their neighbors. (I keep hinting we should have a Loon-A-Palooza concert series from the docks on the 4th with bands staged around the lake.) The kids toasted marshmallows, made paper fans to keep themselves cool, and clapped in delight for the fireworks while dogs hid and howled. It was a perfect night of tradition with family and friends.

Open The Doors and Windows!

Published on by Kathy Baker

Summer is here, spreading a fine layer of pine pollen on my newly cleaned surfaces, as I attempt to clean the lodge porches. Eight weeks post-op for a radial head replacement on my elbow after a fall, I am cleaning and opening up as a one-armed bandit.

Weeding the perennial garden is daunting, but two days of rain made my single-arm weeding easier. Peonies, Irises, Geraniums, and Social Garlic are in bloom. Lupine and baby Irises flank the campcraft hut. It used to be so much easier to lift myself off the ground in my younger years when weeding and I bemoan the aching bones.

This season my hubby is scraping and painting hut one next to the lodge. The screen door, main door, and trim will get a fresh coat of white paint to offset the olive green siding of the other buildings on our property. This is the first summer of total retirement for him, as we sold Wicker Hills Golf Course to his cousin Judy Stuckey and husband Mike from Texas. (Daughter of our ex-partners Blanche and Aaron Starks.)

My goals this summer include assisting members of the Hale Historical Commission with a summer exhibit with a great portion of the Camp Maqua memorabilia and artifacts donated by me from the lodge. My other goal is lofty—attempting to bring back the donated photos, albums, camp sentimental saves, and news clippings back from the Greater Bay Region YWCA archives. When the offices moved a few years ago, the accessible archives were moved to a vault with no public access.

Ex-camper Laura Taylor recently visited Camp Maqua. As a long-time resident of the Bay area with numerous connections, she promised to help me with my endeavor. If there are any contacts in alumni land with connections to this project, please email me at walkbake@gmail.com.

We’re expecting three of our four children and their families this summer. No family will be present for the ever-delightful 4th of July parade on the lake, but we expect a sunny day for the fun of participation and joy of those who go over the top decorating their boats. Photos to follow!

Happy 2021 after a year of isolation and changes. Throw open the doors and windows on the world and in your place of happiness!

 

Happy Covid Christmas and a Healthy New Year!

Published on by Kathy Baker

What a strange and bizarre time we have been living in 2020. As my husband joked, “Whoever thought we could enter a bank with a mask on and not get shot?” A pandemic, isolation from our friends and family, social distancing, many working and teaching from home, ordering food and supplies online, which has become the norm. I long for the day I can face the world without a mask in a crowd, to hug and kiss without fear, and to hop on a plane to visit my family out of state.

Most of my friends and family have practiced their smiling faces, chins up, and all that positive stuff until they are blue in the face. It has been a weary nine months of trying to hold it together. It has been sad not to visit friends/family with the virus, sick in the hospital with no visitors; others have died of natural causes with no funerals; friends tragically lost family members due to mental health issues and a general blanket of fear smothered us all.

The upside for many included mastering Telehealth appointments, Zoom and FaceTime, as older and younger generations bridged the distance with social connections. Text messages, family Facebook threads, and just checking in became a regular occurrence, perhaps due to the fact we did not take any life for granted anymore. I cannot ever remember being able to say, we are all in the same boat with something this dramatic that could affect anyone, regardless of religion, color, ethnicity, political persuasion, or age.

Thankfully, none of my family or friends have lost their lives due to Covid, but many have been sick. With hospitals overflowing, no one wants to be in for any medical surprises, but three of my family members had to have emergency surgeries or procedures. The overwhelming dedication of those on the frontline will never be forgotten, and we all know many. Thankfully, the future looks bright with the arrival of the vaccine.

I am thankful for many things this year. Summer in Michigan and winter in Florida allowed me to enjoy biking, walking, and pool aerobics outside in great weather. An outdoor deck in Florida and a screened porch and boat in Michigan allowed me to enjoy outdoor dining and boating. Golf was safe to play, because it was outdoors, so our Michigan course enjoyed the best season in years.

Living in nightwear or leggings was not frowned upon. I saved on makeup, clothing, and dining out because I stayed in. I straightened my teeth, grew my hair, took care of my skin, and exercised more. I read more books, watched more movies and my house was never more cleaned or organized. I also subscribed to some instant meal deliveries, which were cheaper than dining out! Guilt-free living!

Gas was cheap, but most did not travel. My newly-retired husband and I were fortunate to take a month trip in our car in September when kids returned to school (online and in-house.) We were impressed with the safety protocols instituted in hotels and dined outdoors in great weather while visiting the National Parks across our great country. (To the left is ex-camper and legendary Sue Purdue Tanner, who we enjoyed lunch with us on our trip through Montana.)

Many of my friends and family were not able to stay home but worked all through these trying times. They all deserve a round of applause. My heart goes out to many of my friends and family who lost jobs, closed businesses, and had to stay home with no childcare relief to teach their children, with no breaks.

2020 was like a war, where we all hid from the enemy, hoping the enemy did not find us. I hope that all who read this have more positives than negatives from this “war”; that 2021 brings health and happiness to each of your families and that we all come out stronger, smarter, and love our friends and family more than ever. Camping is fun, but not from our houses!