Counselors Left Their Mark

Published on January 4, 2017February 21, 2017 by Kathy Baker

“The year was 1947 and we were all in a tent down the hill to the right of the lodge. We should have been known as the dirty shoes and socks gang. There was a counselor that said her name was Julianna Knockalulu Desdemona Pocohantas Bubble Gum Duck Face Ford. Some important things you just never forget”, laughed Mary Hewes.

There were stand-outs as role models or counselors remembered because of their kindnesses, talents, or traditions within their cabins. For Sally Allen (1968-73) the memory of a family of sisters who taught sailing (with long gorgeous hair) was a combination of envy and respect.

For one young camper in the sixties, (who was very bright, but not as social as some of the counselors), one counselor intimidated her and another personified the ideal Maqua girl. Her name was Diane Dudley, nicknamed “Dodo”, who began as a camper and then became an aide, and was loved by everyone.

Susan Alcorn, who camped in the fifties, believed “riding instructors were goddesses and counselors just a step below”, as did Barb Rehmus (1965-76) about Judy Moore.“Her back went out and she couldn’t get out of bed. She was so well loved and we all thought she was invincible! We couldn’t believe she was all stooped over, so we brought her food. Some people have magnetism and charisma and even then, she had it.”

My (Gang) Went There !#4

Published on December 28, 2016February 21, 2017 by Kathy Baker

Nancy Michelson was one of four sisters who attended in the sixties and seventies. Close in age, they were known at “The Michelson Girls”. Their mother was not only behind the sisters going to camp, she was the ringleader of the many girls from Flint who attended in the late forties.

Ellen Hydorn was part of the “Fifth Street Gang”, which consisted of five girls who lived on the same street. Four went to camp together in 1954, when they were eleven years old. The other girl had a mother and two daughters who attended.

Friends Lori Rosenbaum, Karen Magidshohn and Pamela Hartz were known as “The Three Musketeers”. “I was the youngest in that group of Jewish girls, but we never felt prejudice. I always felt incredibly safe,” said Pamela.

Kim Wynne-Parry was eight in 1963 when her Mom and Shelley Wright’s Mom decided they should go off to camp together. Kim continued until the end of middle school, but Shelley continued on as a counselor. “I was always with Shelley when I went to camp, but she was the more athletic one and made friends more easily.”

Melissa Plambeck (1968-78) met a girl by the name of Julie Bernard at camp and they stayed in touch long enough for Julie to stand up in her wedding. Carol Wahl met Pam Moore in 1974 in her first year at camp. They ended up as college room-mates and was also in Carol’s wedding.

My (Sister) Went There! #2

Published on December 25, 2016February 21, 2017 by Kathy Baker

“I was the youngest of the three sisters, and although I don’t remember ever being at camp with them, I do remember them going to camp. It was a natural thing for me to go there,” said Barb Krohn, who knew many of the Saginaw girls who attended from 1970-72. “I was excited, because I knew what I was going to, after dropping off and picking up sisters year after year with my parents.”

Karen Short’s sister was at camp in the forties at the same time, but she could never spot her. “Everyone was busy in their own age group. You even sat at your dining table with the girls in your group,” said Karen of her time at camp that seemed to vanish quickly. “It was not like the children of today. I think we were easily amused.”

Doris Engibous was twelve years old when she packed off to camp for the first time in 1966, and despite the fact her older sister Elaine and younger sister Judy had attended, “Neither of them became as obsessed as I did,” she said. (Her friend Beth Holder went one year, but never returned.)

Doris camped for four years, but missed one when her family was transferred to Switzerland with Dow Chemical in 1971. It was the only summer she missed, which would have been the summer she would have been a kitchen aide. She was a counselor for two years between her junior and senior year and admitted, “I could never get enough of it.”

Reverse Homesickness–#4

Published on December 19, 2016February 21, 2017 by Kathy Baker

For those girls who were campers and then moved into staffing positions at Maqua, their memories of the girls leaving and their own feelings continued to be strong. They had to say goodbye to campers at every session and watch as girls left with many emotions.

“One cherished memory for me is the sight of the young campers making new friends and bonding through a two-week period, sad to leave each other at the other end. They too had an experience for the first time—very emotional. There were those who really waited so anxiously for their parents to arrive for pick up and it was always obvious to me which parents had a special bond with their girls,” said Judy Moore, who was the assistant director 1970-71. “These young campers had an adventure that asked that they survive without their usual family support and develop these skills. Remarkable, when I think about it!”

The staff of the “Loon” in 1961 penned this paragraph—“Dear Campers, Was it really only two weeks ago that all of us gathered together in the lodge together, watching the Kangaroo Court for counselors? The time has gone by so swiftly, and now we say ‘so long’, but let us not say goodbye. Instead, why don’t we take with us memories made rich by new friendships, made rich by new skills learned, made rich by evenings spent around a campfire. We on the staff will remember the fun we had on cabin day when we got to know each one of you well. We will remember the time when we sang together after meals, and the way Alice would holler “garbage”. Sure, we all know about the dishes and cabin clean-up, but deep inside we all know that these are only a part of camp life. And were they really that bad? We have all enjoyed these weeks. We hope you have, too.”

Reverse Homesickness–#3

Published on December 14, 2016February 21, 2017 by Kathy Baker

Margot Homburger (1946-50) signed up for two weeks and asked for more. “At that time, I ended up moving into a different cabin with different girls and then I was just a little homesick, so maybe I was there just a little too long. But, every year I waited for that flyer to come and my friends and I would try to get into the same cabin, but we always made new friends. We used to leave camp in tears and cry all the way to Standish and couldn’t wait to get back the next year.”

Gretchen Jacques (1955) could not relate to the homesick girls and loved the woods and sleeping outside. Although her mother did not like to camp, the family used to rent places on Mullet Lake and continued with two of her sisters buying on the same lake. “As a kid, I hated to leave those places, too. My whole family felt like that. I loved it and hated to leave, just like camp. I called it reverse homesick.”

Pam Hartz (1966-75) loved camp and could not wait to go back each summer. “After eight weeks, I just did not want to leave at all, and I loved being a counselor. I liked that I could be a shoulder to cry on for the girls who were homesick, or had to have braces or whatever.”

“When we left, we would cry all the way home. My Mom called it camp sickness instead of homesickness,” said Betsy Falvey (1968-75). “I was never homesick. Instead I would sit in my room and write letters to my friends and counselors from camp. Honestly, I was more homesick when I went off to college!”

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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