Cabins And Tents–#2

Published on October 31, 2016February 21, 2017 by Kathy Baker

Bonnie Kessler loved the sounds of the loons at night, which were “spooky”, but they would start the ghost stories in the huts, especially when the moon hung over the lake on those dark nights. She could not wait to be in Cabin Eight. “I don’ know why”, said this forties camper, who finally got in. “I guess I thought it was desirable because it was high, on a rise, with a long path nearby.”

Kathy Sullivan (1961) remembered the three wooden huts in Senior Village with the double bunks as being fairly large. “There were braces between the studs, where I could put my treasures on the shelf”, said Kathy, who was happy to be in the area where there were three cabins together close to the “Brownie”.

Senior Village was built in 1959, with three new cabins on a larger scale. Notes from the Department of Social Services in 1960 list the size as larger than the originals, with racks for suitcases and clothing, and a building sub-committee report in 1959 listed the new ones as 16 feet by 20 feet, with the total cost around $4,000.

“There was no Senior Village when I first went there,” said Jane Linder, who attended in the fifties, “ but I was one of the first to be in Senior Village and two of my friends went with me. It was a special time.”

Bottom Bunks and Bedrolls–

Published on October 24, 2016February 21, 2017 by Kathy Baker

Not everyone wanted the top bunk. Muriel Richert only had memories of sleeping on the bottom bed in the fifties, because she was afraid of falling off the top bunk. She had company with Patsy Walsh (1938), who also had a fear of heights. For Kathy Hall (1966-71), her little 5 ft. 2 in. height prevented her from climbing up top.

Jeri Smith could not wait to get to the rustic little cabin in 1965, with the musty smell, knot holes in the wood and rope pull windows. “I always wanted the bottom bunk. Sometimes there would be little bed wetters and the counselors never made a big deal of it, but you would see those sleeping bags drying out on the clothes lines.”

Not everyone was so kind to the bed wetters, according to a few girls. Shirley Colbert recalled a girl in 1941 going home after the hut giggled over the incident and Cindy Naylor knew girls teased instead of being ignored in 1967. Little girls, frightened and homesick often wet their pants and their beds and if a counselor was around, it was handled much more gently. Often girls wanted the top bunks, fearing a “rainstorm” under them.

The Haggard Marcusson Company in Chicago featured the “Tiger” brand steel bunk beds in a 1916 catalog for $26.40 identical to the ones in the bunkhouses at camp. Minutes from March 31, 1937 indicated six bids from different companies had been solicited and Haggard Marcosson was the lowest, but the Wieland Company offered the best price on mattresses. There were also inquiries about waterproof ticking, which was the covering on the mattress.

“I remember laying on the bunk bed and the girls would lay below and kick the bottom of my mattress to get me airborne to see how far I would go,” laughed Elaine Engibous from the early sixties.

The Race For The Top Bunk–

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

The “Dear Diary” section was written by

Dorothy Niedzielski, Betty Miller and Ethel Feldman in the “Loon” in 1947, outlining a weeks’ worth of camp musings. “Well, I finally got here and rushed to the lodge, found my hut and rushed (knocking everyone over) to get a top bunk (success). After dropping my belongings all over the hut I rushed to Dutton (poor me 14 ½ years and only weigh 95 pounds.) Finally making my bed before supper, I came back and found my bed pied.” (And what would pied be?)

“I was in Hut One and I loved it,” said Minette Jacques, who was only seven when she camped in 1955. She had slipped past the age requirement because her two older sisters were at camp. “I wanted to be on the top bunk, but because I was the younger one, I had to be on the bottom. Well, you can bet every year I bullied my way to the top bunk by running to the hut first and grabbing it. My sister and I loved being on the top bunk. From that bed we had control of the window—your own private window where you could open and close it. And in the 2×4 rafters, you could put a shoebox with your personal things in it.”

“Everyone wanted the top bunk”, said Susan Williams, who camped for ten years beginning in 1947. “You had to step on the bottom with your sandy feet to get to the top,” Cindy Naylor (1967) always liked the top bunk and “always got what I wanted because I was just that kind of girl.”

Missy Plambeck, (1968-78) said it was a big deal to have the top bunk, where you could store personal things on the shelves. “We would line our stuff up and I think the girls on the bottom bunks actually had shelves or cubbies.” For Carolyn Stanton (1947), the top bunk was where she wanted to be, “but I had a room of my own at home and so it was crowded!”

Footlockers As A Status Symbol–#2

Published on October 17, 2016February 21, 2017 by Kathy Baker

Some of the girls who owned footlockers laughed as they told me they still owned theirs–a few holding Camp Maqua memorabilia.

Jane Miller had s shiny black one during her years in the late sixties and early seventies ”, and Amy Falk (1971-74) still has her red, white and blue one. Debbie Tweedie’s was light blue and sat at the end of her bunk from 1965-72.

Debbie Hawkins (1960) had a metal footlocker, which was bought just for camp. “It was a big deal to have that footlocker and I remember I had to buy two bathing suits because I swam every day.” Same year camper Anne Marxhausen was pretty sure her Mom packed her footlockers, filled with new clothes, “knowing my Mom, who loved to shop”.

“I laugh now when I think of packing for my camping and what he (my son) has packed for his. He is taking enough for the whole cabin! I had a footlocker and could fit my sleeping bag and pillow in besides my clothes. There is no room in his for either,” laughed seventies girl Karen Selby.

Carrie Norris (1972) was in a cabin with girl who came to Maqua with a footlocker filled with stuffed animals and food. “I have the feeling she came from a house that would equal one on the “Hoarders” television show, judging by the things in her footlocker,” she laughed.

Pat O’Tool (1944-52) is convinced camp taught her leadership qualities. “I was always an organizer and planner and I always packed my sister Nancy’s footlocker to go away because I was more organized. I can remember we had a long hallway in our house and packing those footlockers was always a big thing. Our bedrooms were upstairs and we would line our footlockers up and make piles.”

Footlockers As A Status Symbol–#1

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

“How I wanted a footlocker,” said Mary Obey (1957,1966-67). “You were considered in if you had one, and I finally got one.” Andrea Gale (1970-74) never had one, but said footlockers were a “huge thing and a huge status symbol”.

Vicki Wynne-Parry (1965-68) had a green footlocker that her Dad bought her for years. She was eight and went with her sister Kim, who was three years older. “When my parents dropped me off on opening day, I was an independent girl and I remember waving goodbye to them. I was raring to go! I remember someone yelling, “Wait you left one behind– you forgot one!” They didn’t think I belonged because I was so little. I had a little pixie haircut and I was small.”

Her sister Randi (1969-73) thought the cabins were so cool with the bunk beds, but for her the best part was that her Dad bought all the sisters matching footlockers

It seemed to Kim Wynne- Parry that footlockers that sat at the end of the bed were mandatory. (They were probably never mandated, but plenty of girls wanted one!) Kim still has her and recalled the list she checked off, as she packed two weeks worth of clothes into her. She laughed as she remembered her sister only used the clothes at the top and the rest were clean when she returned home.

Traditions On The Way–

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

When Beth Phillip’s parents drove her to camp in their pick-up truck (1972-78), there was a certain point where she would get so excited, because she felt like she was almost there. As they neared US 23 there was a pink tent and that was the landmark she waited to see!

“My Mom and Grandma would always drive me up there for sessions and my Dad would always pick me up and drive up to meet my Mom at our cottage near Harrisville,” said Jenifer Penzien (1969-71) of their yearly summer ritual.

For Maggie Young (1962), it was an adventure. “Even travelling in my Dad’s 1961 Corvair was an adventure. It ended up being my first car.”

“My family was not wealthy, and we didn’t even have a television until 1956,” said Ellen Hydorn (1954) whose aunt shared her vacation home in Tawas with the family,” but the rest of the girls I went up with were all fairly wealthy. I remember my Dad drove me up in the old Cadillac.”

Carol Requadt’s brother was in Camp Iroquois on Sand Lake in 1945 and when both camping sessions were over, their parents would pick them up and head to their rental cottage, which was also in Tawas. She was not alone in that double pick up, as many of the campers had brothers attending nearby camps.

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