1970’s

Taps and Reveille

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It was always an honor to be chosen to participate in the flag ceremonies at camp. The tradition of Reveille with the flag-raising, and Taps blown at flag lowering at the end of the night, were tradtions that remained in the memories of the women who participated.“I still remember what an honor and big deal it was to get chosen to raise or lower the flag,” said Jeri Smith (1965)– still puzzled by the selection process.

In the fifties, Janet Dixon recalled; “Each day began with a bugle playing Reveille and the lonesome sound of Taps at lights out.” For Dawn Sohigian (1966-74) it added to the wonderful structure that comprised the days at camp. Others, like Pamela Hartz (1966-75) loved waking up to the sound of the bugle blasting through the camp and the routines and structure that served as her anchor.

“There was a seating area where we would wait for the big bell to ring. We had to be there for flag raising,” said Beverly Schlatter (1944-49). “It was traditional—rain or shine. It was deemed to be quite important and attendance was required.” There were rules that were remembered surrounding the ceremony involving the flag—no bare feet, and coming and going by the bell in the sixties for Mary Obey.

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The Spiritual View

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The services, whether you believed or did not believe, were spiritual in nature because of their natural surroundings. Many of the girls had clear memories of the spot on the hill with the beautiful trees and view of the lake, and just as many reasons why they loved it.

As a present-day photographer, Anne Shutt (1961-66) had memories of dressing in whites to go to the services and the beauty of Chapel Hill. “It would photograph beautifully. Those were the years that I decided I wanted to be a photographer. I knew what I wanted to do at age ten. I was so into Camp Maqua and it was so beautiful.”

Linda Greenwald (1948-58) loved the scenery and sitting in the fresh air, as did Holly Foss (1966-72) who admired the views, but Valerie Monto (1964-68) not only enjoyed the view of the lake, but the boys from the camp across the lake patrolling by as they sat in their service!

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Those Little Catholic Girls

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“Our family was Catholic and I remember when my parents made arrangements to send my sister to camp (1962) some of their friends worried that she would be “indoctrinated”, said Sue Augustyniak . “They had not started bringing the girls into town to the Catholic Church yet, so she went to the lovely interdenominational service and loved the singing and thought it was better than church. When I went, they would drive us into Hale to mass.”

Sharon Wilcox (1949+) said the Sunday rituals at Camp Maqua remain clear—whites placed at the end of the Catholic girls’ beds, so the counselors knew who to wake up for church—and off they went in a pickup truck, with those left behind marching up Chapel Hill for their service.

Anne Obey (1960-70) agreed that if you were Catholic, you did not get to sleep in on Sunday. She and her sister Mary Obey were raised strict Catholic. “That was the first thing my parents asked when they decided to send us to Camp Maqua—whether we could attend mass on Sundays. Off to the Catholic church we went in the Maqua “Woody” each Sunday,” said Mary.

Mary Grego (1960), Brooke Sauve (1949-51), Barb Ballor (1951-55), Maureen Moore (1968-70), Ruth Wiesen (1957-59) and Cynthia Behan (1945) all remembered bring crammed into the pickup truck or station wagon to go to mass, sometimes in a dress. Many of them wish they could go back in time to experience Chapel Hill.

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The Little Jewish Girls

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The Christian influence of Camp Maqua, which was under the auspices of the Bay City YWCA, did not discourage girls from other religions from attending camp. There were many Jewish girls who attended, and for the most part, the girls felt a sense of inclusion with the services on Chapel Hill. There was also the option to attend mass at St. Pius in Hale for the Catholic girl

“I am Jewish and there were very few of us at that time in Bay City or in camp,” said Laya Rose  (1939+). “I remember climbing Chapel Hill on Sundays all dressed in white. I loved it. To join in the singing touched my heart. In a Jewish service, it is so different. I love my religion, but it is not in English. There was something so wonderful when I heard those melodies and words, especially in the midst of the trees overlooking the lake.”

“We loved our Jewish friends and we didn’t talk much about our faith or religion, but Chapel Hill was the non-denominational spot we all loved, “said Priscilla Johns (1968+). “I give praise for that place and the relationships. Nobody ever said we could or could not do anything up there. There was a cross up there, but nothing was ever criticized or judged. We just held hands and sang.”

“There were not a lot of Jewish girls until the arrival of the Michelson girls, Shelley Harris and Jan Schreiber, who lived in my neighborhood,” said Jenifer McLogan (1965-71), who was Catholic, but “not too keen on going to mass”. Sister Helen McLogan (1972-74), had a Jewish friend by the name of Dana, but said her friend Susie Eakin would tell everyone she was Jewish. “I guess she liked hanging out with the Jewish girls more than us. Despite the fact that we were Catholic, we didn’t drive into town to go to mass. We all marched up Chapel Hill and it was not an option.”

Minette Immerman (1938-41), was one of the little Jewish girls who packed white clothes for the services, which she attended during her years there and despite the fact that  Sue Michelson (1963-73) was Jewish, but was raised fairly non-traditional and thought the combination of kids was wonderful at Camp Maqua.

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High On Chapel Hill

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The beautiful spot nestled in the trees, high on a hill, became the spiritual heart of the camp in 1933, when monies donated helped to build what became known as Chapel Hill. Wooden log benches, a cross and a podium were built and became the spot for the non-denominational services on Sundays.

It was dedicated in 1934 and a scene from that day can be found on page fifty-one in the book “Camp Maqua”. Director Wilma Lewis, camp doctor Lorna Feng (from China), staff member Alice Forbes and YWCA president Mrs. F. Lewis were all present for the event.

A paragraph from the “Loon” in 1965 described the spot. “Chapel Hill”- Sunday morning most of the campers went to Chapel Hill, –where you meet to sing hymns and listen to the reading of the psalms. The view on Chapel Hill is magnificent. The lake is royal blue, which contrasts a royal blue sky. The trees seem to point to the clouds one by one as they float back and forth in the wind. The cross sets off the scent on Chapel Hill. It signifies the way God makes his world so beautiful.”

In 1971, the camp committee sent a letter to Bishop Rae, concerning a priest for camp, but there were no references to a priest ever coming to camp for services. Instead, the Catholic girls were driven into town to attend mass.

Janet Dixon (1950-51), who was Protestant, attended the services on the hill, and felt very close to God in the peaceful setting. “It was very rustic, in the woods, up on a hill overlooking the lake. A simple lectern faced rows of rustic benches, where we sat overlooking the water. I think the counselors conducted the services.”

Sundays were devoted to church services, according to Toni Young’s 1966 program director’s report. The Catholics went to mass in town and the rest were on Chapel Hill and conducted by Toni with the help of counselors. The service for Toni consisted of a call to worship, hymn, scripture, hymn or duet by two counselors, prayer, message, hymn and benediction.

She preferred the song books to the hymnals, as she felt they were not as ecumenical and preferred the New English translation of the New Testament for it’s easy to understand text. (Compared to the King James Version.) She also used the back of the hymnal and “Hymns for Worship” for prayers, as well as some of her own booklets from her previous camping years.

Vespers usually consisted of a quiet song, a poem, more quiet songs and Barbara Haggart usually led both. “The cabins were dismissed after several songs and cabin nine and Senior Village formed a friendship circle to sing taps,” she wrote.

Jane McKinley (1956-59) remembered singing all the time. “I still have my songbook with all the notations. We had vespers before dinner, which was a quiet time with prayer and singing. I always thought that was so nice and I still remember the lyrics to “Peace I Ask Of Thee O River”, which has become a family tradition. I even wrote a theme in high school on singing. When you sing in a choir, there is camaraderie and a shared experience as singing along. Even the singing on Chapel Hill was beautiful.”

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A Day In The Life Of A K.A.

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Jennifer McLogan and Laurie Borgeson were kitchen aides in 1969 and described their positions as assistants to the cook and her helper, who prepared whatever accompanied the main dish, retrieved the utensils for the meal, served seconds, coffee and tea and cleaned up.

Basically, they cleaned up after meals, including trash, dishes and kitchen. There was a three-compartment sink and racks for drying and towels to cover. The pots and pans had to be dried and set upside down on the racks, floors swept, and countertops wiped. Garbage was disposed of and floors were mopped three days a week.

(Doris Engibous,1966-70, remembered a story of Sue Purdue, who was always in trouble for calling the trash garbage or the garbage trash as a kitchen aide. “I cannot remember which was the proper word, but there would be hilarious and uproarious laughter when she got yelled at.”)

The storage room, which was located in the back of the “trading post”, housed all the food items, and the aides kept an eye on items that needed replenishing. The aides also assisted with classes in their spare time.

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