Counselors’ Responsibilities

Published on January 2, 2017February 21, 2017 by Kathy Baker

The earliest mention of counselors in the camp committee minutes was in May of 1933. It read; “Relationship of leader and camper was discussed, working through a self-governing camp council. The idea of having one girl in each hut responsible for her hut was also discussed: the counselor to be nearby, but not in the hut. This developed leadership among the girls. Acquaint each counselor with the others skill and so relate to each other. Use of natural resources in camp, stressed cooperation with staff necessary to put ideas over.”

The camp committee minutes from 1936 stressed the need for a trained counselor for their overnight hikes, the selection of a riding instructor that would fit more readily into the camp activities and perhaps even a junior and senior camp. Sometimes finding the right counselor involved leadership training weekends or specific training for the activity. (Riflery, archery, horseback riding and nursing.)

It is unclear whether counselors in the beginning years actually lived away from the girl’s cabins, but most of the girls interviewed spoke of them present on a cot in each cabin.

The general duties in 1971, as put forth by the YWCA, included living with and having charge for their group, assisting the other counselors and operating within the realm of their specific duties according to the department they were hired to supervise or assist.

Camp training, health exams, and specific attendance at camp activities were mandatory, as was joining the YWCA as a member. The contracts also included the amount of time off during the day and week.

A credo in the seventies was included on the contract. “The center of Camp Maqua is our camper. She is the reason for our camp. All camp life revolves around her. Our duties are to know her, to help her learn to do things for herself, and to help her do things with others. It is for these purposes that we are selected to serve at Camp Maqua. Be a good example to campers at all times!”

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.”

Homesickness–#4

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

Susan Ward managed to convince her parents in 1961 to take her home when she attended camp by herself, but the following years were more enjoyable when her sister also camped. Many of the campers had their fears eased by the mere presence of cousins, sisters or friends, despite many of them not sharing cabins. Just knowing they were at camp quelled that lonely ache of a new place.

That was not always the case. Mary Jo and Judy Rawlings went off to camp together in the late fifties and sister Susan in the early sixties. All three girls shared similar bouts of homesickness. Coming from a close-knit family unit, (where their father loved having his three girls by his side), made it difficult for Susan and Judy, who shared a similar personality that tended to be shy. They both remember Mary Jo crying from homesickness.

“I would get teary-eyed just about dusk, right after mealtime, every night. I didn’t go to a counselor, but dealt with it and each morning I would wake up and it was all okay. Just that time of the night was tough,” said Judy. “We were always taught to keep a stiff upper lip in our family, but honestly even when I spent the night at neighbor’s houses I would sneak back home in the middle of the night.”

For sister Mary Jo, she learned that she could survive anything for a short time. “It was about endurance and trusting people. I wasn’t made fun of or embarrassed or ridiculed when I was homesick. I learned compassion and how to be a team player.”

Homesickness–#3

Published on November 23, 2016February 21, 2017 by Kathy Baker

Lois Levine recalled her gorgeous wardrobe as one of the highlights of going off to camp as a ten-year old Jewish girl in 1948, because her clothes allowed her to fit in. Bunking in with eleven-year old Gentiles, on the other hand, made for a “dreadful, miserable unhappy experience”. Mean girls, perceived prejudice, and homesickness were still clear sixty years later. She decided on the first day she would be back on the bus to Bay City when it arrived on that Wednesday.

“Somewhere along the way I realized the bus wasn’t coming and stuck it out,” said Lois, who was placed in a hut with girls closer to her age for the rest of the sessions. She was no longer the youngest. “I had no concept at age ten of what the consequences of a stubborn child’s return home would be, but I was glad I stayed. I was stubborn, but obedient, but I could visualize myself on that bus!”

Lois’ cousin Sue Levine was also ten when they headed off to camp together and experienced similar unhappy memories of camp. “My Mother made me go and I did not want to leave home. I had never been away and I was a Mommy’s girl and I was so homesick,” remembered Sue Levine (1948). “She said you are going and that is that. At that time I was a chubby girl and I was teased and it did not feel like a friendly place in my child’s mind. I felt the prejudice of being Jewish. I was so happy that Lois was there with me and in the same hut because she was funny and fun.”

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.

Arrival!

Published on October 10, 2016February 21, 2017 by Kathy Baker

An early copy of “The Loon” was found in the Girl Reserves scrapbook dating back to 1937 with an article entitled “Arrival Day”, which gave a great vignette of what it must have been like for the new girls to land at camp.

“About eleven o’clock Wednesday morning a few girls began to arrive one or two at a time, some with more courageous faces and others with frightened and apprehensive faces. At last about twelve fifteen the bus itself arrived. The new girls clambered out and many greetings could be heard thrown back and forth as a girl ran into an acquaintance of the year before. Also could be heard the many goodbyes from the girls leaving and the more lucky ones who were to stay. The faces of those leaving expressed alternately grief of desire as they viewed for the last time the familiar landmarks of Maqua. After a delicious dinner Miss Epple informed the new girls of the mode of living at camp. Then came physical and swimming examinations followed by the supper bell. After dinner a very delightful program was arranged and a jolly time was had around the campfire. At eight forty-five the girls prepared for the night and all hopped into bed tired but happy and well satisfied with their first, if rather strenuous day at camp.”

Laurie Cone (1962-68) recalled the caretakers helping with the arrival at camp. “Mel and Ollie were the couple who helped us. I can’t remember if Mel or Ollie was the man, but he drove the truck for the camp. The families would unload the girl’s luggage on the archery range beside the lodge. There would be a mark on the ground that signified which cabin the luggage and lockers would go and he would deliver it all. Getting down the hill in muddy conditions was a job!”

Melissa Plambeck (1968-78) still has her footlocker with her photos tucked inside. “I can still remember the truck that would take our footlockers to the cabin and whoever was on the truck would sing, “We Welcome You To Camp Maqua”.

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