1930’s

Fitting In—

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Judy Rawlings kept to herself and never opened her mouth in the fifties. A self-professed tomboy, her way of fitting in was to befriend another little tomboy called “Billie”. (Karen Kaiser) “I was so excited to go back to camp and told myself to be brave and strong, but that didn’t last long,” said her timid sister Mary Jo Rawlings.. “I remember trying to find where I fit in and looked for others who were as reticent as I.”

“I was an only child and very bright,” said Janet Dixon (1951-52). “Although I got along well with other children I often felt like I didn’t really belong. I was actually more comfortable with adults.”

“The second year was a bad year for me,” said Debbie Robson (1971-72). “It was the year I camped in Primitive and I just didn’t make friends. I wasn’t very popular, but more of the quiet and shy girl who wasn’t really sociable. I wanted to be, but I just wasn’t. The girls in my group were all very popular, so I was pretty much a loner that year, since I didn’t hang out with them. There were two groups who hung together and I didn’t feel like I fit in. I can remember coming up to camp and overhearing someone say, “That Debbie always tries to help, but she always makes it worse.” So, they left me alone.”

Debbie ended up redeeming herself in the eyes of her camp mates on the day one of the campers became ill. “One of the girls, Martha, was so sick in the outhouse. The counselor asked me to run as fast as I could back to camp to get a nurse. I ran and ran and ran and got back to camp quick. I finally felt good about myself because they were all proud of how fast I ran.”

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Socialization—

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“I was very independent and made friends easily and I recall there were never any problems with kids and no one got moved out of the cabins, “said Ruth Wiesen (1957-59).” I don’t remember anyone going home early either. We were all so busy and signed up for activities before we started. In the activities, you were in with other kids from other huts, and if you wanted to switch activities, the counselors would let you.”

Jan Mosier’s good friend Mary Lou Clay went away to Camp Maqua with her in 1947 just before Jan turned eight. Both sets of parents were good friends and Jan and Mary Lou ended up going to college together.

“I usually went to fourth period for the first few years and I never remember being in the first sessions, but I attended for six years until 1952,” she said. “The other great thing about my friend going up with me was that her Mom could drive.  If I stayed for more than one session, my Mom would send up new clothes—all with the labels sewn in.

Jan looked forward to going to camp every year and could not wait,” I guess I was an extrovert and made friends easily. I wasn’t bold, but I certainly got along. Every year I was chomping at the bit to get back to camp. When I look back, I think it taught me tolerance to live with other people and a love for the outdoors.”

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Friends at Home and Camp—

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“I loved camp and went every year until 1941,” said Edna Young,” and my Mom couldn’t understand why I liked it. Every year I stayed longer. I got so I stayed six weeks! I was an only child, so it was fine to be there with girls my own age. There were many girls from Bay City and we would all leave for camp from the Bay City Y.W.C.A. In those days camp was considered expensive. I had many friends who could not go, since it was the Depression, but I got acquainted with many girls from Pontiac, Detroit and Royal Oak. I was also friends with Natalie Seaholm, who was the adopted daughter of the Seaholm family for which the school in Birmingham is named.”

“I was an extrovert, and embodied the song “Girls Just Want To Have Fun”, and I wanted to do everything I could possibly do at camp,” said Susan Bradford (1965). “I had just finished sixth grade and was a student leader and my Mom was a teacher. I had two brothers, one older and one younger. They all loved guns and hunting, so it was no big deal for me to pick up a gun at camp and learn riflery. I had friends who went to camp with me and I think I hung out more with people I knew, and I don’t remember any cliques—just the older girls shunned the younger ones to be cool and didn’t want to do any of the baby stuff,” she laughed.

Kerry Weber thinks she might have been one of the youngest girls to go to Camp Maqua in 1952, when her mother talked the powers-to-be into allowing her to attend. “I was seven and I wanted to go because some of my friends were going, but I ended up in a different cabin. I had no problems with homesickness, but some girls did. In fact, when they came to pick my up, I was down a the lake swimming and someone had dumped all my stuff outside the cabin, because the new girls were coming in.”

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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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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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