Sing For Your Supper–

Published on November 20, 2017November 16, 2017 by Kathy Baker

“The lodge and the food were wonderful,” said Minette Jacques, the skinny kid from the fifties’ who loved to eat. “I loved the backwards meal, where we ate dessert first and all the way back to our salad. And we sang our prayer and the chant of “able, able, get your arms off the table”, when someone had their elbows on the table. I also remember Billie singing “No Man Is An Island” and she led us in the “Johnny Appleseed” prayer.”

“I inherited a good speaking voice,” said Minette Immerman (1938-41), when I complimented her young sounding eighty-two year old voice. “I loved the singing and we sang a lot after dinner in the lodge. I can still remember the lyrics to the last one. Run along home and jump into bed. Say your prayers and cover your head. This very same thing I say unto you, you dream of me and I’ll dream of you.”

Missy Plambeck (1968-78) hated the announcements, but loved the singing after every meal and the song they all sang to Edna the cook. “There were songs on paper on the walls of the lodge, but some we didn’t sing because they were so old. I do remember singing one of them and my daughter asked me how I knew the song. I told her it was from camp and she said not else should know that, since it was a sorority song.”

She was one of many who remembered singing to “Cookie”. Debbie Tweedie (1965-72) said, ”We would make the cooks come out of the kitchen with this song and they would run around the table, and beg Beanie to play her songs and I can still sing the “elbows on the table song”, but, we also had our table responsibilities in the lodge.”

Music, Music, Music—

Published on November 15, 2017November 13, 2017 by Kathy Baker

Picture a sheet music with notes, and then picture the notes of music leaving the page—floating over the camp, through the lodge dining hall, past the flagpole, down to the campfire, back up to Chapel Hill and down through the cabins of all the little campers. Music tied the camp together and those notes were not invisible. They poured forth from every girl who attended camp and they left lasting impressions. The piano, phonograph and music were at home in the lodge, and many girls learned their first tunes there.

The piano was a memory for Kerry Weber (1952), who decided no one knew any other song except “Chopsticks”, but the happy songs remain in her mind. When friends threw her a surprise party for her fiftieth birthday, someone mentioned Camp Maqua and ten girls stood up and proceeded to sing “We Are The Girls From Camp Maqua”.

Barb Ballor (1951-55) asked me to picture five elderly ladies singing as she and her four girlfriends met recently in Florida for a get-together– all in the kitchen singing the same song.

The rendition of one of the Camp Maqua songs came to me from Maribeth Morton (1974-75). “We welcome you to Camp Maqua, We’re mighty glad you’re here. We’ll send the air reverberating with our cheer. We’ll sing you in, we’ll sing you out, To you we raise a mighty shout: Hail, hail, the gangs all here, and you’re welcome to Camp Maqua”.

Mary Jane Keschman (1944-54) hated getting up early to raise the flag, but she loved the evenings at camp when the counselors would begin at the caretaker’s cottage and walk around to serenade all the cabins with slow, sad songs.

Music, Song and Dance–

Published on November 13, 2017November 13, 2017 by Kathy Baker

Music, dance, song and instruments played a huge part of the camp experience during every era, from the early years up until the closing. One of the earliest memories belonged to a camper who stopped by the lodge in 1987. A flood of nostalgia swept over her, as she sat down at the original camp piano and played some of the old Maqua songs.

“One thing that attacted me from the start was that we sang most of the time,” said Meg Dahlem, twenties’ camper. “On the bus coming from Bay City, through Pinconning, Standish, Twining, Turner, Whittemore, and Hale, we sang loudly, so as to attract the attention of the townspeople, the same song over and over—from city limits to city limits. It was always, “Oh Camp Maqua, we sing to thee. The place where every girl longs to be. Among the girls and counselors gathered round. We are the CAMPERS. Are we a preppy crew? Well, yes, I guess! We are the same that put the aim and fame. Always game, in Camp Ma—qua!”

“We had some little blue covered songbooks, about the size of a checkbook, with the words to many of the songs we used, but of course, we knew most of them by heart after a few times around,” wrote Meg’s friend Harriet Crumb, twenties’ camper. “Most of them had hand, arm or body motions to accompany the singing. We sang at the table, and around the campfire, either on the beach or by the big fireplace.”

“As I attended other girls’ camps during those years, I learned that part of the criteria for a good camp was the quality of these camp songs that were used. They were not school songs, nor popular dance tunes. They were CAMP songs. One very popular one, adjustable to the year, was: “1—-9—-2—-9, At Maqua Camp, No other year the same. Every girl a comrade true. Whatever school or name or fame. 1—9—-2—-9. At Maqua Camp, Sunset and evening glow. But it’s the inspiration most, That makes us love it so.”

“During one of the first two years that I was at Maqua, we put on a show for our own entertainment. It was such a success—at least we thought so, that we went to Hale and put it on for the townspeople! I cannot remember much about it. I was, of course, one of the younger girls. (Save that it featured a long song that was a parody of “Among my Souvenirs”), she wrote.

You Can Never Have Enough—-

Published on October 25, 2017October 25, 2017 by Kathy Baker

Many campers could trace their present day love for all things arts and crafts to their days at Maqua, including Maggie Young, who felt so fortunate to have the exposure during the sixties and seventies. Carol Requadt (1945) could still remember the cedar smell of the craft hut where she loved working with her hands.

Mary Hewes (1946) and MaryJane Keschman (1944-54) loved the traditions at camp, including the arts and crafts. “I remember making Gimp bracelets with four strands of plastic woven together and a leather lanyard that I gave to my brother. We also sanded wooden bowls until they were smooth, “ said Mary. For MaryJane, it was the wooden plate with her mother’s initials and the same Gimp bracelets that were her favorites.

“In the arts and crafts hut, there were work benches and tables in picnic table style”, said Caryl Sue Abendroth, who loved that they could work on their leather keychains, basket weaving or lanyards in the fifties, even on rainy days.

Lanterns and tile ashtrays were the craft of choice for Helen Thompson in 1968. A paperweight with a four- leaf clover embedded inside, formed with a regular three leaf and a single one added, pleased Bev Lemanski’s father in 1945. For Beverly Schlatter, who loved the craft hut in the forties, it did not matter what she brought home to her parents, she just liked working with flowers, stones, glue and scissors.

The little yellow painted bowl, with I LOVE YOU inscribed on it, is still in the possession of Maureen Moore’s mother from the sixties, as well as Patsy Walsh’s little leather woven purse in the shape of a triangle from 1938!

Arts and Crafts–

Published on October 18, 2017October 18, 2017 by Kathy Baker

In 1927 the craft hut and boathouse were built, under the watchful eye of Mr. Clark, who chaired the construction committee. “He was ably assisted by Mr. Perry, Mr. Fifield, Mr. Davidson and Mr. Clift,” noted the minutes from that year. In 1936, the minutes contained a mention that a screened porch was needed on the “arts and crafts hut”, but it took a few years before it became a reality.

Maryetta Simmons wrote about handicrafts in the “Loon” of 1949, which was run by Jackie Dawson and Vicki Smukal. “The campers may buy craft strip bracelets, plastic belts, scotch purses, earrings, wooden plates, pill boxes, flowers and leather articles,” she wrote of the crafts that were usually made for parents. She remarked the craft hut was a great place to go on rainy days, because “there is a bright fire in the fireplace and happy girls”.

The craft hut was also a great place to take photos for publicity. Many postcards, brochures and feature articles in the Bay City Times displayed the photos of the girls sitting on the long bootstrap benches around the linoleum covered tables, working on their projects.

Mary Obey found herself in two copies of the Bay City Times, dated 1957, seated at a craft table, concentrating on a project. She laughed, saying,”I might be in the craft hut in that photo, but that part didn’t carry over into my adult years!”

Girls Unafraid–

Published on September 20, 2017September 20, 2017 by Kathy Baker

Many of the girls had previous experience riding, and came to camp with some confidence and skills. A self-professed horse crazy girl, Kathleen Clements, lived near the Saginaw riding stable, and had ample opportunity to ride, but still loved riding at camp in the early sixties. “I had a niece and an aunt who were in the same class at school and they had the Lear’s Stable, where we rode bareback.”

Two early campers, MaryJo Stegall (1933-41) and Judy MacNicols (1946) also had experienced riding before camp. Judy practiced at a local stable with no formal lessons and MaryJo learned from a wealthy family in Davison, who allowed her to ride and exercise their horses.

Bonnie Schlatter, had a pony on her farm, as well as pigs, chickens and sheep, so she was unafraid of riding when she went to camp in 1976. Jane Miller’s aunt and uncle lived in Tawas and had a lake house and a farm. Jane (1969-72) had her own horse on that farm, where she first learned to ride.

The Kessler sisters discovered Camp Maqua, in the forties, through Marsha Immerman, who was Judy’s good friend and horseback riding buddy. Sister Bonnie liked horseback riding until a bee stung her horse, which caused her not only to be thrown by the horse, but stung by the same bee on the ankle!

“I still own a horse now and both my daughters had horses growing up. Marsha, Judy and I used to meet each other to ride in Bay City State Park, and we took care of horses for other people by exercising them,” said Barb Hale (1950), who had lessons at camp a few times a week on tame horses in addition to her stable time before camp.

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