Wednesday, Jun 04, 2014

Passing on the Memories

By Stephanie Wojtkowski

The last time I was at Camp Henry was in in 1988. I had graduated that previous May from Alma College and was not quite ready to give up my summers of camping fun on the shores of Old Lake Kimball. This was my final gift to myself, one more summer after many years as a camper, then a CIT, counselor and Arts and Crafts director before heading into the real world. When I left camp at the end of summer I took a parting gift, a little black kitten I named Millar.


I watched Camp Henry change and grow through the years. The director I had worked for and loved, Ron Goodyke retired. Jeff Jacobs, who had once worked with me as a counselor, took over the reins, and I knew all was well at camp. So even though I was not there, I knew in my heart, that in the summer every Sunday night there would be an opening camp fire and every Friday a closing indian campfire.


This year the camp counselor tradition is being passed on in my family. My daughter Madison is headed off to Camp Henry. Now it is her turn to experience the joy of being a Camp Henry counselor!


Madison has heard many stories of camp through the years. She thought it was hilarious that I used to ride a horse into camp as Stinkin Steph with Mad Dog Merrick and hold up the dining hall which had been transformed into a saloon.


Madison leaves for her summer at camp this Friday. This morning I went into her room to wake her up and something caught my eye. Something so simple, so plain, a black waterproof watch, similar to the one I wore each summer at camp. And for a moment I wished it was me, that I was going to be putting on that watch and heading off to camp.

 

Stephanie Wojtkowski returned to the shores in March 2014 to drop Madison off for a Summer Staff Retreat. She hadn't been back in years, yet all the memories came flooding back. A big thanks to Stephanie for writing this month's alumni blog post.

 

If you were or are apart of Camp Henry and would like to share your story or memories of Camp Henry, email [email protected]

The last time I was at Camp Henry was in in 1988. I had graduated that previous May from Alma College and was not quite ready to give up my summers of camping fun on the shores of Old Lake Kimball. This was my final gift to myself, one more summer after many years as a camper, then a CIT, counselor and Arts and Crafts director before heading into the real world.  When I left camp at the end of summer I took a parting gift, a little black kitten I named Millar

 I watched Camp Henry change and grow through the years.   The director I had worked for and loved, Ron Goodyke retired.  Jeff Jacobs, who had once worked with me as a counselor, took over the reins, and I knew all was well at camp.  So even though I was not there, I knew in my heart, that in the summer every Sunday night there would be an opening camp fire and every Friday a closing indian campfire. 

This year the camp counselor tradition is being passed on in my family.  My daughter Madison is headed off to Camp Henry.  Now it is her turn to experience the joy of being a Camp Henry counselor! 

Madison has heard many stories of camp through the years.  She thought it was hilarious that I used to ride a horse into camp as Stinkin Steph with Mad Dog Merrick and hold up the dining hall which had been transformed into a saloon. 

Madison leaves for her summer at camp this Friday.  This morning I went into her room to wake her up and something caught my eye.  Something so simple, so plain, a black waterproof watch, similar to the one I wore each summer at camp.  And for a moment I wished it was me, that I was going to be putting on that watch and heading off to camp.