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Just Leave the Dishes | “Granny's Notes” | My First 84 Years |
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Hustlers’ camped on local farm By Sue Gerard First published in Columbia Daily Tribune on 1999-05-25 One August morning in 1950, 33 clean and happy youngsters
arrived at the Maurice Stice farm on Route WW, happy and ready
for the next event of our local camp. They were shiny-clean and
combed because the first event of the day was a swim at
Columbia’s first outdoor swimming pool, and were happy
because they’d be doing fun things together for three and a
half days. I gave a loud blast on my brass referee’s whistle
and "wound" my hand overhead as if to throw a lasso,
saying, "When you hear and see me do this, that’s the
signal to all come together where I’m standing." When
you hear two blasts, "That is the signal for changing to the
next scheduled activity. The schedule is on a card tacked to the
craft table." I then said, "Now, put up both hands high
so I’ll know you are listening." When all hands were up and kids were listening, I said,
"Three loud, sharp blasts," and I blew three really big
ones, "means Everybody stop, look and listen!’
" That would be used in case of destruction, deliberate
unacceptable behavior or danger. That signal was never needed
even though we allowed campers a great deal of freedom. With a few other announcements they were assigned chores and
stations at a table, on the waterfront, at the ball diamond,
etc., with adult helpers at each area. My place was always at the
waterfront, as I was the only lifeguard. I demonstrated boating
and canoeing skills to each group before they went out from
shore. We began by practicing safe ways of entering and leaving a
canoe or boat from the dock and at the beach. Then we learned to
exchange places safely without standing up. The only time campers
were in the lake was when we purposely swamped a craft and got
back in to prove that it would float even while filled with
water. Then we paddled to safety by using our hands. Nobody had to signal the hungry campers when mothers arrived
with lunch; they came running when they heard the cars. The food
committee handled the details of the menu, serving and
supervising the campers with the cleanup. We held a show in the late afternoon of our last full day of
camp. Newspaper photographers captured the spirit of our happy
campers. Older campers swamped the canoe and hand-paddled to
safety. All sang and some exhibited their completed craft
projects, including construction paper "ribbons" to be
given to outstanding campers. They also played the final game of
the softball competition, On half day next, most kids brought bed rolls and flashlights,
as we were to sleep overnight on the floor in Stice’s
upstairs screened porch. We enjoyed a wiener roast for supper and
sang around the campfire until after dark. Then we walked to the
house in a group by flashlight, and Frances and Maurice Stice
welcomed us. We sang for them and then I said, "Campers, we
want the Stices to be glad we came so follow me quietly upstairs
to the porch where we’ll sleep." They were angels. I
slept in the middle of a long row of tired campers with all of
our feet pointing toward the lake. The girls, on my left, used
the bathroom for one guest bedroom, and boys, on my right, used
the bathroom for the other guest room, Frances and Maurice were
pleased with the behavior of the gang and invited us to repeat
the camp the following year. We did, in spite of the fact that my nursing baby was less
than four months old! |
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