Dear Parents and old
campers,
Im limp as a wet rag...--- This weekend was Parents
weekend, and Friday during the day, the weather was cloudy but fairly
nice. At 4:00P.M.dark clouds rolled in and within one hour we were
greeted by a tremendous deluge of rain and rolling thunder... We
scurried into our cabins and then my mind began to race backwards and
forwards as I began to have dire dreams about what would happen if it
rained all weekend..We had a group of 22 boys up in the Porcupine
mountains and I was worried about them also.. at 7:00P.M..M. the
parents have came into camp and it was still raining to the extent
that we would have to have our program indoors in our large
recreation building... I asked our drama class if they could move up
their skit presentations to tonights program, and they said
that they would be ready... Well, our Friday night program started
off with our drama class putting on a wonderful set of skits complete
with makeup and costuming and my own daughter, Nancy, opened up the
show with a baby doll song act and she was cute as could be and most
talented--- she was followed by the best drama presentation
weve ever had... We then had everybody sing songs and I taught
the Parents, Ich Bin Ein Musihaner, (An old German song
entitled, I am a Musician It was very funny because we imitate
instruments and some of the fathers got carried away--- when we were
singing the part of I play the tuba, Dr. Maxwell
Weingarten of Milwaukee, and Steve Jacobs of Indianapolis leapt from
their benches and thought they were symphonic tuba players--- in fact
they go somewhat blue in the face, and fortunately their songs were
around to help restrain them from having heart attacks--- (I might
add, it was somewhat embarrassing)... Randy Wynn gave a wonderful
talk on what camp means to him and about the tradition of having a
Wynn at our camp from its inception 11 yrs. ago... We then had
our key log ceremony and Phillip Perlson thanked his Folks for
sending him to this wonderful camp, and I basked in the glow of his
praises, he approached me silently and asked me for two canteens as a
payoff...
All the rest of the evening I kept looking at the skies, and I
couldnt sleep that night because I could hear the wind
whistling in the trees and rain pounding on the roof of our house...
at 5:00 A.M. I padded out on the roadway in front of our house and
looked at the gray and leaden skies--- then back to my office to plan
a series of rainy day activities... I was going to start off with a
progressive game party indoors-- then truth or consequences-- then
bingo --- then Id be in trouble--- at 7:00 A.M. the skies were
darker and finally at 8:30 A.M. the campers came into the lodge for
breakfast, and then it happened- a message from above or something-
because someone shouted I see a patch of blue sky. I
jumped from my bench and ran outdoors and the kid was right-- there
was a trace of blue sky, and then more and more of it and Mr. Sun
peeked out from behind a cloud and by the time breakfast was over,
the sky was sunny and blue, and I was up in the clouds myself.
Needless to say we had a wonderful Saturday for Parents weekend
and I know that everybody had a wonderful time. One of the highlights
was a circus day in which the boys built booths and set up games and
special attractions and we all got tickets and had the time of our
lives... One of the cabin groups had set up a gambling casino in the
recreation building and they called it HAROLDS
CLUB. They had different games of chance including
Craps. Dr. Sam Perlson and his son, Mike entered the
casino and Mike, (aged 10) decided to throw the dice. He asked his
Dad, What do I do, Dad? Just roll the dice,
Sam replied. Mike rolled a four, and then said, Now, What,
Dad? Sam said, Youve got to shoot a four before a
seven comes up, or else you lose. With this reply, Mike hugged
the dice, threw then on the table and shouted gleefully,
Cmom dice, GIVE ME BOXCARS or LITTLE FEVER, Well,
Mikes father made Mike do a lot of explaining about his
language... The Timberbats put on a great show in spite of rough
water, and when the day was done the parents indicated to me that
theyre boys were most happy with camp... I had a wonderful
feeling in my heart and a very humble one also because I realized how
lucky I really was to have had such wonderful weather on
Saturday.
I received a call from the porcupine trip and they are having such a
wonderful time that they want to stay until 4:30 P.M. today, so I
gave the O.K. Right now Ive been talking to 6 of our campers
who are riding in the Oneida County Horse show....They are eating
breakfast early and then departing for the horse show in which they
are entered. Later in the morning our riding classes will watch the
boys compete and will root for the Timberlane boys... We have a two
day canoe trip leaving this morning and it will be our last canoe
trip of the summer... Last Wednesday we had probably our best social
with Camp Agawak and I was so proud of our younger boys who visited
Agawak... The counselors at the other camp fell in love with our
boys, and one of the older women at their camp said, that this group
of boys was the best behaved and the most neatly groomed group that
they had ever seen at a social, and I felt good about the comment.
Our older group at our camp had a marvelous time and almost every
girl was asked to dance during the evening. Tonight is movie night
and were hoping to show, Marooned, if the movie
gets here in time... Were going to just relax and watch the
movie and regain our strength... Tomorrow morning we will have our
last Lazy Breakfast and at the same time all hands will start
recouping our energy for------------THE GREATEST DAY OF THE
SUMMER.
Its POW WOW DAY on Tuesday and its an all Indian day in
which the entire camp is split up into four tribes-- the Cherokee,
Chippewa, Navajo, and Sioux tribes and all during the day we compete
in a host of events... To try to explain the entire day would take me
hours, so at the end of this newsletter I am listing every event and
every minute of our Pow Wow Day... We will all put on war paint and
the boys will be awakened by riders coming to their cabin on
horseback with wild war hoops and then we go go go go during the
entire day. At night well have sweet corn, steaks and
lots of fun. At night well have a special campfire
program with lots of fun. At night well have a special
campfire program with lots of stories and singing and
marshmallows and maybe some hot dogs... By the way on Saturday night
we had only 50 people left in camp when the parents took their boys
out for dinner and almost 40 other boys with them... So we had Paul,
our cook, make up tons and tons of pizza and we had an old fashioned
pizza party.... Then any boys who rode in our program went on a
twilight trail ride, and they got back we took 50 boys in our bus and
all had a malt, (paid for by the old man) it was really very nice,
and I know that the boys felt good about the whole affair.
Wednesday, well be having morning activities and testing for
awards, and on Wednesday afternoon well have a partial cruiser
day... Wednesday evening well be having our final Blue and
White competition... I almost forgot that on Monday well be
playing Camp Interlaken in two all star softball games, a staff
basketball game, camper tennis matches and a 10 man archery contest
in which our boys will be shooting from 15 yds. and then 20 yards. It
should be a lot of fun. Thursday morning is packing day for the trip
home, and the boys will be loading up their foot lockers. They should
have it done by 11:00 A.M. and then well run morning
activities. Well continue activities in the afternoon and I
might add that at the lunch table well be giving out awards,
achievement charts. First year campers will get Timberlane banners
and emblems, 2nd year campers get Timberlane coaches jackets and
emblems, and third year or more boys will be getting gorgeous
basketball uniforms with the Timberlane insignia. The shirts are
reversible and I know that the boys will treasure these outfits.
Well be giving out our camper of the year award, which is given
in memory of the late Andy Brickman, who died two years
ago of Leukemia. We have a beautiful plaque and the camper who earns
the honor has name inscribed in the plaque. On Thursday evening we
will have our last campfire and well recount all the wonderful
things that happened at camp during the summer, and well tell
stories and sing songs, Then each boy will be given a candle mounted
on a paper plate and we will go down to the swimming area and each
boy will make a wish in front of his lighted candle and he will set
the candle into the water and well all stand around and watch
the candles float out onto the lake...Its a beautiful sight and
if the wind is right, the candles will head out towards the center of
the lake.. It s about time that the boys begin to realize that
this is it--- camp is over, and I know that theyll be a lot of
lumps in the boys throats and sadness in their hearts...
Speaking of sadness, Im sorry to report that I finally got rid
of that darn crow or raven, Sambo... Four days ago I was heading for
the main lodge when suddenly I heard a whoooooshing sound and Sambo
made a pass at my HAIRPIECE. Now that crow or raven must
have rocks in his head--- I dont mind if he pecks at campers or
staff members... I dont mind if he scares my daughter--- but
when he goes after my hairpiece--- then hes gotta go.... So, I
gave him a piece of bread and he reached for it, I grabbed him... He
started to sputter and to peck at me, but I held firm.. Just then
there was a call on the loudspeaker, Long Distance call for
H.H. I ran with the bird to my office and tried to take the
phone, but Sambo latched onto the chord of the telephone and almost
cut it in two... I need three staff members to unpry that dumb crow
or raven. I answered the phone and after the call was over, we put a
bag over the birds head and drove him out 4 miles and let him
go. After the boys returned, I was pleased with the knowledge that
the dumb bird wouldnt be around to bother me. Next morning as I
visited the infirmary, Whoosh, Sambo dropped in front of me and
seemed to be glaring at me, and I swear I could almost read his beak
saying, H.H youre a dirty old man. Well, I grabbed
him, took him to the arts and crafts building, painted him gray with
a slight stripe and we took him into the town of Minocqua and they
were having a CRAZY DAY SALE in which anyone can sell anything for
any price. We passed Sambo off as a PIGEON and some local native now
owns a crow or a raven or a pigeon. I might add that I told my
counselor to tell the people that he (the salesman) was from Ironwood
Michigan......(End of tale)
On Friday morning all of the boys will be getting up very early to
get ready for the trip home. The Milwaukee boys will be coming home
by chartered Greyhound bus, (with 3 exceptions) and all other boys
including the Chicago contingent will be coming home via plane with
their luggage with them on the plane.. Each of you will get a special
letter today or tomorrow letting you know the time of arrival for
your son. If you dont hear from me by Wednesday, call me at
715-356-6022. Some of the boys whose families will be up for Post
camp will stay on, and I might add that we now have only one opening
left for Post Camp so if you want to come call me at the above
telephone number. Once the boys get home Ill send you one more
newsletter and then Ill be coming home on Aug. 28th. Then I
teach school on Monday-- hows that -- I get one day for my
vacation. But really, my vacation has been this summer and its
been a great one thus far. Your comments have indicated that the boys
love camp, and when I come during the fall and winter months with the
camp movies, youll see the many things that Ive described
in my newsletters. So thats it for now, and I feel so good
about the Parents Weekend, and it was extra nice and we all had
a wonderful time.... Again, lots of words, some funny things
too, and I think this is a good newsletter.
Best Regards---------
H.H.
P.S. Pow Wow events sheet
is enclosed and transportation information home will be sent out
later today.