The other day, while searching the internet for summer camp relevant articles, I came across a blog entitled Welcoming Spirit.
The author of Welcoming Spirit, Paula Jenkins, was a previous camper and counselor for Kennolyn Camps. She had written a beautiful blog post after having attended Aunt Marion's memorial. I asked her permission to reprint it here and she happily obliged:
The Lessons Taught by an Aunt and Uncle
by Paula Jenkins via Welcoming Spirit
A
couple of weekends ago, my sister, her husband and I went back to
summer camp. My sister and I had attended Kennolyn as campers, went
through the Camper in Leadership Training program, and went on to be
counselors and Directors ourselves. Camp was a life changing event. We
learned to be self sufficient. We learned to be away from home for the
first time, without family (other than each other). We learned to get
in touch with nature, we grew meeting new people. At camp, and in being
counselors, we learned lessons that have served us since, that have
taught us about being leaders, about love, about friendship, and about
living a good life.
Our Mom and Dad first sent me in 1985. I
went away for two weeks to Hi-Camp, and had "the time of my life." We
both attended, either as campers our counselors through college. My
sister met her future husband to be at camp; he was part of a "Camp
America" program, coming abroad from England to be a counselor with us.
We met a lot of foreign staff, sang many awesome songs (from "Veggie
Mite" to "Flower of Scotland").
Throughout our time at camp, the
two owners and directors were an ever present force. Uncle Max and Aunt
Marion started the camp after he returned from World War II. They had
both been teachers, and their dream was to start a summer camp for
children. The first summer, in addition to the campers, their nieces
and nephews attended camp and it during that first summer that Uncle
Max and Aunt Marion's titles were secured. And, it was a life time of
loving and welcoming children to summer camp that they earned the role
of Aunt and Uncle in the hearts of many.
Uncle Max and Aunt
Marion had high standards. From the rules (girls hair had to be up
until dinner, you had to have clean hands to get in for any meal, no
visible tattoos, no smoking) to expectations, the bar was set very high
for those of us who worked at Camp. We had one day off a week, and we
got paid very little. Not only did we oversee a cabin, but we taught
classes all day - things like archery, rifelry, ropes course, horseback
riding.
While
we complained and grumbled, we claimed it was like being in forced
labor, we loved every minute of it. We were challenged. We had our
hands full. We learned diplomacy, how to keep eight kids in line, how
to sleep outside in the woods and cook over a fire. I am grateful for
the lessons of those years, those wonderful summers.
Aunt Marion
passed away in March, and we went up to attend the memorial. Uncle Max
had passed away a couple of years ago. The place was packed with former
counselors, Directors, campers. All of them there to sing the songs one
more time, to remember the lives of two amazing people. And, as Andrew
Townsend, a long time employee said "I expect that there was recently a
great reunion in the afterlife. Of two long time sweethearts, rejoined.
You know that there will be campfires, truths discussed and lives
recounted over the dying embers of a campfire, the makings of foil
stew, and lots children running around laughing, free and happy. And if
that's not heaven, I don't know what is."
Looking back, here are a few classic photos of me during my time at Kennolyn:



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