Monday, January 30, 2006
January 30, 1965
Boy, am I pooped! I'm glad I didn't stay. We had to load 20 tons of newspapers. I ache all over! We also had elections. There were 3 of my program aides from camp - Jinx, Moby and Sneezie. Sneezie is alot nicer than she was at camp. Poor Bob had to wait 4 1/2 hours for me. He wasn't too mad. He should have been.
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Ah, yes, camp names! It was a Girl Scout tradition for campus staff to have nicknames, usually keeping their real names secret from the campers. I was pretty upset when my daughter went to camp in the 1980s and EVERYONE had a camp name!
Evidently the Senior Planning Board meeting involved more than I has bargained for -- namely loading newspapers into a truck trailer for recycling. So instead if a morning meeting, it was an all-day production. Oddly enough, I still have fond memories of that day, and the chance to see the camp aides again. (Aides were only a little older than the oldest campers, so they were both peers and role models, usually truly cool people.)
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