A week last Saturday was PICK THE KIDS UP FROM CAMP DAY plus a birthday thrown in. There were a total of five children from two of our families getting off the boat that brought them from their Puget Sound Camp Fire camp. We waited in the hot sun for an extra 45 minutes while the boat made its way back through the Seattle boat locks. The two and four year old grandsons entertained us and the adults caught up on the news. We were anxious because there was one letter from camp from the most unlikely of the group saying how sad she was at camp. One grandson is shy, and we worried if he would find friends. Everyone got off the boat happy, having had a great time, and the shy grandson says next year he wants to go for 10 days. It was a grandparent day seeing everyone arrive home happy.
Parents and grandparents started along with the first kids who attended camp being snowed by how easy and well organized the camp was. We thought all that singing and clapping was very cleaver to divert the children from home sickness. But the oldest two grandchildren have now gone to camp for six years. Each year they come home with a little more information, and each year we become a little more savvy. This year however, we received phone calls about lice infestation, would Thing3 take the boat home, where was she to stay between sessions, counselors being fired, and the mental health of the children because of the firings.
The older campers had been building structures to fit 15 campers, and one leader brought his car into the meadow and allowed all of his 15 charges to get inside the car. This councelor did not get fired as he had asked his superior. But his immediate superior was fired on the spot. All of the counselors wanted to quit. Two left then and there, but most quit in advance but would wait until after the camp session was over, and this was the last session. The adults here at home are not totally understanding this. But we all now know more than we cared to know. All organizations seem to have their problems starting with the government and the church down to the “who is eligible to pass through the gate to the beach, down to why my husband will not tidy the chest that is always supposed be tidy.
Yet all seems to have worked out. There seemed to be something for everyone to talk about back at the dinner table at home. Most want to go back to camp.
I confess that no one but moi has proof-read this article going against my pledge to have someone do it. But the proofreader left, and Mr. Radish is working hard at getting his new fishing boots ready; I really do not like to ask him.