I went to this camp for 3 years as a child and left with MANY stories yet to share. I remember that on the last day of each camp session, without fail, they served us hamburgers and fries, Coca-cola and ice cream sundaes for dessert. They no doubt understood that after that our little brains would not be able to remember the garbage we had been forced to put up with all week long should our parents ask us. All we would be able to remember was the burgers and fries for dinner.
Destiny should never be argued with. Sometimes, the Universe just knows what is meant to be - so why fight it? We just have to get better at reading the signs sooner :-)
And it is totally a tragedy what children are forced to eat at camp (and in college - blech).
Oh my goodness!!! Trevor, I love this! What a treasure to find. 1970 was a good year, my son was born in Sept., I was 23 turning 24 a few months after. It certainly was your destiny. xo Carol Beaudoin
I love the letter and your new "look". This should be paired with a 1970 dish. Tuna casserole perhaps. Topped with potato chips. Please refresh my blog, it is so 2009.
The problem with that Mike is then I would have to eat the tuna casserole. Thanks for the props on my blog look though I have to say I have always liked the look of your blog.
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Love it!
ReplyDeleteIt was as a lot of fun to see this again!
DeleteLOL, absolutely destined to be a food writer.
ReplyDeleteI should say this proves it, right?
DeleteClassic!
ReplyDeleteThis does not surprise me. At all.
ReplyDeleteI went to this camp for 3 years as a child and left with MANY stories yet to share. I remember that on the last day of each camp session, without fail, they served us hamburgers and fries, Coca-cola and ice cream sundaes for dessert. They no doubt understood that after that our little brains would not be able to remember the garbage we had been forced to put up with all week long should our parents ask us. All we would be able to remember was the burgers and fries for dinner.
DeleteThis could have been written by my bff Danny. Or me! You are my blogging soul mate.
ReplyDeleteI would have loved to have you at my side during camp. Finding this has brought up many memories I will have to share here soon.
DeleteThat's sounds just like a letter I would write. The things we write from camp when were kids.
ReplyDeleteDestiny should never be argued with. Sometimes, the Universe just knows what is meant to be - so why fight it? We just have to get better at reading the signs sooner :-)
ReplyDeleteAnd it is totally a tragedy what children are forced to eat at camp (and in college - blech).
I want to see the letter you wrote about the counselor's outfits.
ReplyDeleteThink "Little House on the Prairie" Jack... but I'll have to save that memory for another post.
DeleteToo funny! You must have been born a food critic :)
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness!!! Trevor, I love this! What a treasure to find. 1970 was a good year, my son was born in Sept., I was 23 turning 24 a few months after. It certainly was your destiny.
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Carol Beaudoin
ROFL!
ReplyDeleteThanks for sharing this awesome token of your childhood. It's too precious!
ReplyDeleteI love the letter and your new "look". This should be paired with a 1970 dish. Tuna casserole perhaps. Topped with potato chips. Please refresh my blog, it is so 2009.
ReplyDeleteThe problem with that Mike is then I would have to eat the tuna casserole. Thanks for the props on my blog look though I have to say I have always liked the look of your blog.
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