Camp Clark 2009. How about a reunion in 2010 or 2011? Thanks Paul D.

Fireplace in the Dining Hall.

Dishwasher room.

Dining Hall from the road.

Camp fire. Behind the dining hall. The wooden walk ways are probably new in the last two summers. They were not there in Feb 2007.


The stage in the dining hall.

Ike Babbit and Ted Babbit.

Lawrence Pond 2009.

Boathouse and swimming dock 2009.

Swimming area.

View from Brownbread.

View from Brownbread.

Y-Cabin.

Jr. Cabins

Gordon Cabin.

Whitehurst cabin.

Uncle Bob's cabin.

Northfield. From the Comments:

That photo labeled Northfield is a huge field, about the size of two football fields. It is flat and not rocky at all. (I never remember any field that wasn't rocky)
It is located up behind where Ike Babbit used to be. They must have just bulldozed out all the trees and leveled the whole thing. It has a climbing wall and a rope course and looked to be set up for soccer when I was there.
Paul

Swimming award from the jewelry box.

My wife Donna just handed me this small pin. When I asked where it came from she said it was hers and she had it in her jewelry box.

Her question to me was "do you know how hard I had to work to earn this".

My answer was yes I do. All beginning swimmers work very hard to earn at the very least your beginners award.

At some point... the first day.... the first hour or ...the first minute you're sure you are going to drown.

Getting beyond that is hard work.

On my must do list. Fly fish Lawrence Pond for Largemouth Bass.

I have lots of fond memories of the days I spent at Camp Clark. Learning to swim, sail, water ski, paddle a canoe and row a boat. All of these activities / skills I still use today. The one thing I have no memory of is fishing. Although I fished with my dad all around the Cape. I never "wet a line" on Lawrence Pond.



A quick Goggle of Lawrence Pond fishing provide these resources.
See here. And fish survey here. And here for a little history.

Ron Sousa (1970) provides some cool memorabilla. Thanks Ron.

Hi Mom, When you sent me all the gum,Uncle Bob opened it and took it out.So I didn't get it. I told you don't send me gum. Hope the kids are o.k. How are you feeling,did pinky win any ribbons.Ma I made a lanyard. And a recipe holder. I passed chief boatsmens mate. Love Ron.

Now for a little explanation-Hope the kids are o.k.-refers to my four brothers, How are you feeling-refers to my mothers slipped disk in her back, did pinky win any ribbons-refers to pedigree rabbits we owned and brought to 4-H fairs and they were judged and awarded prizes






HI Wayne,this is Ron Souza again,well my mother and I found the postcard that I had sent to my grandfather and there is a postal stamp on it with a date/July 23,1970 ,which is about a week before my 10 th, birthday,I turned 10, on August 5th. Ron

The writing on the back says -I am feeling very well.the activity I liked best today was:arts and crafts,I made 8 things. Boating is fun to.Hope your feeling well grandpa. I'm having a fun time. Love,Ronald

T-Shirt Logo. Again Jonathan Rodwin has the cool stuff.

Cool shirt.


This style logo with the straight block lettering is a newer generation than I remember. I have photos of t-shirts and sweat shirts in the early sixty's where the Camp Clark lettering looks like the letters are made from logs. Notice that the bugler and the bugle have been re-worked from the version that was on Jonathan's hat.


This is the version I remember.
Does anyone have a t-shirt or sweatshirt that shows the logo clearer than this shot.

Two submitted photos.

Bill Pulver. Circa 1970-1971


Paul Daffinee. Circa 1998

Thanks for the photos.

Wayne

I found the Hastings family.

For several years now I have been trying to locate the Hastings family. All of us I'm sure have fond memories of Uncle Bob and most of us have memories of his wife and children.

Today I had a light go on. The 62 year old brain doesn't work as quick as it use to.

So a couple of phone calls later I had a lead. It was my lucky day because I was able to get the YMCA Retirement Fund to call Alan Hastings and ask him to call me.

Twenty minutes later the call came in.

Alan Hastings... the 3 year search for any family member was over. I found them all.

It saddens me to report that Mrs. Hastings and Uncle Bob have passed away.

But the kids are still here.

Alan, Donald, Warren and Janet.

Alan and I spend twenty minutes on the phone talking about his dad the camp and yes some of you guys.

As luck would have it Alan will be attending a family wedding this weekend and his brothers and sister will be there.

Alan gave me his email address and I have added him to our growing email list. I gave him the website address.

Hopefully we will get additional informations from Alan and his siblings.



Uncle Bob. This is the way I remember him. I'm sure he has a pipe in hand and his breast pocket contains his tobacco pouch. May he and Mrs. Hastings Rest in Peace.

Thanks again to all

Some comments and picture ID's from Dan Murphy

Dan writes.... I'm Dan Murphy, 54 years old, currently living in Hopkinton MA (where the Boston Marathon starts). I was at camp from '64 (10 years old) until '71 as a counselor. I worked mostly on the waterfront, boating, and sailing. Camp years have given me some of the best memories of my life. After the camp was sold, I went to Camp Burgess just down the street on Spectacle Pond, and was a counselor there for just one year. Burgess had a little bit more money than Clark, and also had a great bunch of people working there.

These photos are from a previous post (March 08)

PHOTO #2

Dan ID's two guys in the above photo.

Two guys holding kids in the water are Mike Robinson (with hat) and Dick Riley.

Riley's name has been bugging me all day, and it finally popped into my head. He was probably the waterfront director at the time.

Mike Robinson was part of the Maryland contingent, and was my counselor at Ike Babbitt in '65, my second year. He was a very large guy, all muscle. Huge. Was a wrestler in college and I think he played football - would have been a great running back. Very intimidating guy because of his size, yet had a very quiet demeanor, perfect gentleman in a southern kind of way, big ear-to-ear grin, an "aw shucks" kind of guy. But don't piss him off. Mike actually had at least one date with my sister (6 years older than me). In later years, I think he had his wife with him at camp. Mike also became the waterfront director after Riley left.

I was in a junior lifesaving class with Mike as the instructor. Part of the class involved learning how to release holds a panicked victim may put on you. One requirement was the "water wrestling" component. You go out to deep water with another swimmer, he (as the victim) tries to drown you, and you try to break his holds. Very simple. Now, imagine your opponent is the captain of the U of Maryland wrestling team, you're treading water face to face, about 3-4 feet from his 22-inch neck and shoulders as wide as a pickup truck, trying to figure out how to get out of this alive.

PHOTO #4

Dan writes... There's a line of kids on the right side of the table. The fourth kid (blonde) has his arms stretched out holding a bird feeder(?) and wearing a striped shirt. I'm pretty sure that's me.

PHOTO #5

Dan writes... That's Harriet behind the counter on the right.

Another nugget from Jonathan Rodwin.

Yet another great piece of memorabilia from Jon.



Maybe we can get Jon to auction off this great hat. What do you say Jon?

Anyone else jealous?

Well in any case Thanks for sharing.

Three recent views of Camp Clark (now Camp Lyndon)

Google Earth view of Lawrence Pond. Looks kind of like the shadow of a bird or a bat. With that in mind. The camp is in the area of the "head". The small square is the swimming dock.


The junior section from the boat house. Left to right the cabins were:Kiwanis, Rotary, Craigleigh and Co-Wah (above the arts and craft shop). Thanks to Dan Murphy



The top of Brownbread hill. Looking across the lake. The camp bay is to my right side in this picture. The back bay is to my left. I'm standing on the crest of the hill that is now mostly over grown. I remember a set of log steps that formed an amphitheater down the hill toward the back bay.
None of that appears to be there now it is all over grown.