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Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Bob Zimmermann's memories and pictures. Part #1



The following pictures and news articles are from Bob Zimmermann's "Camp Clark" collection. Most of the pictures will be familiar to former campers. Some of the pictures have Bob's handwritten notes. Many of the photos have names for the individuals in the photos. Some of these photos were before my time at the camp so they might have to be labeled as we all figure out what they are. For example is that  an "outhouse" floating on the swimming raft?  There must be a story there? Bob? Pete? Joe? Anyone?

I will try to add additional labels and my comments to the photos over the next few days.

The news story below about Robert S. Dennie ("Spike") was one of my favorite additions from Bob Zimmermann's material.

Reading the article encouraged me to call on Pete Mandell to get me in touch with Bob Dennie. As usual Pete came through. Spike and his wife Sandy live in Florida. Spike is 80 and his wife of 48 years Sandy is 75.

Update 06/20/12: With Sandy and Bob permission.


Sandy and Bob Dennie 06/2012. Bob's 80th birthday.




Excerpts from Sandy Dennie's recent emails :
"Bob loved Camp Clark.  I was the Camp Nurse in 1964 and that is where I met Bob and we were married the same year.  Married 48 years in November.  Bob just turned 80 years old in May and I was 75."  "We have a Daughter and a Son and from them we have 9 grandchildren and 4 great grandsons.  They all live about 14 miles from our home.  We have lived in Florida for 21 years and love it.  We call it our paradise."
"I will try and locate pictures of me as the camp nurse and others. I am enclosing a picture of Bob and I at his 80th birthday.  Thank you very much for your nice letter.  Bob loved Camp Clark so much that he is always glad to hear from someone that went to Camp Clark." 
"I was also Camp Nurse after our daughter was born in 1965 and our son in 1968."  
"There was a reunion at Camp Clark.  I forgot what year.  It was a lot of fun and Bob was one of the persons in charge of it if I remember correctly.  People came from all over.  When it was about to be sold, Bob and Pete along with others tried to persuade the powers that be to not sell the Camp but it didn't work out.  It became a day camp and Bob and I visited the camp and it seemed very nice and active."   
"Camp life is wonderful for children.  It seems that is where a lot of memories and friendships develop as seen from Camp Clark."


"CLICK" ON ANY PHOTO FOR A LARGER VERSION.



David W. Beaman Hall


David W. Beaman Hall with the camp work truck. I remember riding in the truck when I was a camp worker. 



Uncle Bob Hastings (L). Spike 3rd from (R). Camp cook (R).


During my time at the camp the building in the background was called the candyshack. If you had money in your camp account and had no demerits you could go to the candy shack and get some "sweets" after the supper hours.



During my time at the camp the building in the background was called the candyshack. If you had money in your camp account and had no demerits you could go to the candy shack and get some "sweets" after the supper hours.




Bob Zimmermann's memories and pictures. Part #2



Although this was taken before my time there are familiar items in the photo. The photo was taken in the dining hall (David W. Beaman Hall) the fire place with the Camp Clark sign and the stuffed Loon were regular fixtures through the decades.









These two pictures taken from the top of Brown Bread are great reminders of one of my favorite spots at the Camp.





If you know anyone in this or other group photos please email the ID. Email address shutterwi@gmail.com

Ok this is what appears to be an "Out House" on the swimming raft. Some one please enlighten me. There must be a story behind this photo.

Bob Zimmermann's sister circa 1954/55.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Bob Zimmermann's memories and pictures. Part #3


I can remember sitting at our kitchen table while mom and dad filled out my first application to Camp Clark. Although I don't remember exactly what application it was it could very well have been one like this.



The is a commercial contemporaneous postcard. Probably sold at the camp. This is the view I remember as seen from the hill by the flag pole. All of the trees and underbrush have been removed and  the waterfront is clearly visible today.



The following photos were taken during Sunday Services at the outdoor chapel located out in the woods near the junior section.




This is the beach area as I remember it. The trees and underbrush came right down to the waters edge. This is not the case now. The trees and underbrush are gone and the waterfront is open with a clear view to the lake.

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Kenneth Hokanson "the summer of 58"

Email 04/07/12

Hi Y'all,

Some of the posts have brought back numerous memories.

I think it was the summer of '58 and the camp had two African American female cooks that summer, one being fairly large and the other thin as a rail.  The water heater had been giving trouble for a while and Uncle Bob , I believe, had been trying to get he New Bedford Y to get us a new one.   One morning, as I was seated in my "Mushroom throne",  I heard a loud explosion coming from the mess hall, and dashed out of the Kraft shop and started  up the hill only to slow down and try to control my laughter. There, in the side doorway of the Mess Hall, were the two cooks, wedged in the doorway like something out of a 3 stooges movie!  Finally, one backed off a bit and the two exited the Mess Hall, visibly shaken and upset.  Although they might not have been the best cooks in the world, Uncle Bob gave the O. K. for the counselors to disconnect the water heater and get it out of the mess hall.  This was accomplished among great merriment, and it was shoved out one of the front windows of the mess hall.  I do not know where it disappeared to next - perhaps to the mythical Sam Babbitt cabin?

This lead to another memory involving a brother.  William (Wild Bill of the late 50's) was put in charge of the dish room around this time, and did an excellent job except at very quiet moment in the mess hall, William would scream, in his high voice, oscenities at the dish room wokers at the top of his lungs.  It embarassed the devil out of me although all, including Uncle Bob, Spike and the rest found it amusing.  Me not!!!

It is interesting to find out after all these years that Fuzzy had a real name.  We were neighbors in 1957, He in Kiwanis and I in Rotary

Have fun, Folks,

ken (Horrible Hokey) Hokanson

Saturday, March 31, 2012

Carl Hokanson adds to his story. Remember? "You can't get to heaven in a Camp Clark truck." Joseph Larson has another task.

Hi, This is Carl Hokanson  , most likely remembered as the "baby of the Hokanson wild bunch". I guess I might have been known as "Cow lick Carly" being that was my most prominent feature. .

   I and my other 4 brothers were there circa 1957-9 , Kenny would know best, but I do recall some of the events at Camp Clark that would shape my life and many others as well.  My older brothers were workers and that helped pay off my camp bill and give my widowed mother a break from her 5 sons.

  One song not mentioned thus far is the great"hit" , ..." You can't get to heaven in a Camp Clark truck", cause the gosh darn thing ain't good enough!"....   I'm sure there were other verses some may or may not remember.  I do remember the old canvas sided truck and how it picked the youngest campers so we would not perish along the side of the road when hiking to the dunes of the Cape. And 
so we didn't die from exposure, brought us youngens back early as the camp out turned into sunburns and a very cold damp night at Sandy Neck in  Sandwich .

    Speaking of music, I seem to remember early opera records being played by some slightly demented counsilor , 'that shall remain nameless to protect the guilty. Tom Lehrer was so much better and fun to hum along to, even if  his humor went way over my cow licked head.  But there were always other  many  great camp songs that we enjoyed.

   I seem to remember there is an official camp photo of my bent over behind looking into the pond for fish or tadpoles. I may also be the one in the teather ball photo behind the arm of the striker, The cow lick looks familiar.***see photo elsewhere.

   I remember the late night , highly frowned upon bull frog hunts up the back edge of the pond.   I remember the grub ax and land clearing  projects to the water front in front of the junior cabins that took weeks and many blisters.  Plus there was the clearing of the area of the parking lot to the edge of the swamp that took lots of time in the hot sun for a new play field.

   I remember the once in a while hot dog and marshmallow  feasts and camp out in the nether regions way in the darkest heart of the outback. And of course the clever tribal ceremonies and the mystical gillie goofus bird.  The pow wow really put the W in wow to our young minds.

   Also some of my misdemeanors where trivial to what my older "learned" brothers were pulling off, But they did show my  family roots for trouble with a capital T.

   Once when asked to fetch  the bugle for the camp " musician"  to play" Soupy ", (The dinner call) . I tried my hand or lips so to speak at the favorite starving camper song as I walked back with the brass horn.  After the second playing my me, the whole camp came a running like a herd of wilderbeasts, only to find out it was  I that  had played the siren's song and that chow was still 1/2 hr. away. Luckily I was small and they tended not to beat up the little kids,, Or perhaps it was my brother's protection racket that kept me safe. But if looks could kill, I might be on a spit.

  I remember my one BIG coup de grace , at least to the White  team I was on. There was a ongoing contest between the red and white teams to accumulate points from special projects, nature finds,  and other good "do be" things. Late in the season just before the closing date for point entries, I found in my diggings back behind the nature hut a salemander  with eggs under some log I was poking around under, When brought to Spike , he was in awe of my little find and gave my team  ( much to the chagrin of the Red team) enough points to squeak out a last second  buzzer beating win.    Hero to some ,, bum to others. , I think the prize was,that we got a catered supper by the losing team. I seem to remember how one of the Hastings was POed. But he had to serve our supper, while he ate crow.  Soupy" never sounded soooo good!"

Lesson in life 101:: If the red team had not teased us little kids when they had a big lead things may have been different. I do remember the call to arms and the daily hunt for bonus points and their agony of defeat!   Nah- nah Ha ha hoo, hornet bites are good for you!

  I will dig out family photos and other camp memorobilia  and send them in , but  my favorite times in life were the learning to swim, the badges, the archery, the camp outs and all the great camp activities, And most of all the wisdom of Uncle Bob and the Hastings, and Johnsons  and all who made the mystical summers of my youth the best times of all..

    all the best  " little"  Carly Hokanson



Updates #1 & #2 below.















Update #1

It seems like a lot of memories are etched into my grey matter and when I think back, I remember the" darndest things".

    I remember the photo of me or at least when on a visit to Camp , when I was 5 or 6 years young , to see the older kin that were there as campers , I was hanging around at the apron strings of my dearly departed Mother , Sallie. A photographer was there, I now assume taking official camp photos, seeing he needed a little action for his swimming/ pond shot he suggested that I go to the pond and do something, hence the photo of little Carly looking into the lake with amazement at the little aqua world inches below the surface. Also seen in the photo is the back of Wild Bill walking down the pier to no doubt perform some mischief of some sort.  All in all it ended up showing a very typical scene of the pond and all the levels of activities.

   Of course how could one forget the warmth and aromas of the mess hall, the large fireplace mantle , the wide kitchen window with wide shelf where our sustenance was put three times a day.  Warren Hastings ( if I recall right) was a little task master, perhaps due to his dad running the show and I'm sure as all parents tend to do, held his flesh and blood kin a little closer to the fire. But I digress.

   Well it seem to me Warren ( if memory serves me)  loved the Kellogg's  double GG good snack packs  and held them in high regard , not only for their flavor and high sugar content, but because it would save a bowl that he would have to wash later. Unfortunately it was an act of God to cut open the top without piercing the wax paper lining that formed the temporary leak proof bowl. It took many tries with my boy scout knife to perform the act without the milk leaking and sogging out the cardboard box, But we learned to like it and use less milk  and  eat very quickly. Sometimes I just ate the hot cereal and do without the mess.    OF course there was always the smart camper who was first to the Kellogg's assortment and squirrel away his favorite Tony the Tiger GGGGreats.  We quickly learned his hiding places so we got the good stuff as well. There were so many boxes hidden when we finally sniffed out the stash, that we all had the sugar coated Pops for a week.

   I seem to remember the rally song when better fare was required and,, Was that the aroma of bacon on the grill??,  that drove us to the rally song.     An a one , an a two, everybody sing!!

   " Ham and eggs,, Ham and eggs, I like mine nice and brown, I like mine upside down,,,,  Ham and eggs , Ham and eggs, Flip em, Flop em, Flop em, Flip em, Ham and egggggssss....

   Everyone tried to make special requests Over easy, Sunny side up , or just take from the pan of scrambled. One or two of the older guys with more refined taste insisted on poached and cooked there own , so  they had it their way, on toast points to boot!

   For some reason I got KP dish duty, I can't recall if it was for a misdemeanor or just part of the hard work ethic, But I believe the dish washer  had  broke shortly after the hot water heater had given up the ghost( Exploded may be a better description). The camp had been inspected and due to sanitary problems due to the lack of hot H2O,   the Camp in dutch, so even with out the dish washer, we had to that day the directive , "Kill the offending bugs with very hot tap water or else", The Hasting's kid on duty insisted we hold our hands to the flame and hand dip each plate into the scalding hot water, Way to hot for me, Hastings would run his hand under ice  cold water to freeze his hand long enough to take the boiling oil ,hot water the newly plumbed  water heater could now copiously pump out. Can you spell OUCH!!!!  Hastings earned  his snack packs that day!

   And finally , for today at least , I remember the "Horrible Parade" I think that was the name of the event, or maybe cause it turned out that way for me,,But I digress.

   We were to have costume parade day where campers would dress and act  out skits and other assorted madness, so my CIT came up with the not so brilliant idea for me and another camper to dress as "fat and skinny". So at the last second, Fat was dressed with multiply layers of clothing,,,,  I , Skinny,  was dressed in a bathing suit and barrel , well it was bad enough for me as it was a particularly frigid day and the barrel was not designed to be polar gear. I FFFFFroze till I was blue.  The fat kid had it pretty good in his copious layers,,,,  That is, of course until it was time to remove the now dried black  enamel  paint that was used to make our  painted on mustashes and other  skin marking in the heavy thick permanent, no doubt lead based paint .  I still remember the burn of turpentine and the redden skin burn I had.

    Days later,  Ivory," the  soap that floated" finally removed the last traces of toxic paint. But never the memory!  Also remember ,  the fact that the bar of  Ivory was constantly being retrieved by older camper for us kids when it slipped away into the deep section  that we were forbodden from. Some of them actually probably floated across the pond before they melted into nothingness in the vast  Lake of Laurence.  Some lucky bars decorated with sails to speed the  lake's crossing and safe land fall.  .  Ivory served multiple purposes and laundered clothes as well as dealt out punishments when ingested by naughty little boys..  "  Foaming crud??",   Was that a camp song lyric as well?? " Cider from a Straw   and   "Goober Peas" anyone remember these??? ,,    an a one , an a two.

I hope my stories remind the campers of the good times , the names have not been changed to protect the guilty!  But my memory is not  99 and 44% pure     ,, your fellow camper,,      little Carly H.

Update #2 Camp Songs

I Ain't A Gonna Grieve My Lord No More

1. If you get to heaven,
Before I do,
Just bore a hole,
And pull me through
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.


CH: I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.


2. Oh, the deacon went down,
To the cellar to pray,
But he fell asleep,
And he stayed all day.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.


3. Oh, you can't get to heaven,
In a motor boat,
'Cause a motor boat,
On air won't float.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.


4. You can't get to heaven,
In a putt-putt car,
'Cause a putt-putt car,
Won't go that far.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.


5. You can't get to heaven,
In dirty blue jeans,
'Cause the Lord don't have,
No warahin' machines.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.


6. You can't get to heaven,
On roller skates,
'Cause you'll roll right past,
Those pearly gates.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.


7. If I get to heaven,
Before you do,
I'll plug that hole,
With shavings and glue.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.


8. You can't get to heaven,
If you've sinned all day,
'Cause if you've sinned all day,
You'll go the other way,
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.


9. You can't get to heaven,
If you've sinned all day,
'Cause if you've sinned all day,
You'll go the other way,
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.


10. You can't get to heaven,
In a rocking chair,
'Cause the lord don't allow,
No lazy folks there.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.


11. You can't get to heaven,
With nickles in your jeans,
'Cause the Lord don't have
No slot machines.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.


12. You can't get to heaven,
In a limousine,
'Cause the Lord don't sell,
No gasoline.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.


13. Oh, the devil is mad,
And I am glad,
He lost a soul,
He thought he had.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.


14. That's all there is,
There ain't no more,
St. Peter Himself,
Just closed the door.
I ain't a gonna grieve my Lord no more.

Hi, Here's the song lyrics, I remember the Camp Clark final verse / moral as:
Now 49 years of foaming crud, we both drink cider from a mug
Now 49 years of foaming crud , we both drink cider from a mug.. 


SIPPIN CIDER

The prettiest girl I ever saw
Was sippin' cider
Through a straw
The prettiest girl I ever saw
Was sippin' cider through a straw
I asked her if
She'd teach me how
To sip some cider
Through a straw
I asked her if she'd reach me how
To sip some cider through a straw
First cheek to cheek
Then jaw to jaw
We sipped that cider
Through a straw
First cheek to cheek, then jaw to jaw
We sipped that cider through a straw
And now and then
That straw did slip
And we'd sip cider
Lip to lip
And now and then that straw did slip
And we'd sip cider lip to lip
And now I've got
A mother-in-law
And nineteen kids
That call me "Paw"
And now I've got a mother-in-law
And nineteen kids that call me "Paw"
The moral of
This little tale
Is sip your cider
Through a pail
The moral of this little tale
Is sip your cider through a pail



Thursday, March 29, 2012

Dan Murphy tells how he found Camp Clark.

I haven't visited the site in awhile. Looking at the post for March 25, I was looking thru the names of the guys in picture and noticed the name of Gordon Parsons. Wow. Gordon Parsons is how I ended up going to Camp Clark.

When I was a 10-year-old kid, my dad and and a couple other neighbors decided to build some Sailfish sailboats, the popular flat-deck lateen-rigged sailboats. After building them, we wanted to have a mini-regatta and Gordon suggested a place where he went to camp as a kid. We packed up the cars, boats on top, headed to Lawrence Pond, and had a fun day. It must have been just before camp started. Bob Hastings came down and introduced himself, got talking about the camp, and next thing I knew, I was signed up for a month of camp. Both my parents were from New Bedford, so there was some degree of familiarity with the camp.

Gordon (Dr. Parsons) was our neighbor for a number of years in Marshfield MA. He was well-respected in town and was an avid tennis player and skier. He died at least 10 years ago on the tennis court.

Thanks for maintaining the website. 

Dan Murphy Camp Clark 1964-1971

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Another "old camper" rejoins the flock. Welcome Ken. Class of 50's

Apologies to Kenneth Hokanson for miss spelling in name in the recent email.


Hi Y'all,
After 50 years in "Dixie", I feel that I should use the southernism.  My baby brother Carl( 62 years old) told me of the Camp Clark site, so I checked it out.  At one time or another, all the Hokanson boys were at Camp Clark.  I only regret that now that I have 2 grand sons that will not be able to go there as a 24/7 camp.  the grand girls would have to go elsewhere. 
Back in the day I was told that I had a good "chicken wire tan" and tht my motto was "Come kiddies, make things"  Somewhere in my collection of stuff, I have one of those red on white felt Camp Clark insignias and a couple of issues of the camp newspaper- still legible in spite of some fading of the purple spirit master ink.  I have a number of photos that I took back in 57, 58, & 59.  All in all, I regret that I had to grow out of being the counselor of Rotary and doing crafty things.  I am only a 19 year old stuck in a 75 year old frame.  Such is life, but all-in-all life has been pretty good although, Ma kicked the bucket in 95, and my younger brother, William (WIld Bill as he was known at the camp) and his son were lost at sea in '90.
Having retired from inflicting College Chemsitry for over 25 years, we moved back to Greenwood, S. C. where both my daughters had settled and have given me 2 grandsons, and two grand daughters.  I have gone back into some of my old hobbies - built a greenhouse ( all those carpentry skills learned at Clark as the Craft director/ maintenance man) have all kinds of citrus trees and orchids by the dozen, and generally life is good.
In any case, have fun,
Ken Hokanson

Update #1: Added info and questions from Ken's 03/28/12 email
Hi,  I am glad to be on the mailing list for good old Camp Clark.  There are three things I need to mention.  One.  Spike's real name is Richard Dennie.  I had remembered the Dennie, but I had to go back to a group photo of all the campers and staff lined up on Aug. 11, 1958.  I had in in my album with all the names on it, including Janet Hastings.  Two.  You mentioned about 3 photos  that are shown, top, Uncle Bob, second, Spike, and the bottom you thought was Warren Hastings.  It is Warren. Third, my name is Kenneth Hokanson.  Hokeyken is  from my email address.  Again, thank you for bringing back many happy memories.  When did they add the deck on Babbitt Hall ( the boat house).  I was there for its dedication, and have photos of it without deck.  I also helped putting the finish on the floor the beginning of the following summer.  



Update #2: Info about Wakonda, the Great One Spirit & Gillygoofus bird
After looking at some of the nostalgic posts, with many of the camp songs, I looked through some of my stuff, and there is a carbon copy of the Indian Council Fire ritual.  It seems we had to come up with it during work week when we found that all copies of it had taken off.  A number of us counselors sat around a table in the Mess Hall, and we reconstructed the ritual, and some might remember deathless lines such as, "To Wakonda, the Great One Spirit, that His wisdom be with us always; a conie a ka snay, noonway. ( all noonway),  To Okaga, the hot wind that he strike us not with is fierce heat; etc.  On the back of this , even at that time old  sheet of Camp Clark stationary, is my design for starting the council fire ( Fire from the Ground) using sterno.  Next year, model paint bottle with sulfuric acid dropping into a paper cup with some sugar and saltpeter was a better spectacle, and you didn't have to be so careful building the fire so as to hide the little amount of light that Sterno gives out

 I also located my design for the Gillygoofus bird that flew over the council fire one evening in '59.  It was in actuality the stuffed loon which stood on the mantel in the Mess Hall, and was reputed to fly backwards so as to see where it had been, and frequently disappeared for days at a time, supposedly flying to Sam Babbitt, an imaginary cabin and staying there for the duration. Having gotten ratty looking from all its flights to Sam Babbitt, the Gilllygoofus bird's funeral pyre was a council fire, with the promise by Spike, that like the Phoenix, it would be reborn from the ashes.

Lastly, Clayton Henson Farnham, I bet I have a better Southern accent than you did in 1957!!

Have fun,

Ken Hokanson, the oldest ( and best preserved) of the Hokanson boys


Does this photo show evidence of the "Gillygoofus bird" (see insert in lower right). That sure looks like the shadow of a Loon behind Gordon Parsons head on the fire place mantel in the mess hall.




Saturday, March 17, 2012

Pete, Joe and Clayt Farnham have a song, or two they want you to sing.

Email from Pete
The "campsite" (clever, eh?) continues to grow and look better and better. Of course, so does the pile beside your computer of great photos and interesting tales from a variety of former Clarkites, I suppose, as the word spreads. Great work, Wayne! Be looking for some photos and material from Clayt Farnham, if you have not already received stuff from him as yet. He and I and Joe Larson have been bouncing around camp songs and lyrics lately.

Clayt, Joe and I continue to try to recall songs that rang through the mess hall rafters in days gone by. The results to date are included in the attached "Singalong" file.
Maybe you'd like to invite all your visitors to share songs that they recall and enjoyed that aren't on the list. (For example, I know that we left "Bill Grogan's GoaT" out - which has a favorite of the ganbg from the Middlebush, NJ area. I simply don't remember the words.

On a side note(!) - for the benefit of new campers, former Camp Director Paul Favor (1940s) would always get up after the first Sunday evening meal of each period and announce, "Welcome to Camp Clark. You should know that Camp Clark is a singing camp and is one of the best singing camps anywhere!" Then he'd get everyone singing some of his personal favorites - like "Oh, How Lovely is the Evening" and "Down by the Station."

Anyway, keep on doing your good thing - it's great fun to hear from fellow campers and staff after all the passing decades.

Pete

Pete Mandell


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To:
Pete, Joe and Clayt
Here are a couple I remember.  I will work at adding the words
1. There is a hole in the bottom of the sea
2. There is a hole in the bucket.


Now for Bill Grogan's Goat
Bill Grogan's Goat.... here is what I remember right off the top of my head.


Bill Grogan's Goat
Was feeling fine
Ate three red shirts right off the line


..... (here is where I choke)
da da  da da dah dah dah


Not much help but the tune is in my head ...... Thank you very much!
Wayne
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From Pete, Joe and Clayt --  Great work gentlemen !!



CAMP CLARK SONGS


Oh, How Lovely Is the Evening, is the evening
When the bells are softly ringing, softly ringing
Ding… dong… ding… dong…ding… dong.
[Sung as a round – like “Row, row, row your boat…” three times]

Traditional German Round



John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt -
That’s my name, too.
Whenever I go out,
The people start to shout:
There goes John Jacob
John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt
Da,da, da ,da, da, da,da, da!
[Sung three times through, each time softer than the one before, BUT the final “Da,da..etc.” is very loud]



Show me the Scotsman who doesn’t love the thistle,
Show me the Englishman who doesn’t love the rose.
Show me the loyal son of Camp Clark who doesn’t love the spot…

Three Jolly Fishermen

There were three jolly fishermen
There were three jolly fishermen
Fisher, fishermen, men, men
Fisher, fishermen, men, men
There were three jolly fishermen


The first one's name was Abraham
The first one's name was Abraham
Abra, Abra, ham, ham, ham
Abra, Abra, ham, ham, ham
The first one's name was Abraham

The second one's name was Isaac

The second one's name was Isaac
I, I, zak, zak, zak
I, I, zak, zak, zak
The second one's name was Isaac

The third one's name was Jacob

The third one's name was Jacob
Ja, Ja, cub, cub, cub
Ja, ja, cub, cub, cub
The third one's name was Jacob

They all sailed up to Jericho

They all sailed up to Jericho
Jeri, Jeri, co, co, co
Jeri, Jeri, co, co, co
They all sailed up to Jericho

They should have gone to Amsterdam

They should have gone to Amsterdam
Amster, Amster, sh, sh, sh
Amster, Amster, sh, sh, sh
They should have gone to Amsterdam



Oh, the noble Duke of York, he had ten thousand men.
He marched them up the hill and marched them down again.        [stand up and sit down, with lyrics]
And when you’re up, you’re up, and when you’re down, you’re down,       [up and down, with the lyrics]
And when you’re only half way up, you’re neither up or down!           [again, match the lyrics]



Down By the Old Mill Stream

[First time through, sing song slowly WITHOUT the words in parentheses, but with action visuals:]

“Down” [point thumb down]    “by” [wave bye-bye]    “the old” [stroke beard]   “mill” [rotate hand like mill wheel]   “stream” [hand flutters like waves in stream]; “Where I” [point to your eye]….etc.

[Second time through, sing much faster, add the material in parentheses and use actions:]

Down by the old (not the new but the old)
Mill stream (not the river but the stream),
Where I first (not the last but the first)
Met you. (Not me but you.)
With your eyes (not your ears, but your eyes)
Of blue (not green, but blue).
Dressed in ging- (not silk but ging-) -ham too. (Not one but two.)
And it was there (not here, but there),

I knew (not old, but new)
That you loved (not hated, but loved)
Me too. (Not one but two.)
You were sixteen (not seventeen, but sixteen)
My village queen! (Not the king, but the queen).
Down by the old (not the new, but the old),
Mill stream (not the river, but the stream). [sing the final phrase “not the river but the stream” very slowly and with lots of harmony]

Written by Tell Taylor 1910.  Lyrics and music on many web sites


I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses.

(Refrain)
And He walks with me, and He talks with me,
And He tells me I am His own;
And the joy we share as we tarry there,
None other has ever known.
[There are two more verses, which we never used at Clark – see:

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The Itsy Bitsy Spider .                     [a.k.a. ”The Gol-Darned Spider”]

The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout
Down came the raining, and washed the spider out.
Out came the sunshine, and dried up all the rain
And itsy bitsy spider went up the spout again
.

Do your ears hang low?  Do they wobble to and fro?
Can you tie 'em in a knot?  Can you tie 'em in a bow?
Can you throw 'em over your shoulder, Like a Continental soldier?
Do your ears hang low?

Music and lyrics at: www.scoutsongs.com/lyrics/earshanglow.html


 “Push the Damper In.”     (Larson’s imitation of Hannum leading this song is a classic, not to be missed)

Oh, you push the damper in - And you pull the damper out  
And the smoke goes up the chimney just the same
Just the same, just the same
And the smoke goes up the chimney just the same

“Down By The Station”

Down by the station, early in the morning
See the little pufferbellies all in a row.
See the engineer-driver push the little valve down.
Choo choo, woo woo, off they go!


  
“Brightly Beams Our Father’s Mercy”  Lower Lights. 8,7,8,7

Brightly beams our Father’s mercy from His lighthouse evermore,
But to us He gives the keeping of the lights along the shore.

Refrain:
Let the lower lights be burning! Send a gleam across the wave!
Some poor fainting struggling sea-man, You may rescue, you may save.


Dark the night of sin has settled, Loud the angry billows roar;
Eager eyes are watching, longing, For the lights along the shore.
Refrain

Trim your feeble lamp, my brother;  Some poor sailor, tempest-toss’d,
Trying now to make the harbor, In the darkness may be loast.
Refrain

Music and words by Philip P. Bliss, 1877, Pilgrim Hymnal

Words adapted by Amherst College (under the title, “Paige’s Horse”) to tell the story of two students who rented a horse and sleigh to go to see the girls at Smith College in Northampton and on their return upset the horse and sleigh in a snow bank and were guided back to college by the beam from their roommate’s study lamp. Music and words at:  https://www.amherst.edu/users/L/salangford63/Songs#paige's horse


“Follow the Gleam”
 To the knights in the days of old, keeping watch on the mountain height,
Came a vision of Holy Grail and a voice to the waiting knights:
“Follow, follow, follow the Gleam, banners unfurled, o’er all the world;
Follow, follow, follow the Gleam of the chalice that is the Grail.
[2nd and 3rd stanzas not used at Clark:
And we who would serve the King, And loyally Him obey,
In the consecrate silence know, That the challenge still holds today:
“Follow, follow, follow the Gleam, Standards of worth o’er all the earth,
Follow, follow, follow the Gleam, Of the Light that shall bring the dawn.”]
(Here’s an interesting story on the song’s origin, by a blogger from upstate NY named Kihn Winship.)
In 1920, Sallie Hume Douglas, a widowed, 53-year-old teacher from Honolulu, and Helen Hill, a student from Bryn Mawr College (Class of ’21), met at the Silver Bay Association on Lake George, in New York. The occasion was a YWCA conference; one of the many activities that summer was a song competition.
Sallie Hume Douglas was something of a hobbyist in song writing. She had published her “Garden of Paradise: Hawaiian Love Song” in 1915, and “Her Pink Mumu” in 1916.
Having heard of the song contest, Douglas was probably on the prowl for a lyricist with whom she could collaborate and perhaps even win. She found Helen Hill. As it turned out, both women were interested in the Arthurian legends, and familiar with Tennyson’s 1889 poem, “Merlin and the Gleam,” about the quest for the Holy Grail.
Their song was the contest winner, and more. It became an anthem that closed every YWCA gathering, sung at the end of vespers, sung by soloists, sung by the assembled masses, sung at girl’s camps all over the country, even today.
Before she died in 1944, Sallie Hume Douglas said that “Follow the Gleam” was the high point of her life. However, Helen Hill Miller once offered to pay the YWCA if they would remove her name from the piece. From what I gather, it haunted her. She found it overly sentimental, did not share in the sentiment, and wanted it to go away.

“Hans and Yaaker”  [spell?]

Me mudder she had twins, they was me and me brudder’
We looked so much alike, we looked like each udder.
We looked so much alike, we looked just the same –
And Hans and Yaaker, those are our names.

[The remainder of the song has become lost in the mists of the 57 intervening years. Somewhere along the way, one of the twins died, but we couldn’t tell which one it was. Any help out there?]


 
Another pseudo-German song was brought to camp by Hap Greenhalgh: {“John Schmoker, ish klein spieler… blah blah blah… la trombona. Boom., boom, boom, das ist trombona… toot. Toot, toot, das ist trumpeta…ding, ding, ding, das ist triangle, etc.} The song seemed to be an earlier cousin of the popular  Julius LaRosa hit of about 1953 called “Eh Compari.” Can anyone appoximate the lyrics? I sure can’t

“Down in the Valley”

Down in the valley, valley so low
Hang your head over, hear the wind blow
Hear the wind blow, dear, hear the wind blow;
Hang your head over, hear the wind blow.

Roses love sunshine, violets love dew,
Angels in Heaven know I love you,
Know I love you, dear, know I love you,
Angels in Heaven know I love you.

Build me a castle, forty feet high;
So I can see her as she rides by,
As she rides by, dear, as she rides by,
So I can see her as she rides by.

(Verse not used at Camp Clark)
"If you don't love me, love whom you please,"
"Throw your arms round me, give my heart ease,"
"Give my heart ease, dear, give my heart ease,"
"Throw your arms round me, give my heart ease,"

Write me a letter, send it by mail;
Send it in care of the Birmingham jail,
Birmingham jail, dear, Birmingham jail,
Send it in care of the Birmingham jail.

Roses love sunshine, violets love dew,
Angels in Heaven know I love you,
Know I love you, dear, know I love you,
Angels in Heaven know I love you.





One Finger One Thumb
One finger, one thumb, keep moving. (Move the body parts as you sing)
One finger, one thumb, keep moving.
One finger, one thumb, keep moving.
And we'll all be happy today.

One finger, one thumb, one hand, keep moving.
One finger, one thumb, one hand, keep moving.
One finger, one thumb, one hand, keep moving.
And we'll all be happy today.

One finger, one thumb, one hand, one arm, keep moving.
One finger, one thumb, one hand, one arm, keep moving.
One finger, one thumb, one hand, one arm, keep moving.
And we'll all be happy today.

One finger, one thumb, one hand, one arm, one leg, keep moving.
One finger, one thumb, one hand, one arm, one leg, keep moving.
One finger, one thumb, one hand, one arm, one leg, keep moving.
And we'll all be happy today.

One finger, one thumb, one hand, one arm, one leg, stand up, sit down, keep moving.
One finger, one thumb, one hand, one arm, one leg, stand up, sit down, keep moving.
One finger, one thumb, one hand, one arm, one leg, stand up, sit down, keep moving.
And we'll all be happy today.

There are several versions. One close to that used at camp is at: http://www.nursery-rhymes-collection.com/lyrics_one_finger_one_thumb.html