Carl Hokanson provides a new piece of Camp Clark memorabilia.

Carl Hokanson provide a new piece of Camp Clark memorabilia. His brother Richard also a Camp Clark alumnus passed this document on to Carl and Carl forwarded it to me. This piece has a special point of interest for yours truly. So a special thanks to Carl and Richard Hokanson.

As I prepped this piece to get it ready to post (a little Photoshop tweaking) I read it as the tweaks brought out some of the faded words.

For the first time there it was my name Wayne Griffiths in a comtemporanous document from Camp Clark in it's 54th season.  Answering the question "what did you like best about camp?"
Wayne Griffiths "losing my fear of deep water".

If you can date this document that would be a great piece of info. With the passing of my mom and dad I have no idea of when this could have been. Two hints in the document 1. all the campers were 10 years old. 2. The cabin Craigleigh.  I was born in 1947 so this would make this document a 1957 writing. Meaning the camp's first season would have been circa 1903.

Thanks Carl and Richard. Enjoy memories. 

Pete Mandell makes a suggestion to help remember our camp. And keep it thriving.

Pete: I got to thinking about how (oddly enough) we loyal Clark campers owe a huge debt of thanks to the Lyndon folks at the Cape Cod YMCA. 

For any new visitors, recall that:

 1.   In 1970, a major effort was made by a lot of dedicated Clark supporters to save the camp from being converted into a subdivision.

 2.   The effort to save Camp Clark failed, but the campsite was kept out of the hands of eager developers – thanks to the Cape Cod YMCA’s purchase of the camp.

3.   In 2003, the Cape Cod YMCA and the Town of Sandwich entered into a legal agreement called a Conservation Restriction to ensure that the land that was Camp Clark, now Camp
Lyndon, must remain essentially as it is today and, barring action by the Massachusetts Legislature, the property will forever remain a place for camping activities that we were all lucky enough to enjoy.

So… it occurs to me that we should all consider supporting Camp Lyndon if we can. You can make donations for camperships and/or their building and maintenance programs - and think seriously about including the Cape Cod Y’s Camp Lyndon in your will.

To get information about supporting Camp Lyndon’s campership program  or to help in other ways, call PJ Richardson at 

508 -362-6500, extension 141, or visit:   http://ymcacapecod.org/give/donate/planned-giving/  

GREAT IDEA!  Pete...... Wayne

Paul Daffinee brings back some old camp songs.

Camp Clark Songs

Row Your Boat

Sung as a round

Row, row, your boat

Gently down the stream

Merrily, merrily, merrily

Life is but a dream

Jon Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt

Sung unceasingly softer on each verse until the last line which is sung as loud as possible

Jon Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt

That's my name too

Whenever I go out

The people always shout

There goes

Jon Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt

Da, da, da, da da da da

The Ants go Marching

Ants go marching one by one (two by two, three by three etc.)

Hurrah, hurrah

The ants go marching # by #

Hurrah, Hurrah!

The ants go marching one by one (or whatever verse),

The little one stopped to stick out his tongue (see below for other verses)

And they all go marching

Down

To the ground

To get out of the rain

Boom, boom, boom

2 Tie his shoe

3 Climb a tree

4 Slam the door

5 Pick up Sticks

Do Your Ears Hang Low?

Do your ears hang low?

Do they wobble to and fro?

Can you tie them in a knot?

Can you tie them in a bow?

Can you throw them o’er your shoulder like a Continental soldier?

Do your ears hang low?

Goober Peas

Sitting by the lakeside on a summer's day

Chatting with my bunkmates,

passing time away

Lying in the shadow underneath the trees

Goodness, how delicious,

eating goober peas

Peas, peas, peas, peas,

eating goober peas

Goodness, how delicious,

eating goober peas

Hole In the Bottom of the Sea

Each verse is sung faster and faster and then the chorus is sung slowly

Chorus

There’s a hole in the bottom of the sea

There’s a hole in the bottom of the sea

(Chorus)

There’s a hole, there’s a hole

There’s a hole in the bottom of the sea

There’s a log in the hole in the bottom of the sea

There’s a log in the hole in the bottom of the sea

(Chorus)

There’s a bump on the the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea

There’s a bump on the the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea

(Chorus)

There’s a frog on the bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea

There’s a frog on the bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea

(Chorus)

There’s a wart of the frog on the bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea

There’s a wart of the frog on the bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea

(Chorus)

There’s a fly on the wart on the frog on the bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea

There’s a fly on the wart on the frog on the bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea

(Chorus)

There’s a flea on the fly on the wart on the frog on the bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea

There’s a flea on the fly on the wart on the frog on the bump on the log in the hole in the bottom of the sea

(Chorus)

Happy Song

If you’re happy and you know it clap your hands (clap hands)

If you’re happy and you know it clap your hands (clap hands)

If you’re happy and you know it

And you really want to show it

If you’re happy and you know it clap your hands (clap hands)

2nd verse

If you’re happy and you know it

Stomp your feet. (stomp feet)

3rd verse

If you’re happy and you know it

Shout “Hooray!” (shout hooray)

4th verse

If you’re happy and you know it

Do all three (clap hands, stomp feet, shout hooray)

Carl Hokanson

Hi, I just want to say how much fun we had at Camp Clark. The Hokanson family Ken, Robert, Wild Bill, Richard and I (Carl ) have great memories. 

Recently my brother Ken passed away, He was a counselor and ran the arts and craft lodge. At family get togethers we always talked about Camp Clark. The activities, the campers, the workers and the Hastings and Johnson  families all have a special place in our hearts.    Carl Hokanson

Our newest alumni Neal Russell has a tale to tell.

Neal....

Thanks so much for sending me the BlogSpot, great job with a load of info. Certainly brought back some terrific memories.

On to the tale 

Quoting the old TV Dragnet Series "The names have been changed to protect the innocent"

Neal's memory..... 

I recall that one year a motel was being built on a nice beach across the lake and some counselors participated in a late night canoe trip across the lake and thru some materials around -  no real damage, just a way of protesting. Lo & behold, the State Police showed up the next morning. To protect the Sr. Counselors a couple of Jr. Counselors decided to take the fall. It ended up in an out of court settlement where charges were dropped by the property owner after some hallway discussions & an apology. A truly great adventure.

For those who forget the geography.

Lawrence Pond

Camp Clark (Camp Lyndon)

 Is this the target area (?) across the lake as it appears today.

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.

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.

So that it is not missed I have elevated two "comment" exchanges to a post status.

I'm the "Jerry" Handspicker Joe refers to in his memories. I well remember the summer of 1948 because it was the first time I was a camp counselor. I had been one at "Camp Stay-as-Home" in Malden, where Mr. Hannum had been director. I came to Clark as a junior counselor that year.

I remember there was a huge snapping turtle in the lake and we worried about its attacking kids while swimming. We got it out of the water then the archery counselor (whose name I can't remember) shot it in the neck with an arrow, and then someone proceeded to chop off its head. Then we buried it. The next morning we found it had dug part way out of the grave before it finally died.

Two memorable events from that summer. First, my senior counselor who I think was crafts counselor, hit a kid in our cabin (the kid was a was a real pain0 and Mr. Hannum fired him. This left me in charge of kids only a year or two younger than me (I was 15 at the time). I had to wrestle with one kid to establish authority--afte than things went well.

The other event happend during an overnight on the shore of the lake. About midnight some of us woke up to the noise of birds and frogs--it was light out! Overhead was the most glorious display of northern lights. We woke up the kids so they could exdperience it as well.

Clark was my introduction to summer camp life as a counselor. I went on to Camp Frank A. Day, the Newton YMCA camp for two summers,two summers at Camp Medomak in Maine as a college students, and finally I directed Camp Claire in Hamburg, CT fro three summmers when I ws in graduate school. But it all started at Camp Clark.

M. B. (Jerry( Handspickeer

January 13, 2011 9:25 PM


Anonymous
Great to hear from you, Jerry. Hope that life has been good to you and your brother, who was another Clark camper. (1) I also remember the snapping turtle event. As I recall, the archery counselor was named Eddie Popelnicki, an outgoing guy with a great sense of humor. During the week after camp - when the counselors brought in the pier and the boat, closed up the cabins for the winter, etc. - most of us, including Eddie, slept in Ted Babbit cabin. Tired after a day of heavy work closing up things, Eddie told everyone to quiet down or he would shoot out the light ( a single bulb in the center of the cabin's ceiling). Everyone ignored Eddie pretty much and were very surprised when he put arrow to bow and just missed hitting the bulb, the arrow bouncing around in the rafters. Ted Babbit became very quiet after that.

Eddie's brother Ted, a likeable but much more laid-back guy, was senior counselor in Rotary cabin the one year that the Popelnicki brothers attended. I believe that the brothers operated a auto repair shop in New Bedford for a number of years.

(2)The hitting of a camper - the only such event that anyone can recall - involved a lazy counselor named Charles M. and a kind of smart-alec camper named Balinger (spell?). Anyway, Charles M. was sent packing before the sun set that day and luckily the camp was not sued. It would interesting to find out whatever happened to Charlie M.

Note from Wayne: I edited out the last name of Charles M. to avoid legal issues.

These two comments were originally added to this original post.

Marshall Roper adds names and history to camp photos.

Wayne, good to read your still alive.  Yeah I think we worked in either the Kitchen or dishroom together.  I do remember staying at your house for a weekend and never getting out of the pool.

I was reading the local Cape paper and saw a little article about Camp Clark and it had your name in it so I went to the blog and there you were.  I've renumbered some of the pics and remember some more names.

In Pic 1 the guy with his hands on his hips is Jay Steptoe.  The little kid to the left is David Ables' little brother but I can't remember his name.  I'm not sure but I think the kid hitting the ball was the son of the Nurse for that year.   I googled Steptoe and there is an "Old Guy"  ( see pic 4) who looks very similar that works as a lawyer for NASA.  If my memory serves me right the attachment point on the tether ball hurt like hell if you punched it.

Pic 2 shows Bill Eckert driving the ski boat.  I did that too after my dutys in the kitchen were finished.

Pic 3.  The guy in the glasses was the councilor in Gordon cabin and the Nature guy.  I remember him to be real smart and I think he had someting to do with the Boston Museum of Science.  I say that because he brought down a porcipine named Herkimur and a sparrow hawk for the summer and they were really exhibits at the Museum.  I think the kid in the stripped shirt was the little brother of on of the othe councilors.   I think his name was Doug.

The Group Pic.  Sitting cross legged in front of the flag pole in the stripped shirt is Allen Winkler, to his right in the long sleeve shirt is a kid whos last name was Monk.  2 guys to his left (also in a stripped shirt) is David Able.  Standing behind and to the left of Mrs J is Renie Lyonaise I think.  He could swim forever under water.

Kneeling directly in front of him might be Bill Cuddy.  Don Hastings is the 5th kid to his fathers right.   I think they took the white out to me.  Next to Bill Cuddy is, I think, is a guy named Zimmerman and in front of him is his brother.  Zim was the Athletic Director that year.

Thats all I remember for names but the camp always brings back memories.  

Marshall.... let me add this ID front row 5th from the right kneeling is me Wayne Griffiths. 6th from right is Donald Hastings  and back row just to the right of the flag poll is Warren Hastings (I believe that is right in both cases)

Marshall continues.........

I remember getting picked on for not saying my "Ahs" properly, according to the NJ contingent.  

I remember pulling brush down the road to the swamp by the Junior area at the start of the waterfront improvement project.  I remember pulling roots in the middle said project and I remember picking rocks and stones at the end.  After that was done we went up to the new baseball field and picked stones and rocks there. 

 I remember trying to get all the sand out of your bunk so you could win cabin inspection and be first in line at the candy store. 

My kids and I are going to be looking at a bunch of photos taken over the last 60 plus years and if and camp stuff shows up I'll email them to you. 

Take care, Marshall

Wayne with Lake Superior's Chequamegon Bay in the background.

Don Johnson 40's & 50's camper.

I was a camper in the 40’s and was a counselor in Rotary Cabin a couple of years in the 50’s and work the Waterfront with Tom Tollefsen, Carl Johnson and Clayton Farnham. I will dig out some pictures and scan them. 

Maybe add some to the history.

In addition, I served on the Camp Lyndon property committee for several years and on the Cape Cod YMCA board.

Don Johnson


Thanks Don ... looking forward to photos and more history. Wayne

Tom Tollefsen offers up his memories. Thanks Tom keep them coming.

Thanks again for the memories, especially of Pete Mandell and Joe Larson.  A correction:  in the Rotary Cabin picture, the senior counselor is Jim Whitehurst, not Jack Paxton.  Jack was an age contemporary so he would have been about twelve years old at that time.  I ran into Jack at Union College in 1958 when Union played Kings Point in football.  Jack was wearing a fedora hat he had inherited from Ben Wilson.  Ben Wilson was known for his formal chapeau's around the Camp and somehow Jack "acquired" an original.  I heard later that Jack fell out of a third story window in NYC and was badly injured.  Jack was part of the New Jersey" contingent with Bobby Zimmerman, Busjager, Clayte Farnham and a couple of others who developed into wonderful Camp Clark counselors from full season campers as they matured.  Bobby Z was the nurse's son and went on to Princeton and an aviation career. 

Look in the Reston, VA area for Bob Hastings second son.  Allen and the youngest son became YMCA Directors like their father.

Fuzzy (Camp Clark knickname because of (then) red curly hair) Johnson sent along your Camp Clark information which brought back many fond memories.  I was a scholarship camper at Camp Clark for two years with sponsoring arranged by Mr Paul Favor, an "original" at Camp Clark and the YMCA Director at New Bedford.  Mr Favor believed in developing work ethics at a young age so I became the dishroom worker at age eleven along with my cousin Bob Caswell.  Bob and I are now neighbors in The Villages, in central Florida.  Mrs. Johnson the camp cook was our supervisor and spent time teaching us kitchen duties so that we could upgrade the next season.  Bob and I became junior waterfront instructors and counselors instead and I continued on to become the waterfront director after earning my Leader Examiner qualification at Springfield College in my senior year in high school and  combined it with the Red Cross Water Safety Instructor qualification earned at the New Bedford YWCA.  

  

 We had a Scandinavian Village in the junior section with Carl Johnson,  Fuzzy Johnson and myself as counselors. We flew a Norwegian/Swedish flag at the pole sewn by Fuzzy's mother. I still have the old ring buoy with Camp Clark labeling, which hung from the life guard tower.  Some pictures also, which I would be happy to send along to you by mail, if you provide an address.

 I graduated from the United States Merchant Marine Academy (not Mass Maritime) and enjoyed a career as a Naval Officer mostly at sea and later as a civilian with the Navy in Washington involved in small ship and boat construction. I have a graduate degree from the George Washington University and also graduated from the Naval War College at Newport. RI.  Happily married with three sons and a daughter working at successful professional careers and scattered about the U.S.

When Bob Hastings passed away, I attended his burial here in Florida and met the Hastings boys and Bob Denny.  Bob Hasting did not make the burial however, as his coffin was delayed  in transit by the airlines.  Conversations with the sons was fascinating as they dressed and acted in so many ways like their father.  Bob had hired me to run the game room at the New Bedford YMCA and also at Camp Clark on the waterfront so I was pleased to attend the funeral and informally represent all of the campers and staff members who were guided by "Uncle Bob."

These memories could go on into a small book but I will cut it off here and say "hello" to all 

my friends and associates of that mid-fifties period.

Thanks to Pete Mandell and .....

his great news releases in Cape Cod and New Bedford newspapers we now have some new Camp Clark camper who have found us and the website. Thanks again Pete.


So over the last month I have been contacted by the following campers.

Marshall Roper, Don Johnson, Tom Tollefsen, Carl Johnson, Bob Caswell.

I have added them to our email list.

Marshall, Don and Tom have added some of their memories via their emails. I have ask and in two cases received their permission to post their comments. I will be doing those posting over the next few days.

I am really excited about these new contacts.

Thanks to Pete and thanks to those individual for taking the time to make the initial contacts.

For everyone who has joined us let me again invite you one and all to offer up your memories and photos for us all to share and enjoy. I will make every effort to get them posted so that they reflect your memories.

If I haven't said it before please consider this website to be yours as well as mine. It is ours to share the memories we all have. Yes I took the time to "build" the original but since then it has been the combined effort of all of you who have share your (in many cases) extensive memories.

So if you have something you want to share the space is there. If you have questions about how to contact me directly email me. For now look to the email that I will send out later today. It will contain complete contact info.

Every time someone offers a new piece to the puzzle I am so thankful to learn things I didn't know about the camp the people and the stories about the special place we all shared. Keep them coming.

My new information is the Uncle Bob Hastings is buried in Florida. I did a rather extensive search in the New England area to find him and his family.  To date I was only able to locate Allen in New York State.

More tidbits of history from Pete Mandell. Yet more to follow.

All of the photos in this posting are from one pamphlet. I'm pretty sure no one (aside from maybe Pete and Joe) has seen this material including the photos for ... I would guess nearly 40 years...maybe 50 years.

 I think there is one really unique picture in my mind.  It is a picture of an outside altar made of stone. I have no idea where that is or was located.  Note: See Pete's response below

Click on each photo & the comments below the pictures for a larger version of the photo & comments.

Outdoor altar.  Where was this located?

Update: from Pete Mandell an ask and you shall receive...  "you had a question about the location of the stone altar (with rough-hewn rows of benches before it). It was one of the most peaceful and really beautiful areas in the camp, existing from at least the early 1940s to at least 1955. (What happened to the components, I couldn't say; it disappeared after I left camp.) If you walked down the road behind the junior cabins - Kiwanis and Rotary - headed toward the junior point, the Chapel was on your left, between the road and the pond maybe 200 feet behind Kiwanis. 

It was sometimes referred to as the Paul Favor Chapel - after the long-time General Secretary of the NB YMCA, seen in one of the pictures with Ken Bennett and Paul Spurrier from a 1944 (?) Standard-Times article. I'm guessing that some fair-sized pine trees are now growing in that spot by now.

Pete... Now that you located it for me I do have memories of something in that area. In all honesty when we could sneak down to junior point we usually headed straight to the point.  There was a girls camp on the other side of the lake. Maybe they were swimming or canoeing.

See comments at the top of the page under the trifold pamphlet for detail description of these photos.

See comments at the top of the page under the trifold pamphlet for detail description of these photos.

See comments at the top of the page under the trifold pamphlet for detail description of these photos.

See comments at the top of the page under the trifold pamphlet for detail description of these photos.

See comments at the top of the page under the trifold pamphlet for detail description of these photos.

See comments at the top of the page under the trifold pamphlet for detail description of these photos.

A little teaser of the great materials I recently received from Pete Mandell. WAIT! lots more to come.

Click on each photo & the comments below the pictures for a larger version of the photo & comments.

Alvin Tripp

Alvin Tripp who was actually the model for the bugler in the center of one of the Camp Clark logos.

Another bit of Camp Clark trivia from Pete Mandell. 

I don't know the "kid" in this picture but that sure looks like a largemouth bass.