Hi all. My name is Chris Holt. I was a camper at Camp Columbus from 1967 through 1974. The name Summers End (my screen name for this site) was bestowed upon me during the Indian awards ceremony for being camper of the week. It was the last week of the season in August of 1973. I still have the Indian headdress patch that I was awarded. And as fate would have it, I eventually became an Indian brave for the camper of the week induction ceremony during the time that I worked there. All of the Indians in the ceremony but the chief had to wear what amounted to loin cloths and feathered headbands. One wrong move and the family jewels were on display for all to see. Prior to the ceremony we would go to the art shop and paint our bodies and faces with paint. When signaled, two of us would then run screaming like Indians to the council ring and leap over those parents, campers and locals seated for the ceremony. I would then leap over the campfire and scoop up a handful of sand then recite "Winds of the North, winds of the South, winds of the East, winds of the West, guide me to my destination" while throwing sand in the appropriate direction to correlate with my mantra. We would then scour the council ring looking for the preselected new inductees. Once we found them we would drag them to the chief so they could have their Indian names bestowed upon them. It was also a running gag to try and make the chief somehow lose his composure. Usually when the chief would ask what merits have these two inductees demonstrated to be worthy of the honor they are about to receive. I would whisper something in his ear to try and make him laugh, I can't remember which Mercantini brother was the chief that year but after failing all season to make him crack up I came up with a plan. I had taken an empty shampoo bottle and filled it with water and stuffed it under my loin cloth. I had it positioned in such a way that I could leave the flip-top open and not have the water leak out until I squeezed my legs together. I could then direct the stream of water to the chiefs leg while I told him that I was having a wet dream about his sister at this very moment. My planning paid off and the chief was left with a wet leg and was laughing hysterically.
I worked there in 1975, which was definitely the last year that the camp was open. I worked in the office and ran the canteen that summer. That wonderful clear cream soda was Kern's also known as E.L. Kern's from Trenton, NJ. There was a picture of an elk head on the bottle which was based on the founders initials. They also had a red cream soda. I was fortunate enough to bunk next to the main office, the room to the left of it, along with the water safety instructor. I think his name was David Pfeifer. He didn't stay for the entire summer so I had the room pretty much to myself. I also had electricity and plumbing. John Sherry was the director and Mr. Bigley was the assistant director. Mr Bigley's wife was the camp nurse. Camp enrollment had dropped drastically the last few years of it being open because of the dam issue. Once Red Bridge and the dam were wiped out, it spelled the end of paradise for Camp Columbus. The Cub village was closed the last year so the Senior village was divided to accommodate them. The only cabin open in the Cub village was cabin 18. Me and my friend Danny Ratyniak had opened it up as a nature cabin. We moved all the cages from the Rec (Recreation) Hall over to it. Danny was another long time camper who was a worker the last two years that the camp was open. We would fill the cages with banded water snakes, hognose snakes, pine snakes, green tree snakes and the occasional king snake. We learned quickly that the king snakes had to be kept separate from the others after witnessing the voracious appetite they possessed for water snakes. That's why they're called king snakes I guess. We also had an assortment of turtles, (box, painted, spotted), fence lizards, frogs and toads. The only rattle snake I ever saw as a camper was a dead one that was thrown out of a moving van window by some locals on Good Luck Road just before the van crashed and rolled over. There was always a little tension in the air between some of the locals and the camp.
Hail-oh Hail-oh Camp Columbus
in the Jersey pines
Boys will wander here forever
Hail Columbus hail
As we go along life's journeys we will think of you
and the fun we had at Bamber and the friendships true
Softly falls the light of day
as our campfire fades away
Silently each boy should ask
have I done my daily task
Have I kept my honor bright
can I guiltless rest tonight
Have I done and have I dared
everything to be prepared
To the best of my recollection that's the way the song went. I also believe that it was to the tune of "O Christmas tree"
It was so wonderful to find this site. Camp Columbus was a major influence in my life as a artist, naturalist and educator and my brother Bill's as well. He was also a camper and worked as a counselor in 1973, cabin 13. The lake was full in 1973. The dam was destroyed after August of '73 and before June of '74.
1974 was the first year of the pools. They were erected next to the basketball courts in the Cub Village. More to come....Plus pictures!
I don't know how well the picture I've attached will look but the 3rd kid from the right bottom row has a pine snake around his neck that my brother caught. The kids name was Joey Lackiwicz (?). I'm the short kid in a football jersey 9th from the left on the back row standing. My brother is 1st on the right back row (jean jacket) next to the big afro. What memories!