- The first time I heard the term "Bug Juice" , but we sure drank a lot of it tho'
Perfect! I remember that too--wasn't bug juice a grape juice derivative?
- Saturday was "cleanup", moving everything out of the cabins, and the pine tar for the floors.
Also perfect--I still remember the pine tar odor. Much anticipation of parents coming with canteen money on Sunday. Mine showed up about midsummer with a new spinning reel and a request for more letters. I still have a letter from my father that he sent to me at Camp Columbus in 1960--his wonderful sense of humor (when he allowed it to be) came through as he described the fictional bird he saw at his warehouse (pearl-necklaced hawk-owl).
- Daily inspections, wondering which counselor you would get, and how many demerits would ruin your chance to get the awards given out at the Friday night campfire.
Yes, twice daily. Dust bunnies sometimes appeared mysteriously sometime in between the cleanup and the inspection, always diminishing your total score. I had a brown pigment spot on my right palm (still do) that one counselor always called "dirt" (despite my protestations and Mrs. Callahan's medical evaluation) and it always killed our Friday night award chances. Camp Columbus was also where I first learned that life isn't inherently fair.
Clearly we have some complementary memories, and it's great that this thread has brought to light some other Camp Columbus people. Maybe Patty Callahan's next reunion at Bamber will have more CC veterans in attendance.
Sean
(back after several months)
Some memories of Camp Columbus:
- The first time I heard the term "Bug Juice" , but we sure drank a lot of it tho'
- Certainly the boxing matches! I got into one and barely lasted the 1st round
- Sunday dinners were always the best - Fried chicken & Peach Cobbler! Of course!!! - it was visiting day for our families!!
- Saturday was "cleanup", moving everything out of the cabins, and the pine tar for the floors.
- Daily inspections, wondering which counselor you would get, and how many demerits would ruin your chance to get the awards given out at the Friday night campfire.
- "Polar Bear" days when it was so hot that thyey would cancel afternoon activities and spend the entire time in the water.
- Your counselor telling you that they were "saving" money for school in the fall, showing you their worn out shoes -- all in hope that you would tell your parents to give him a good tip at the end of the week.
- The tether ball matches
- I remember a fellow from Freehold named Ed Collins, his dad was in insurance, who was the top softball player in my time and was able to hit the ball on the roof of the Rec Hall! Remember home plate was abck by the front of the mess hall.
I'm sure that I'll have no problem cming up with more!!