Like Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego

  We are switching campgrounds tonight, although that was not my plan until after lunch today. We're going to Bible Club Camp today. See link below for more of that story if you want.

As you may have figured out, some of the sorting we are doing wasn't high on our priority lists, but the the flood in the basement changed all that. Every single thing had to be moved, and now it has to be put back somewhere or disposed of.

Now I need to back up a lot of years and tell you another story. This was somewhere around 1972 or 1973. One of the teenage boys who lived with us off and on was helping me do some things. I had sorted some stuff (does the sorting ever end?) and had made two piles, one to keep and one to burn. I told Dan to take the discard pile out and burn it. He asked me which pile (they were in another room- the basement, actually), and I said, "You'll be able to tell." Well, that was my mistake, and I've had to blame myself ever since.

To his credit, at one point Dan realized he had the wrong pile and he brought the rest of the items back in the house. But a number of letters and some other things were gone forever. One of the things that was gone was the workbooks from all my years at Bible Club Camp.

These had no intrinsic value except perhaps as curiousities of the era. But they had a lot of sentimental value to me. And they had gone into the burn barrel.

Of course, you've now figured out what happened today. I found the whole set of workbooks. They must have been tucked into these shelves for decades. They were even moved from our old house to this one without being noticed. My innards surely did a leap when I saw what these were.

The books always had the theme song for the year, with the music, in the center. I've looked through the books, and I can still sing several of the songs.

Each book also had pages for the daily Bible lessons, words to other songs we sang, an autograph page, and other things to memorize. The center spread was a sticker page. Each year, you got a sticker each day for completing the Bible lesson and one for learning the daily verse. Then there was a sticker for "things you should know" (like the Apostles Creed or the pledge to the Christian flag), one for completing a camp craft during the week, and one for participating in recreation. That was required, so I suppose everyone got that. If you got all the others, you got the Honor sticker. You know me, I got all the stickers every year. I still like stickers and patches.

I'm sure the actual situation is that these books didn't get burned all those years ago, and somehow I wasn't aware of that. But it sure feels as if they had walked through the fire with those men of faith and Biblical fame.

In other news: I suddenly got the itch to start getting serious about the plot for Vacation from Dead Mule Swamp. This one will take more research than the others if I can pull off the idea I have in mind. At any rate, I wrote a tentative opening and started rereading the book that gave me the general idea. I also did laundry and puttered a little bit.

See Memories from Bible Club Camp

Memories from Bible Club Camp

 
I have three posts on this topic. I expect I'll do them all this week- right in a row unless something special turns up. Today will be intro, and then I have two stories to tell.

What brought on this rash of nostalgia is a story I've wanted to tell for quite a while, but I had begun to doubt the "wow factor" myself. However, last night I went hunting online for pictures of the campground and struck pay dirt. Not only is it still operating, they had current and historical pictures. I can verify the "wow," but will save that story for last.

With a few from my own scrapbook, I take you back in time to LeTourneau Christian Camp on Canandaigua Lake (New York). The Camp was founded in 1933 as Tabernacle on the Lake. In 1938, R.G. LeTourneau provided funds and the current Tabernacle building was built. Here's a picture from the 1940's from their web site. The Tabernacle is on the left and the camp store is the smaller building behind the cars. You can see the lake in the background.

I first went to overnight camps in 1958, the summer I was 10. It was also the first year I owned a camera, a Brownie Holiday. If I can draw conclusions based on my childhood photo albums, the first roll of film I ever shot was at Bible Club Camp. Here's one of the pictures from that roll.

I have no idea who the two girls to the left are, but the one on the right is my friend, Clara. She had blazing red hair, and we went to the same church (Sadly, she died a number of years ago.) You can see the Tabernacle building down the hill behind us.

We kids never understood this kind of thing, but the campground was run (as most of them are) by one organization, and rented for use by different groups for specified periods of time, in this case "Bible Club," for one week. I have no idea what the official name of that organization was. Thus, Bible Club Camp was held at LeTourneau Christian Camp.

I attended for four years. Here are some of the teachers from 1959.

I have their names... sort of. My album says "Uncle Gordie, Miss Vincent, Miss Jordan, Uncle Eddie and Uncle George." I think Uncle Gordie was the director. Miss Jordan was the Bible teacher. They came every year. Miss Vincent was special to me. She was a missionary to Tanganyika, and concentrated most on the importance of giving our lives completely to God rather than just telling stories from Africa. I really respected her, and wrote her letters for several years. She actually answered them!

Unfortunately, the letters were burned up by mistake about 30 years ago. However, I still think it's remarkable that she took time to write real letters to a kid from summer camp. I'm sure these people spent their entire summers traveling from campground to campground, dealing with over a hundred kids every single week.

Behind these people on the right, you can see a row of cabins going up the hill. These were the girls' cabins. Camping was few frills! In each cabin there were four metal bunk beds, and maybe two dressers. No drywall, no plumbing, bare light bulbs. One lower bunk was reserved for the counselor. The bathroom buildings were across the road. The boys' cabins were across two roads in a similar line. The girls' cabins were closer to the Tabernacle and the boys' closer to the Dining Hall. Is there a message there?

Moving along to 1960, the campground was trying to add horseback riding as an option. However, they didn't feel the horses were trained enough to allow campers to ride. One boy and I gravitated to the stable. I had taken riding lessons over the winter. I can't remember what his qualifications were, but his name was John. Anyway, we were allowed to ride two of the horses over all the trails each afternoon to acclimate them to the routes. Afternoons were for scheduled recreation, but we could choose among several options, and John and I were apparently exempted from at least one of those events. I suspect I gave up team sports and kept my swimming slot. Yes, that's me on a horse named Barney.

Mornings included a "quiet time" for devotions, two Bible classes, and then crafts right before lunch. We had to rest after lunch. Then there were two sports slots, and then I think we had an hour of genuine free time before supper. In the evenings there were meetings in the Tabernacle with music, special stuff and speakers. More on that tomorrow.

Lots of bare facts here today. But these four weeks of my life had a hugely disproportionate influence on me. They grounded me in my faith- there were classes with more depth than Sunday School at home. (I think we even got to choose what classes to attend the final two years I was there.) I learned dozens of songs that still comfort and inspire me. I was challenged to push my own limits, rather than to be content with academic success. Although I didn't learn how to be a friend until college, it was at Bible Club Camp that someone (Miss Jordan) actually took time to tell me, with kindness, that the reason I didn't have hardly any friends was because I wasn't friendly myself.

And, I can still sing the hymn "Jesus Saves" in Swahili!

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