What lovely memories. When I think back on good, good days, i was often sitting in a summer willow tree reading comic books. It the small joys and comforts which make a rich life.

This makes me wish I had went to camp.

Oh my goodness, did my early-60s camper days come back in force with this post.  You had better be writing a book someday, your writing is truly remarkable.

Here’s what this post conjured up for me:
Camp Ruth Weigand in northeastern Ohio, long ago sold
Musty cabin smell
Water ballet in the pool
Kumbaya while sending little candle-lit boats down the local creek
Soft soap rubbed on your legs to avoid the omnipresent poison ivy
Prune whip

Thank you for a wonderful start to the week :)

i think they had retired the buses by the time i was a camper.  i remember just regular old schoolbusses. 

but i can NOT smell a geranium without suddenly being back there at kramer, in our old cabin.  i really loved being a staff brat there!

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