Indian
We Remember
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Joanne Spitz
Riding
in the back of the pick up truck to the away games (
volleyball)
Going
down the street for horse back riding
Finding
out that Liebestrum was not a song about
Copper enamiling jewelry for my
mother ( still have a pin)
Gymp - I just moved and found a hanger my brother " gymped" around
He was
also at ILC - started before me and was a waiter when I was there)
Remembering
the older boys had to sleep in tents but we were in the "Roost"
Being
forced to dance in " THE RED BALLON"
The
George M Cohan tribute on the 4th of July
Being in
the chorus of South Pacific
Fighting
with my counselors and getting "docked"
Most fun
- Riflery ( I am very anti
gun now) , the over night canoe trips and water skiing
Visiting
camp friends in NJ and thinking it was very far away! ( I'm
from Philly)
I think
we were NOT on Daylight savings time - does
anyone remember ?
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Sally Kagen
Remember the Roost.
Kissing goodnight at the Bridge
bunk.
The “In Couple”, Roy Yaffe and Leslie Pearl.
Smoking on the dining hall porch after meals.
Top girl crushes; Hank Donner and Kurt Pontz.
Writing letters to yourself to be opened the following year.
Betsy Kagen winning the Canoe Paddle in 1961 (she still has it).
Ironing each other’s hair and borrowing clothes before Canteen Night.
Going on bunk raids and putting someone’s underwear up the flagpole
which Marv had to take down.
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Lynne Cohen
Audrey Lehrman
blowing on her bugle on her way to the Shower House to warm it up.
Flag raising and lowering.
The Lonesome Pine tree.
Lois getting covered with poison ivy
and having to go home after she and another
counselor blazed a trail to the LP.
Nature walks in our boots up the
little stream that fed the lake.
Stealing chocolate milk under the
mess hall at night.
The Milk Line and Bug Juice lines.
Arts and Crafts under the Coop.
Paper Bag dramatics.
Sunday camp fires & s’mores.
Color War.
Winning Volley Ball games with Bib.
Scavenger Hunts.
Seeing the kitchen help peeling
scads of potatoes while taking the lower path
to the athletic field.
Bees on the tennis courts.
Huge dragonflies that bombarded us.
All those camp songs we knew inside
and out and backwards…don’t know them now!
Sharon Wexler as Annie in “Annie Get
Your Gun”.
Daddylongleg spiders in your bed.
Bats in the bunk---Bib captured one
in Bunk 8, with a tennis racquet & tennis ball can!
Dead mice in Bunk 7’s shower
drain…we couldn’t figure out what that smell was! Walt Hazzard
did!
Matt Jasner’s
black nose clips.
Diving to the bottom of the lake for
an “Advanced Swim Test” to bring up a handful of gunk
to prove you got to the bottom.
The wonderful food (except liver
nights)..the chocolate pudding that has yet to be
replicated
along with the French toast.
Burying letters to one self under
“The Lonesome Pine”.
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Janie Jasner
Picnic lunch on the Barn lawn on
Fri—toss the orange.
Candles and Queen Anne’s lace
flowers on the boats the last night of camp.
The fair
My Uncle Matt’s flashlight length
wise between couples at the dances.
Passing The
Little
Grahams and milk under the mess hall
in the rain and all the raincoats hung up.
Meeting the boys in the middle of
the night at the rifle range and chewing gum
on the way so our breath would smell nice.
Meeting a counselor (WHO??)
returning from the rifle range!!
Dance recitals on parents’ day.
Saltwater Taffies and Paddles sent
by parents from
The “WISHPLATES”.
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Karen Goldstein Bell
Camp Songs: Big Chief Love Little
Indian Lake Camper, Love her him much do
Big Chief Die for you
Big Chief Go on Warpath if you no
love him too.
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Hope Boonshaft
Do you remember:
The Canteen; Our camp uniform called
“reggies” that we wore on Friday nights
And on parents visitor’s day; The last night of Color War… The Sing; Sneaking
out to Fernwood (not only hiking); Waterskiing outside of camp.
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Suzie Laskin
I remember sneaking out to Fernwood
in the afternoons-they had a soda fountain and
gift shop over there.
Going to “Joneses”, every wonder why
that name when the sign said “Hiram’s Rest”.
I was the winner of “The Paddle” in
1966, and I still display it proudly in my home.
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Karen Goldstein;
Big Chief Love Little
Big Chief Die for you.
Big Chief Go on Warpath if you no
love him too.
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From Sally Kagen;
TO ALL WHO SURVIVED the 1930's,
40's, 50's, 60's and 70's:
First, we survived mothers who
smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant. And continued
to do so when we were kids. (A friend born 1939 relates that her mother
was regularly reminded whenever changing her, "Don't drop ashes in the
diaper." SS)
Our pregnant mothers took aspirin,
ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can,
and didn't get tested for diabetes.
We were put to sleep on our tummies
in baby cribs covered with bright colored
lead-based paints and bars wide enough to put our heads through.
We had no childproof lids on
medicine bottles, or latches on cabinets. When
we rode our bikes, we had no helmets.
We were driven around in cars with
no car seats, booster seats, seat belts or
air bags... not to mention the risks we took hitchhiking.
Riding in the back of a pickup on a
warm day was always a special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose,
NOT from a bottle.
We shared one soft drink among four
friends and NO ONE actually died from this.
We ate Twinkies, white bread, real
butter and drank Kool-aid made with sugar,
but we weren't overweight because, WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING!
We would leave home in the morning
and play all day, as long as we were back
when the streetlights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day,
and that was okay.
We would spend hours building
go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot
the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the
problem.
We did not have Playstations,
X-boxes, no video games at all, no 150 channels on cable, no videos or DVD's,
no CD's, no cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet or chat rooms or Facebook....... WE HAD REAL FRIENDS and we went outside and
found them!
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke
bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.
We were given BB guns for our 10th
birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were
told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes
We rode bikes or walked to a
friend's house and knocked on the door, or just walked in. If it was lunchtime,
somebody's mother always fed us. And didn't worry we were allergic to peanut
butter.
Little League had tryouts and not
everyone made the team. Those who didn't
had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!
The idea of a parent bailing us out
if we misbehaved in school or broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided
with the principal and the police! And then we had to face THEM when we got
home.
Somehow, we survived.
The past 50 years have seen an explosion
of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and
responsibility and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL!
Our generations have produced some
of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever!
If YOU are one of them, CONGRATULATIONS!
You might want to share this with
others who have had the luck to grow up as kids before lawyers, corporations
and the government regulated so much of our lives for our own good.
Kind of makes you want to run
through the house with scissors, doesn't it?