From Bette Minall, Charlotte, NC:
Several Readers Forum letters reminded me of my three summers at Camp Wapanacki. It was a great stroll down memory lane.
The summer that stays green in my mind was the year several fun-loving college girls crept down the cabin line arranging the water faucet so that the water sprayed through the open screen windows onto our beds. Cabin by cabin, we all took to the path in our nightclothes, screaming and giggling. The college girls stayed well ahead of us, giving us verbal signals as we ran barefoot up the path, banging into the rough log rails along the way.
We eventually slid and stumbled down stairs, through bushes and around trees. The screaming intensified, scaring Dr. Mitchell, the camp director. His wife came out to stem the flood of girls pouring through the camp. Dr. Mitchell was afraid the boys from the scout camp across the lake had invaded our girls' camp. He all but had a heart attack.
We loved the adventure of it all. I determined right then and there that I would attend the college from which these female counselors had come. Any school that turned out such fun people, who thought blind girls were savvy enough to track them in the dark, was my kind of place to study and learn. Keuka College gained a loyal student that great night.ate. I declared this practice is discrimination. I would like some feedback from Ziegler readers on this troubling and complicated matter.
The summer that stays green in my mind was the year several fun-loving college girls crept down the cabin line arranging the water faucet so that the water sprayed through the open screen windows onto our beds. Cabin by cabin, we all took to the path in our nightclothes, screaming and giggling. The college girls stayed well ahead of us, giving us verbal signals as we ran barefoot up the path, banging into the rough log rails along the way.
We eventually slid and stumbled down stairs, through bushes and around trees. The screaming intensified, scaring Dr. Mitchell, the camp director. His wife came out to stem the flood of girls pouring through the camp. Dr. Mitchell was afraid the boys from the scout camp across the lake had invaded our girls' camp. He all but had a heart attack.
We loved the adventure of it all. I determined right then and there that I would attend the college from which these female counselors had come. Any school that turned out such fun people, who thought blind girls were savvy enough to track them in the dark, was my kind of place to study and learn. Keuka College gained a loyal student that great night.ate. I declared this practice is discrimination. I would like some feedback from Ziegler readers on this troubling and complicated matter.
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