I can’t believe the 2012 camp season is over and I am back at home.
Summer is winding up and autumn is around the corner. The days are decidedly less full of activity as they were at camp but I’m enjoying having more time with my husband Matt and my little Green Teamer, Mason.
Soon I’ll write a post about the highlights of this summer and all the wonderful aspects of camp and our awesome staff. But I need a little time for reflection first so that I can fully explore my thoughts.
In the meantime, there was one event this summer that was so unique (and which has so much lasting evidence) that I’ve decided to turn it into an occasional series on the blog. It was a 2nd term Vespers evening activity run by the “10-years” ( those of us who have been here ten years or longer).
The theme was to write a letter to yourself — the you from your first summer at camp — and give some advice. All of the letters that resulted from this activity are so delightful that I’d like to share one from time to time, starting now.
Of course, even though the object was to send a letter from the future to the past, our 10-years often have minds of their own. In Cate’s case, she wrote a letter from the past to the present AND a letter from the present to the past. Both are a hoot. So here goes:
10 year letter to myself
Dear Cate with a “K” circa year 2000,
Wow, look at you sitting on your bed in tent 13 S-Camp. Hair pulled back, navy shorts, University of AZ shirt…and really uncomfortable puffy socks and Nike tennis shoes. Turns out Mom was wrong in thinking West Virginia was cold in the summers.
Where’s your trunk? Oh…that’s right. It didn’t show up until day 10 of first term. Thank goodness your tent mates were kind enough to share half their clothes with you.
Remember when you went to the showers holding all your shower stuff in your arms…shampoo, conditioner, loofah, bodywash and razor? That wasn’t a good plan because coming back from the showers your towel started slipping out of your Hulk-like grip and the inevitable happened: The towel flew open and your little white tooshy streaked all the way across the tennis courts till you were safely back in your tent. It wasn’t funny then — you were very embarrassed…but look how far you’ve come!
Who knew that 13 years later you’d be working at camp year round — your dream job. I couldn’t be more proud of who you continue to become…from camper to JC to Unit Head to Upstart Mom to JC Mom to Administrative Assistant — your time here is still growing.
Advice to 13 year old Cate with a “K”
- The river is not a scary place…get in it! I promise you’ll return alive.
- The old Johns are kind of awesome…choose a stall early and claim it as yours FOREVER!
- Loosen up…feel free to be goofy…people are still going to ♥ you.
- Pay more attention to those younger than you…because they look up to you.
- Pack a shower bucket next year!
- The best years are yet to come.
Each year my roots here deepen. From initiating all my Burlingame cousins (who aren’t here and miss them a lot) as JC’s to claiming this place my safe place and vowing to give back to it as well as gain from it forever — I am actually thankful for my time and friendships made here at ‘Ghany.
Love you you curly-haired goofball,
XO Cate w/ a C (you’ll understand later)
As you can see these letters are so much fun. Watch for more in the coming months and keep tuning in to the blog. Just because we can’t be on the banks of the Greenbrier, doesn’t mean we forget camp. The blog lives on!
–Elizabeth Dawson Shreckhise, Assistant Director, Camp Alleghany for Girls