We spent a lot of time this weekend talking about who wasn’t there and all the reasons for it. But I got home and less than 24 hours later found out why one of us wasn’t there. She had died. That’s two this year.
The first was Miss Karen. She passed away this spring. She was also Greenie to me. She was my Camp Director my second year at Singing Pines and then moved to being Camp Manager at Teresita Pines. She was the one who made the frantic phone call to beg me to come to camp. I had no intention of ever working at camp again when she called. I had had enough the year before when I was Asst Camp Director in hell.
But she promised I’d have a good summer and I did.
Camp Staff become families. They create their own languages every summer. Their own traditions that are unique to that bunch of crazy people and a camp full of women is way different than a camp with men in it.
If you spend a summer at a Girl’s camp as staff you become part of something that lasts a lifetime. It’s not like Lord of the Flies at all. Women are problem solvers and even people who don’t like each other much will find a way to get a long for the sake of the girls. I have rarely seen any “mean girls” type of behaviour and that was usually due to a break up of a couple and some taking sides.
Anyway, Miss Karen is gone now and now is Miss Susie P or Pronz as she was also known and the Girls Camp in heaven now has a manager and a wonderful counselor. Who was mighty fine swine. And yes, that is a campism.