Day Two of the Camp McDowell Summer Staff reunion started out hot, though in the end, the reunion-closer ultimate frisbee game had some serious rain.
People rose slowly, trickled out of their cabins at the Miller Commons, to sniff out the coffee brewing in various kitchens. Jay Pfaffman and the Gamble girls went for a run; several people had to pick up the get and get on, leaving before most were even awake; and number of people had come to Camp McDowell but left later in the evening on Saturday.
At 10am, we made our way down to Stough Lodge for breakfast. A number of people who had not shown up on Saturday, were sitting in Stough Lodge - a welcome treat! We sang, then feasted.
We had thought that Chapel would be in Pradat Hall at the Miller Commons area; however, Mark announced that we would have Eucharist at the chapel at the lower camp, much to everyone's joy.
People trickled down, as our collective kids played on the girl's side playground.
Mark Johnson presided over our service, while Jay Pfaffman and Donna Eich Brooks led the music. We sang, prayed, and rejoiced. Mark reminded us that the Church and Camp McDowell need our help and service; and we ended singing old camp standards.
For all people in their daily life and work;
For our families, friends, and neighbors, and for those who are alone.
For this community, the nation, and the world;
For all who work for justice, freedom, and peace.
For the just and proper use of your creation;
For the victims of hunger, fear, injustice, and oppression.
For all who are in danger, sorrow, or any kind of trouble;
For those who minister to the sick, the friendless, and the needy.
For the peace and unity of the Church of God;
For all who proclaim the Gospel, and all who seek the Truth.
After the service, we gathered on the hill outside the chapel for a group picture. If you recall, in the late 1970s and early 1980s camp pictures were taken outside the chapel, and only later moved the hill outside the Kremlin.
I had to leave after the picture was taken, but I understand a number of folks stayed to share, celebrate, and play a game of ultimate frisbee.
All and all, the weekend was one of magic and memories, of returning to the source, and reveling in the glory of old friends and family.
I think maybe Patsy Pyle and Susanna Hayes Whitsett said it best:
"It's rare, but sometimes you can go back."
People rose slowly, trickled out of their cabins at the Miller Commons, to sniff out the coffee brewing in various kitchens. Jay Pfaffman and the Gamble girls went for a run; several people had to pick up the get and get on, leaving before most were even awake; and number of people had come to Camp McDowell but left later in the evening on Saturday.
At 10am, we made our way down to Stough Lodge for breakfast. A number of people who had not shown up on Saturday, were sitting in Stough Lodge - a welcome treat! We sang, then feasted.
We had thought that Chapel would be in Pradat Hall at the Miller Commons area; however, Mark announced that we would have Eucharist at the chapel at the lower camp, much to everyone's joy.
People trickled down, as our collective kids played on the girl's side playground.
Mark Johnson presided over our service, while Jay Pfaffman and Donna Eich Brooks led the music. We sang, prayed, and rejoiced. Mark reminded us that the Church and Camp McDowell need our help and service; and we ended singing old camp standards.
For all people in their daily life and work;
For our families, friends, and neighbors, and for those who are alone.
For this community, the nation, and the world;
For all who work for justice, freedom, and peace.
For the just and proper use of your creation;
For the victims of hunger, fear, injustice, and oppression.
For all who are in danger, sorrow, or any kind of trouble;
For those who minister to the sick, the friendless, and the needy.
For the peace and unity of the Church of God;
For all who proclaim the Gospel, and all who seek the Truth.
After the service, we gathered on the hill outside the chapel for a group picture. If you recall, in the late 1970s and early 1980s camp pictures were taken outside the chapel, and only later moved the hill outside the Kremlin.
I had to leave after the picture was taken, but I understand a number of folks stayed to share, celebrate, and play a game of ultimate frisbee.
All and all, the weekend was one of magic and memories, of returning to the source, and reveling in the glory of old friends and family.
I think maybe Patsy Pyle and Susanna Hayes Whitsett said it best:
"It's rare, but sometimes you can go back."
Much thks for Lynn Cook for a good deal of the pictures! She sent like 50. I'll include them in the online slideshow I'm putting together.
=)