Letters from Camp.

Every summer in college I got my trunk out of the garage and packed it full of one piece swimsuits, ADPi t-shirts, Soffee shorts galore (long before the Nike shorts craze) and about 1,000 hair rubber bands and headed to Camp Greystone in Tuxedo, NC. (I even have a quote on the Greystone website.) I loved being at one of the most beautiful camp properties I have ever seen, living in the cabin with 10 12 year olds and all of their glitter nail polish, becoming friends with other counselors from all of the south, helping teach synchronized swimming, singing camp songs in the dining hall, and of course writing letters to all of my friends back at home and other camps. I would write about 5 letters a day during rest hour and it was mostly in hopes of receiving mail back. After lunch all of the counselors would head to the mail room to find about 100 Wrinkled Eggs (a.k.a. clutter), watermelons, letters galore for campers and of course our own letters. It was one of my favorite parts of the day because, there is nothing like a real handwritten letter.

This morning on USAToday.com one of the front page articles is a story questioning if summer camp can revive hand letter writing. I never thought about it, but it makes sense. Now, I will not get on my rant about technology and how teenagers don't know how to communicate in ways other than texting and Facebook, etc. But, I do think letter writing is wonderful and now seems like a past time. Hopefully summer camp can help revive it. (Check out the article here.)

I found these watercolors of Camp Greystone and it makes me miss evening program in the pavilion, Camp Life on Sunday nights, "the camp game", taps, Odds and Evens, the waterslide, singing karaoke in the Grey Cafe, ham and cheese bagels, and more.