I have no pictures for this. I never brought a camera back in 1963. Our neighbor Reba Mitchell took us to the Camp when we were kids. My brother and I played with her kids Holly and Mark and we all went to the Camp. We did this several years in a row. We all lived in Fairview, Or on Bridge St. Rebas family went the Peach Brethern Baptist Church in Portland. We went to the Smith Memorial Church in Fairview, Or.
Each year was a camp project the kids helped with. The first year we helped put the wood used in a pile to make the bridge that took us to the path up the mountain for Vespers. The second year we each hauled a brick up the mountain to have a drinking fountain piped to the top of the hill for Vespers. It seemed such a long way, but it prolly wasn't.
I remember having to wash the trays after meals. Alot of the campers did not wash very well. The managers came to annouce that we had to wash trays better. I knew we would get in trouble for the trays. I kept telling the girl next to me to change the water and start fresh and she wouldn't do it. I remember the open air washing area. I don't remember windows where we were doing the trays.
The bathrooms had exposed plumbing on the other side of the shower walls.
I shared a cabin with several girls and we got to know each other well. I still remember their names and we wrote to each other for years. The beds were springs as I recall. The boys had a dorm of sorts. I remember them throwing some shorts out the windows at night.
We had to keep things tidy and some of the kids had trouble with that.
We were at the camp fire too. Roasted marsmallows and made somemores. Told ghost stories after we had fellowship time. There was lots of times to go for walks and play ping pong.
This is a great camp and I am glad my mom allowed us to go, I remember registration was 25.00. I have no idea how they afforded it as we were hand to mouth then. But I loved to go.
I had a boy friend there too. Mike Robinson. We never got to gether after that last year. He came from a troubled back ground and smoked so I knew it wouldn't go further. My folks wouldn't have allowed it.
Fast foward to prolly mid 70's...first hubby and I went to look up the camp ground. We found it and walked around. I haven't been back since. So while on line tonight I googled the camp and heres the web site.
I guess I need to go back and look. My present Hubby and I have been given a Prophetic Word that we would manage a camp ground in our life together. Nothing has surfaced so far, but I always thought it would be a hoot if it were Camp Myrtlewood. Its a Brethern Church Camp and we are Pentecostal, so I don't know if that would happen.
Thanks to Martin Gauby (sp), if hes still alive for his time and patience in making our stay there really nice. He was great with us. I remember him well. Bless him Lord.
Thats my Camp Myrtlewood!
