I must start this with a disclaimer. I'm now 68 and attended this camp as a child age 10 through 16. Back then the only session was one 8-week period from late June through mid-August. Being born in July, I had 8 birthdays with fellow campers. The idea of being a family camp has evolved since I was there. We met in Bloomington to board a bus after hugs and kisses to the family. Some campers were apprehensive about their first separation from family. But most of us were excited. Parents were tearful or rejoicing at the peaceful summer ahead! The belongings on our required list were sent ahead in one foot locker two weeks earlier. I remember Mom cutting name tags and sewing them into all of my clothes, sleeping bag, and every piece of linen then marking anything else with a black sharpie. Laundry would never have been possible otherwise. When we arrived, everything was unpacked and put on a labeled shelf or in the foot locker. Valuables were left at home so any loss was minor, especially since we all worked off the same list. If counselors found at risk items, they labeled and locked them in the office, notifying the parents by mail. All was returned when we boarded the bus to leave.
My first vivid memory is the extremely cold lake in late June. We would bob up and down until we were acclimated to the water temperature. Then magic came in mid-July that seemed to heat the lake quickly. By August it was like bath water, except for the deeper areas which stayed cool year-round. Our counselor told us there were 90 ft deep parts and thus it was important to stay within the roped off swim area. We were subjected to sob stories of how they arrived 2 weeks early and clean out all of the winter overgrowth in the shallow areas with complaints of colder water. (they were all health & PE majors at IU) I had several years of past swimming lessons, and was quite the fish, but had never learned to dive. It took most my first year before one the big male counselors stood by me to coax me in. He said just fall in with my hands over my head as I leaned over the dock edge. After 3 failed attempts of entering the water feet first each time, this guy just grabbed my feet as I was slipping off the dock and down I went head first. That's all it took to get me started. By the next year I was diving off the float's high dive!
There were so many things we did each year. Some repeats and many new. I remember one very young camper that was mesmerized by seeing a live calving at the farm just a short walk down the shore from us. We were shown how to make cheese and even got samples. That was a big hit every year. The farm owners were fabulous and really loved having us all running around their place all afternoon. We played soccer, kick ball, red rover, tennis, had field competitions, made lanyards and sooo many other arts and crafts on inclement days when we all whined about no afternoon swim session. Evenings were filled with things like charades where campers dressed up like a familiar song and counselors would try to guess it. I did "Take a Letter Maria" by wearing a very long T-shirt, belting it like a dress, putting a Maria name tag on and entering with a pad and pen. I mocked opening a door to my boss, sat in a chair, crossed my legs and posed in the ready position to take short hand on a steno pad. We had campfire cook outs, & tons of singing after eating. We learned how to make a fire...no matches, before cooking. And the importance of making sure the fire was completely out...without water.
All above was done on camp property. Two weekends of each 8-week session we loaded up the bus and truck with two days' worth of food, tents, sleeping gear and cloths then went up to Lake Michigan. That was superb because there were waves! And you couldn't see any land across the lake. It was the largest body of water I had ever seen. Of course, we practiced what we had learned from the cook outs. We also had day trips to Sheboygan for shopping. And I don't know how long the walk was from camp into Elkhart by skirting the lake's shore, but again we went shopping. (Which, by the way, consisted mostly consisted of candy and trinkets.) A letter home was admission to Sunday dinner. Every day started with revelry calling us to say the Pledge of Allegiance around the Red, White & Blue. Some parents came to the hotel at various times during our session. Near the end, on two different years I even stayed an extra week with my folks. So much more, but I'm running out of space. One memory I did not have was any camper leaving with severe injuries or illness. That's because we had a great camp nurse. (& I graduated nursing school 8 years later) By now you can tell that Brosius was definitely the biggest high light of my childhood. And I do apologize that all my pictures were lost in a flood while in college. So sorry I could not post any of the fabulous pics I took. read more