Camp Counselors in Maine - 1976 ![]() A storm delayed our lakeside picnic, but we got the water boiling again for 90 dollars worth of lobster. That was a lot of money in '76, but there were about 20 of us. We hardly knew each other. We had just completed a few days of orientation at Camp Waziyatah and we were celebrating before the campers were to arrive the next day. I wasn't sure yet whether I liked these fellow college students from all over the country. I knew I should try not to be so critical. After all, I would be spending my summer with them. I wasn't sure I was going to like lobster, either. I'd never eaten any and suddenly someone who thought I needed a proper initiation slapped a steaming, butter drenched hunk into my mouth. Soon after the somewhat barbaric feast, I remember the sun starting to set over the misty lake and the giddy, happily bonded group headed off to skinny dip. I seemed to be the only introvert who stayed back and sat on a rock, where I remember being approached by two curious children who came from nowhere. They questioned me, with their sweet Maine accents. "What kinda pah-ti is goin' on here?"
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Mom's Picnic List
In honor of my mother on the first Mother's Day since she has passed, I dedicate a new list... Mom's Picnic List!
Mom loved picnics and she raised her kids to appreciate the simple pleasures of food, family and friends in the great out of doors. My Plan I will spend a year reflecting on as many past picnics as I can remember. But, I'll also appreciate the here and now by creating new picnic experiences. My goal is to share at least 60 picnic memories, since that's how many years Mom was a mom! Let the picnics begin! Archives
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