Heavenly Gardens

Father Brian and I continued to work on the garden for the next hour. It really was like a session of therapy for us both. Topics were wide ranging. We discussed: escaped campers; various causes of deep vein thrombosis; disciplining teenagers; pulmonary emboli; is it possible to hear confession whilst gardening; various treatments for homesickness;…

Create happiness in the midst of crap

We put the kayaks and paddles back and headed to the beach. General swim time was fast approaching and the kids wanted to join in. As we crossed the main road I noticed the camp van had returned. It meant Father Brian must be back from his trip into Algonquin. They had made good time….

So much nature!

“Heard that word at camp, here, eh?” I asked Megan. “Yes but…I have also heard it on the bus too.” “The school bus?” I asked. “Yup. I mean, Mum, there is a reason it is called the cuss bus.” I sighed as I shook my head and considered how it was impossible to shield your…

Trespassing

I ripped off two 12 inch lengths of paper towel and laid it out on the counter. I labeled one “after dinner medications” and the other “bedtime medications”. I pulled out eight paper cups and with a marker labeled each cup with the campers name and the name of the medicine. Then, I carefully filled…

Monkey butts and cowboys

We sat back down at the Director’s table while Barb was completing the finishing touches on wiping down the surface. I left the kids safely in the hands of Anita and Sammy and went up to the health office. I had my regulars and two extras. One case of a sliver in the foot. It…

Old Smokey

We could hear the melody of “On Top of Old Smokey” start up as the Deer Hutters tried to stay in rhythm. The drips rolling off the paddles caught the sun and sparkled. The view was Norman Rockwell worthy. “…I lost my poor meatball when somebody sneezed…” I joined in. The kids looked at me…

Seeing the War Canoe off

The kids and I made quick work of our lunch, excused ourselves, hurried out the side door of the dining hall and headed down to the boat house. As we trekked down the path, the kids were excitedly discussing what they would pack for our trip to Little Indian Island for our adventure in camping…

Camping plans

We sat down to a lunch of summer sausage in a cheese sauce and a broccoli salad. “I think we should go see the Deer Hut kids campers take off for Little Indian Island.” I told my three kids. “Definitely!” Barb responded as she ladled out lunch to her two. “It’s quite a sight. You…

Saving lives

I giggled all the way up to lunch. I was the first to arrive for lunch and I tossed my back pack under my chair at the directors’ table. It wasn’t 30 seconds later that my three came bounding in and threw themselves into their seats at the table. They then captivated me with their…

Communing with nature

I assembled all the supplies in front of me on the table and began to follow Danny’s instructions. He was so patient. I thanked him and started to wrap the metal hoop with the rough binder twine and worked to ensure I was wrapping it tightly enough to cover the metal. Danny fell silent and…

Weaving my own web

The sailing class had long since finished and the windsurfers had paddled past chatting happily when my bottom started to hurt from sitting in the folding chair so long, so I decided to pack it up. I placed the folding chair back in the box. Where to now? I stood for a moment as I…

From peace to pandemonium

I heard stifled giggles from behind me. I turned in my seat to have a look. There were eight campers laying belly down on their windsurf boards, without the sails attached. They had used their hands to paddle themselves around to the fishing dock. ”Hi Nurse Anne!” Robert, the windsurf instructor, whispered. ”Well hello! No wind…