It's been a while since the last post, and almost a month since we came back from camp. The boyos being busy with their lives, we took the opportunity to do something different. Started by
changing cabins for the first time in umpteen years, down from a 3-bedroom to a 2-bedroom. Switched with another family that needed more space and ended up in the perfect -- for us -- Ponderosa B. No more cardiac hill for Mom, which she greatly appreciated, and the space worked out great. That's our cabin (top floor, right) withMom and our other change this year --- her old Navy Waves bunkroom mate from 1943-1944, Lettie Spies from Orlando, Fla. Having the two of them together for a couple of weeks was a gas. Found
out many things about Mom in her pre-me days, including how a friend "arranged" for her to meet that good-looking Marine -- Dad. The girls had a good time inhabiting the crafts porch, taking walks, relaxing under the pines and stuffing themselves at breakfast, lunch, and dinner. We had a blast listening to them. Lettie celebrated her 82nd during our stay, so we arranged for a cake and had them arrange the numbers to read 28. She got the usual camp treatment of the bump-and-grind happy birthday song by the staffers. We had terriffic weather throughout, and the lake was way warmer than
it has been any summer for the last 23 years. No wet suits needed! The cell phone on Loni's waist was mercifully useless the whole time at Camp. It's only there in this pic because it was departure day and we were headed down the hill to the ratrace. Actually, to SF to see the boyos.
changing cabins for the first time in umpteen years, down from a 3-bedroom to a 2-bedroom. Switched with another family that needed more space and ended up in the perfect -- for us -- Ponderosa B. No more cardiac hill for Mom, which she greatly appreciated, and the space worked out great. That's our cabin (top floor, right) withMom and our other change this year --- her old Navy Waves bunkroom mate from 1943-1944, Lettie Spies from Orlando, Fla. Having the two of them together for a couple of weeks was a gas. Found
out many things about Mom in her pre-me days, including how a friend "arranged" for her to meet that good-looking Marine -- Dad. The girls had a good time inhabiting the crafts porch, taking walks, relaxing under the pines and stuffing themselves at breakfast, lunch, and dinner. We had a blast listening to them. Lettie celebrated her 82nd during our stay, so we arranged for a cake and had them arrange the numbers to read 28. She got the usual camp treatment of the bump-and-grind happy birthday song by the staffers. We had terriffic weather throughout, and the lake was way warmer than 
it has been any summer for the last 23 years. No wet suits needed! The cell phone on Loni's waist was mercifully useless the whole time at Camp. It's only there in this pic because it was departure day and we were headed down the hill to the ratrace. Actually, to SF to see the boyos.
