Popovers were served at Sunday breakfast and you were allowed only two. Catholics ate later (after going to mass in town) and got all they could eat!
Uniforms were rented and we wore light blue all week, navy shorts/white shirt Saturday afternoon and all white on Sunday. Shorts had six buttons. Sailor style.
There were two four-week sessions, July and August. Most campers went for both months.
Camp news was sent via Chippy the Chipmunk in the dining hall after dinner on Saturday and awards were presented.
Each week we were allowed to order 25 cents worth of candy from the store in town. It was called "purchase". You wrote your name and order on a small paper bag. You could get 50 mint juleps for a quarter.
We also went to town once a week and could buy a drink and some candy.
Cappy was in charge of all horse related activities.
We rode up and over the hills of Vermont on dining benches lined up on the sides of a truck.
The pond turned blond hair green and was freezing cold.
Junior camp had swings on a bluff overlooking a fantastic view.
Each girl had a checkbook and was allowed $7.50 per month. They made us each buy one tennis ball for eighty cents. Craft and candle supplies were purchased by check.
Hot chocolate was served every morning, in giant metal pitchers.
Every morning cabins were cleaned and inspected and then hair, nails, and uniforms were inspected at flag-raising.
Senior campers were allowed to work as DA's, Dining Assistants. They sat at the head of the table and carried trays of food and dishes from and to the kitchen. Counselors sat at mid-table. The food was fantastic.
We played hand slapping games waiting for the doors to open before meals.
The bugle calls were made with a real bugle.
You could buy ice cream cones in the afternoon.
Watching old Teela-Wooket movies (really old, like from the '20's or 30's) was a favorite rainy day/night activity.
Vespers was held every Sunday night.
Cabins did not have running water. We had a pitcher, bowl, and slop bucket. Sometimes it hailed and we put our basins on our heads.
The toilets were in buildings called the HULA. It was smelly.
In NYC, campers boarded the train at Penn Station at night and slept on the train arriving in Roxbury the next morning. So fun!
You needed to get in the front of the line to get a good horse which was easy most of the time, but people snuck out of their cabins early after rest period and slithered down the hill. There was nothing worse than getting stuck with a bad horse.
The last night of camp in August ended in mass hysterical crying in the dining hall as we waited to go to the train station. No one wanted to leave friends or camp.