Wednesday, July 26, 2006

summer camp


Our granddaughter, Madison, is carrying on the family tradition of attending Camp Glisson this week. When Melissa first signed her up, we started asking around to see who all has been there.


In Madison's generation there are cousins Jesse and Justin...

Then the next generation back of campers are Melissa, Carrie, Jenny, Heidi, Andy...

Yet another generation is Granma Susan and Granpa Buddy, Gramma Bobbie, Aunt Sue, Aunt Kay...

Aunt Kay, WOW, has Camp Glisson really been there that long? So I had to search for a little history...

In 1925 Methodist youth leaders were looking for a retreat site and found four rustic cabins on Cane Creek for rent from the Dahlonega Chamber of Commerce. After raising money to buy the land around Cane Creek Falls for a permanent camp, Rev. Fred Glisson became the first camp manager in 1930.

Anyway, Madison left Sunday for a week at camp. She was very excited and a little nervous, but upon arriving at her cabin, and picking out a top bunk, she promptly told Melissa and Keith, "Okay, you can go now!"



This will be a week of making new friends, playing, swimming, crafts, creek walking, sleeping bags, hiking, sports, and lots of fun.

We all have great memories of Camp Glisson, and soon Madison will have also.

6 comments:

Motherkitty said...
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Motherkitty said...

I remember the summers my sister and I spent at Camp Potowatomi on the Tippecanoe River in northern Indiana (girl scout camp). What fun we had.

Yes, I also remember the mosquitos, the swamps, the leeches, the funky food, the campfires and ghost stories, the canoe trips, the swimming, and the homesickness after a few days. Most of all I remember the sulphur water that made you gag when you brushed your teeth. I wouldn't trade a minute of these memories for a stay at the Marriott. My sister and I still talk about the great times we had going to camp together.

Abandoned in Pasadena said...

Wow...this is a family tradition and such a beautiful place. I really love that swimming hole with the cascading water falls.

I never had the opportunity to attend a camp, but it always sounded like so much fun. We were too poor and had too many kids.

jellyhead said...

I bet Madison has an absolute ball!

Oh, Susan, those nocturnal noises you enquired about are the sound of Fatty snoring. It's a wonder I ever get a wink of sleep!

Motherkitty said...

Susan, did you go to summer camp?

Elizabeth said...

My husband works at Camp Glisson and my kids are campers as well. It is an amazing place. There's a reason they call it Holy Dirt. I am looking forward many years from now when my grandkids and great grandkids get to make memories there as well.