Tales of summer camp life as told by Jim Gibbons
Posted in Letters from Jim on Jun 6th, 2009
Lately, I’ve been on a big Conan (the Cimmerian or barbarian, not the late night host) kick and stumbled across this quote from Conan creator Robert E. Howard featured in an essay about the author bookending a graphic novel collection I was reading. I think it applies to this blog, so here it is:
“As [...]
Posted in Letters from Jim on Mar 25th, 2009
Most camps have a camper and staff-written publication that updates and parents on the goings-on of their kids’ summer retreat. At Camp Shewahmegon, it may have been printed on pastel paper and put together on an MS Dos computer, but it was still a great place for us Shewahmegonites to drop little in-jokes and tell [...]
Posted in Letters from Jim on Mar 22nd, 2009
Hey Folks!
I just wanted to address you all directly with a few things.
First, I chatted with a few friends recently who told me they have been enjoying the blog. You know who you are, but I just wanted to put an additional “thank you” up here. It means a lot to know that people are [...]
Posted in B.C.—Before Camp on Mar 22nd, 2009
Camp is a tradition, of sorts, for most people who end up spending weeks upon weeks in the middle of the woods. Very few just up and think one day, “Hmm…wouldn’t life be grand without most basic luxuries like electricity and a comfy bed for a few months?” And, admittedly, camp didn’t seem like a [...]
Posted in Random Recollections on Mar 16th, 2009
In my last year as a camper at Camp Shewahmegon, during which I would have been 14 years old, I went on my second Border Trip—a 10-day canoeing excursion in the remote Canadian wilderness, usually in a waterway reached only by floatplanes or miles upon miles of driving to a secluded boat landing. I was [...]
Posted in Random Recollections on Mar 16th, 2009
An explanation of NMA’s first regular feature.
Posted in B.C.—Before Camp on Mar 16th, 2009
After spending nearly half the summers of my life at one camp or another, it’s difficult to remember a time before the culture surrounding those Junes and Julys away from home wasn’t ingrained into my very being—and make no mistake, a summer camp experience is an adventure that, risking the cliché, alters you at your [...]
Posted in Epigraphs on Feb 25th, 2009
I’m sure that in my attempt to open with something profound I’ve already done an injustice to my goal here—to collect the memories of my camp days and capture the spirit of them for myself and others to enjoy—but, hysterical and goofy as my memories are, there was something in the capture the flag games, naked dips into the lake, stupid jokes, raincoat hikes and fast friendships that was distinctly profound in regards to my life…
Posted in Letters from Jim on Feb 20th, 2009
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