Boys will be boys! August 8, 2008
Posted by Kathy in happy camper, not-so-happy camper.Tags: camp moriah
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At a time which shall remain unmentioned, and with a family that shall remain nameless (lest the boys in question be embarrassed now or at a future date)….
One year at Camp, a mother joyfully sent her two young sons off to the little boys cabin. For the first time in their Camp history, they were old enough to tend to themselves, and not require her to look after them for things like showers… or so she thought! On coming home after a week of the joys which only Camp Moriah can afford little boys (including, undoubtedly, plenty of frog-catching and snake-hunting, playing in the dirt and mud, getting into the lake, etc.), she wearily called on her family to bring their dirty clothes into the laundry room so that she might begin to make a dent in the week’s worth of filthy laundry which had accumulated. Her two boys proudly announced that they didn’t have any! Aghast, she opened their suitcases, and — sure enough! — there was a week’s worth of clean clothes, just as she had packed them.
Remember the time… July 22, 2008
Posted by Kathy in 1987, fun and games, not-so-happy camper.Tags: camp moriah
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Most memorable (funny) moment at Camp Moriah by Lisa (Formsma) Newell
There are sooooo many, but the most infamous to me is the year that Joseph Latimer (sorry, Joseph, if you ever read this) lost his retainer. Stay tuned, it is worth it.
There were several guys involved in a burping contest (which really was funny at age 15 or so) and in order to make the burpings longer, it was decided that carbonated drinks would help things along. So, someone went to the kitchen and stole some 2 liter Dr. Peppers and they started downing the bubbly stuff. This did indeed help the burps, but it just wasn’t good enough for our entertainment. We started goading these poor guys (who were our best friends) to see if they could drink an entire 2 liter Dr. Pepper. Well I know Joseph Latimer was one, and I am unsure about the others, but I’m pretty sure Jacob Strevel was one and maybe even Justin Huffman. (I’m sure someone else can remember that part.) Well, Joseph’s stomach had an aversion to so much carbonation at one time and when it all came up it was really gross, but everyone there was absolutely lying on the ground from laughing so hard. Well, I’m sure you can figure out how he lost his retainer… I think I’ve put in enough details.
Aaron remembers that they were at the volleyball court, sitting or standing around in a tight circle, and Joseph gets this look on his face, and the next thing everybody knows, he vomits the whole 2-liter back up. Chairs go flying as people rush to escape the onslaught. Joseph lost his retainer and had to dig through the sandy, sticky vomit to get it back.
What Goes Around… July 19, 2008
Posted by Kathy in 1986, not-so-happy camper.Tags: camp moriah
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…will almost definitely be going around at Camp!
I remember when I was about 9-10 years old (which would be probably in 1986, maybe a year or two earlier), getting sick when I was at Camp — along with about half of everybody else. I was in the little girls’ cabin, and I was going to be staying all week, but I had to go home because I was throwing up. I was one of the fortunate ones — our house was only about 40 minutes away. I’m sure there were people who had to drive all the way back to Georgia with a supply of plastic bags, or making some very quick stops along the way. I remember throwing up on my pillow, but I can’t remember if that was actually at Camp or on the way home. It was bad. Being sick is never fun, but being sick in the rustic environs of Camp Moriah is even more un-fun than usual. And I’m sure that driving a vehicle full of sick kids home is even less fun than that!
Not-so-happy camper June 24, 2008
Posted by Kathy in 2008, not-so-happy camper.Tags: camp moriah, christian
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On Tuesday, Brenna said to her mom, “I don’t like Camp. It has dirt… and bugs… I came here to paint a T-shirt. I want to paint my T-shirt and go home! When can I paint my T-shirt?!”
