Take Me Home Oh Muddah Faddah

Hello Muddah, hello Fadduh,
Here I am at Camp Grenada
Camp is very entertaining
and they say we’ll have some fun if it stops raining. – Allan Sherman and Lou Busch

When I was young, my mom dangled the option of going away to summer camp for a week in front of my eyes.  I responded with a resounding  NO, THANK YOU. She tried sweetening the deal: Beckie would be there. Nope. That didn’t help.

As I have mentioned in the past, I was an unfailing, written-in-permanent-marker Mama’s Girl. When Mom and Dad would go out for dinner and leave me (and my siblings) at my grandmother’s apartment above the bakery (where we received lots of affection and sweet treats), I would sit in the window and watch for their car to drive up on the street down below. Likewise, every summer my parents would put me on a bus to Grand Island – about an hour away from Columbus – to visit my cousin Shari who was my age. I loved the idea of the visit, but after about a day-and-a-half, I was on the telephone asking my mom to come and retrieve me.

But I will tell you the truth about my unwillingness to go to camp. Yes, it’s true that I knew I would be homesick  for my mommy  (just like in the Hello Muddah Hello Faddah song that was popular for a brief period in 1963 and won a Grammy award in 1964, further proving that ANYTHING could be popular in the 60s). But as much as anything else, camp was a no-go for me because I knew they would try to teach me to swim. I didn’t want to learn to swim, as I have noted again and again on this blog. I will die unable to swim, and I am perfectly fine with that. There will be no swimming pools in heaven, at least not for me.

Let me tell you, however, Addie, Alastair, Dagny, and Maggie Faith do love them some summer camp. They attend a church camp located in a spectacular area between Estes Park and Lyons in the mountains of Colorado. They all go for one week each year and miss their parents NOT ONE SINGLE BIT. Dagny, in fact, doesn’t even take the time to read the daily emails all of her loved ones dutifully send her to combat homesickness until she is on the drive home. She apparently pulls them out of her pack at that point and catches up on the news from Denver. Note to self: Should a tragedy occur during the week of summer camp, DON’T NOTIFY DAGNY BY EMAIL.

This year Addie begged her parents to allow her to go to summer camp twice – Addie Camp Performance 2 2016two full nonconsecutive weeks. They told her they would allow her to go for two weeks, but they would only pay for one of those weeks. If she wanted to go to another week, she would have to pay for it herself. That is exactly what she did. She earned money to pay for camp. But she also took the initiative and applied for a scholarship, which she was awarded. And thus, she completed M.A.D. Camp this past Friday. M.A.D., by the way, stands for music, art, and drama.

Seeings as at age 3 Addie performed a self-composed one-man musical for my sister Jen and me in my backyard splash pool, it is no surprise to anyone that she is a natural-born performer. M.A.D. Camp was made for Addie.

Friday afternoon Bill and I drove to her camp outside Allenspark and watched the final performance of the play the middle-school-aged campers had been working on the entire week. Shockingly, Addie was the outstanding performer. She sang a solo, and her voice was clear as a bell and very pretty. Her acting was appropriately animated. She not only remembered every one of her lines, but I could tell she knew everyone else’s lines as well. It was only with great difficulty that she barely refrained from saying the lines along with them under her breath. Her lips almost didn’t move.

addie camp performance 2016

I’m happy that my grandkids aren’t as wimpy as their nana and that they all enjoy camp so much. It pleases me that they don’t get homesick, apparently not one little bit. And as for Dagny, I’m going to stop sending her emails and then just tell her she must have lost mine on the trip home.

This post linked to the GRAND Social

13 thoughts on “Take Me Home Oh Muddah Faddah

  1. It is so funny how kids can be so different. We used to make our kids “earn” some of their special treats. I think it is good for them. For one, if they have to earn it, they seem to value it more and two, they now know they can figure out how to pay for something. Win, Win. 🙂

    • I agree. It is more meaningful to them if they pay for it themselves. Addie has commented that she earned the money herself more than once!

  2. Addie really is a natural at performance. I wonder what she’ll be when she grows up. No joke. I really wonder because she is smart as can be so nothing will surprise me.

    • I hope she keeps her hand in performing arts. She really does have a bit of talent. And Lord knows, not an ounce of nervousness performing in front of a crowd.

  3. Those grandkids of your are just amazing. I would have died if my parents sent me to camp. 3 days of Eco week in 6th grade almost killed me. There wasn’t one aspect I liked-no to hiking, camping, and outdoorsy activities. No to sharing a bathroom and not sleeping in my own bed. And a big fat NO to leaving my parents.

  4. My daughter attended that camp. Much to my surprise she brought home all of her targets and the award for top sharpshooter. I didn’t even know she knew what a rifle was.

Comments are closed.