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Home Letter Fourth Issue, 1933

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Weather.    Hot for here which means that we have had very good camp
weather. Heat only drives us into the lake where we want to be#anyhow. Hot means ninety on the porch. It has been that for perhaps two days. A pleasant diversion was the storm of Sunday night,which blew down the small white tent and shook the others. The raft and sailboat came ashore to be rescued by naked ###### heroes. By eleven all was calm again.

Fish.   We have broken out into a perfect rash of fishermen. Gary Black caught a pickerel nineteen inches overall only to be surpassed by an inch by the monster caught by Page Smith. Lawry Pickett came in with three good ones all over the limit. Eddie Munger nailed a good one over sixteen inches. I probably have forgotten others as the lake has been thoroughly whipped.

Sunday. To church by motor boat for a change. Mr. Poore was at the helm.

Turtles.  Several painfully# immature turtles have been wrested from
Shadow Brook.

Ball game.  On Wednesday Chenango took our measure in a return game on their lot. The score was ten to five. Third-baseman J. Classen established an alltime record with eleven errors in the hot corner. Gary black ran bases with an abandon which thrilled even his opponents. Mr. Black’s original technique embraces running to and beyond each base at full speed. Cooper Walker caught many flies on his bared and manly chest with a whump sound heard all over the field. All the rest contributed to a very pleasant defeat. We went down by Motor boat, Herbie shifting his motor to our new boat, our old motor going to the big white boat, the “Idlewilly”.

On Thursday.  Most of the younger boys visited the Beechnut plant at
Canajoharie and brought back samples of candy as well as a vivid idea
of a great packing plant at work. Mrs. Pickett and Cooper did the honors at the wheel.

Horse hikes.  After chasing horses for hours George Poore lead out the 13th Highlanders on a Horse Hike. Privates Sandy and Ian supported him bravely even to doing the cooking. A british emulation of this feat came to grief. General Exshaw lead out centaurs,J. Koop amd Bilynn, only to wander in ever widening circles at last to come to rest on the ball field above camp.

Sailing.  Remarkable sailing weather was the order during the last of
the week.

Arrivals. We welcomed a lot of people last week. Mrs. Jacobs with Mrs. Fisher left us Dicky Hynson,Brad Jacobs, and Hugh Benet , all veterans, Dick of two summers. Mr. Campbell came a wrested Mac from us. Old Camper Bruce Campbell  was here for the day. Mr. Gresham Machen called to deposit  nephew Arthur in our midst. Others will be here the first of the week. Sunday we were delighted to welcome Jake Slagle for an all too short stay.

      And now over for the big event. ----------------

The Canoe trip. On Friday noon set forth the first of our canoe trips. This time we elected to try new grounds, and very delightful grounds they proved to be Mr. and Mrs. Director had scouted the mountain region a few days before and decided on the West Canada creek region for our adventure. We have gone down the Susquehannah before,but wanted something better.

Personel. George Poore with Page Smith in the Green Canoe. Gary Black
and Jake Classen in the brown wooden canoe. Donny Tag and Walter Koppleman in the old red canvas covered ark. Sonny Pickett and his aged father brought up the rear in the sailing canoe.(Most ironic of terms with nearly half a half-ton in pickets in it.)

Departure.  Mrs. Pickett took part in the Chevy. The rest rode in the
station wagon with the trailer behind loaded with four canoes. We cleared at two thirty arrived at Trenton Falls a bit over two hours later. They left us . We camped.

First night.  We had an ideal camping spot by the dam. The swimming was thrilling below the dam and the rocks. The ground was dry and soft. We lay under canoes, but no rain came. Steak was cooked by the Director. George and Jake explored the gorge of which more anon. Gary and Page fished with small results. After supper we visited the power house with its whirling mighty turbines and generators. Impersonator Classen as the widely advertised Shreiff Staley brought a respectful answer from Mr. Poore as he canoed up the turbulent gorge in the moonlight. We looked [?]climbed the eighty-seven feet to terra firma by never ending stairs. Jake tricked by the wiley Walter,who altered a straw vote, went back for laggard Son-Pickett. Dad Pickett wasreminded of his beef by the stairs.

Meaning.    George caught a pound and a half trout which we grilled in bacon for part of a big breakfast. We had good dips below the rocks. Where we canoed with difficulty above the dam by the discharging turbine in the gorge. This place can not be described. Two glorious waterfalls nearly a hundred feet high. Naked boys plunging into deep clear pools. Boys like spirits of the gorge crawling behind the thin veil of water. Marvelous rock formations. Oh well, we are all going up there. It is a varitable land of wonders.

Trip down. ( Reverse anabasis)We set out about ten oclock to make the
descent of the creek. Almost at once one of the party who shall remain nameless fell out of his canoe and under it in the first rapids .[?] Gary went down backwards, Donny and Walter discovered three dozen or so rocks. Only the other canoe went through in dry safety.  Thus it went for a whole day of thrills. We camped too late after carrying over a dam at Newport. The next day we had to wlk far too much but did manage to get a thrill out of the Sailey for Sheriff rapids. We were met joyously by the cars at twelve a few miles above where we had planned.

Incidents.    Housewife J.H. Classen at the Brillo. Jake and Gary Fighting for the one dry blanket. Donn and Walter changing from bow to stern with each wreck. Wisecracks innumerable. “Oh Mr. Poore, there was one over a foot long, honest it was.” From the vocal writings of Page [?] Gary’s laughter in tense moments. Fried chicken for breakfast. Sonny sleeping with his feet in a pool formed by a creek which obeyed none of natures laws, rising and falling at odd moments. All the group each with a pint of icecream before him at Newport. (Rhode Island papers need not copy.)  Most perfect good sports I ever made a trip with whom. We have charted the way . All the camp will now follow but only as far as the hamlet, POLAND.

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