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Steve Cunningham 11/15/12 - Warren Hills' "Hyde Bay Saga" is now available on the Camp Movies Page thanks to John Mercer, Warren Hills, Fred Gale, Steve Sherrick and Steve Cunningham.

David Dube 11-15-12 - Ditto the thankyous -- to both Fred, but also especially to Leslie, as she probably has no real idea of how those Warren Hills' Saturday night film memories burn in all of our 'old mouldy campers hearts'! DHDube

George Barker 11/15/12 - I second the congratulations and thanks given to Steve and Fred by Mike. Were he with us, Hillsy would be feeling really great about what has transpired. He did love being able to chronicle those fabulous days at Hyde Bay through his camera(s). I will forward the news of what has been achieved to Warren's wife Leslie. I know that she will be delighted that Hillsy's films have been in effect memorialized for his Hyde Bay compatriots to enjoy.
Regards to all,
George Barker

Mike Hilliard 11/15/12/- Congratulations, and thank you to you and Fred for all the hard work you both did to make this happen. Mike Hilliard


Bruce Rice 10/25/12 - My one year a Counselor I had the youngest kids in camp (Whit Fish, Emlyn Hughes, Blaise, and someone else slipping my mind). The three others were there for the start of camp. I vividly remember lunch (the second day I believe) when a loud screaming could be heard coming down the driveway. The dining hall went silent, and the doors burst open with a father dragging a screaming kid behind him. I figured that was my last camper, and sure enough, after the father left (quite quickly as I recall), Mouldy dragged him over to my table where he screamed for the rest of the day. As Blaise relates, he adapted well after that first day, but that was a rough one.
      I’ll relate my other young camper screaming story as well. Halfway through that year, Whit must have had a nightmare, and sat straight up in bed screaming the loudest scream I had ever heard. Shocked out of my deep sleep, I remember being frozen in my bed, and looking over at this kid with no idea who he was, where I was, or what to do. I believe it was Jolly who came running over from another tent, and kept shaking me, and trying to get me to do something.  I don’t remember doing anything, but Whit must have stopped eventually.      Bruce (Boo)

Blaise DeSibour III 10/29/12 - Wow, This is fun to remember all the great times at Hyde Bay! I can't believe that you all can remember so many details, and what a joy it is to spark a memory and then expand on it. I hope I will be able to bring a few to the group as well. Thanks for including me.

David Dube 10/29/12 - All, Just a shot in the dark, but one of my few remaining betz cells is firing on a bunch of people running around camp, and saying,"Hoya-toya, woya-toya."
      Is that just a fictitious memory, or is it possibly from another camp, or even some Chevy Chase movie?
      And, a comment about personal challenges met -- the environment of Hyde Bay Camp seemed to be all about personal goal setting, communal support to completion, and even in 'failure' there always seemed to be the expectation that 'of course you will try again, maybe next week to 'pass your 'B' test' or whatever it was.
      Are these rose colored glasses of memory, or does this strike a chord?

Blake Goldsmith 10/29/12 - Wow John -That incredible memory of yours must be one of the reasons you have been able to keep all the Gilman young men in line all these years as the Headmaster- Mouldy/ Bob would have been proud of your leadership at Gilman as we all are.

Bruce –To reflect on your story of fear in young campers. I remember my first overnight camping trip at Clarks Point –I was either 6 or 7 years old and they wanted us all to jump in the lake around sunset and get pulled around by that speed boat driven by Mr. Carlton to do some aqua planning. The water was cold I did not want to jump in and I was scared. On the verge of tears some of the counselors started splashing me. I jumped in and the rest is history . I took 3 or 4 runs behind the boat and remember a spectacular sunset and having great time from that moment forward. I believe Pierre –Pierre Black played William Cark and ran through the campfire during a ghost story session hours later. There was some expression that he and Doug Coupe used to yell out around camp-Anyone remember what it was? Stay dry campers-I spent Sunday crawling around on my roof 40 feet of the ground cleaning gutters in preparation for Sandy-No fear of heights thanks to that towering Trenton Falls bridge-but that is another Hyde Bay character building story.

John Schmick 10/25/12 - That year your tent won the best play award by doing “The Graduate.”  Blaise and Emlyn were the stars.

Bruce Rice 10/26/12 - Hopefully you and Josh won for Best Director and Best Screen Play. Which one was Mrs. Robinson?

Steve Cunningham 10/26/12 - The year is 1968 - 2nd cycle of plays. Mrs. Robinson was played by Emlyn Hughs.


Steve Cunningham 10/03/12 - The Russellorum etymology in hand, the area name that has always puzzled me is "Natchur Nook" for the area where we kept live captives of the forest. Perhaps Scott can give us an explanation for this obvious misspelling. I hung around the nature area a lot but have no clue as to the origins of the sign. Here is a photo of the sign - tho hard to make out:

Confirmation of the name can be found in this Home Letter:
Home Letter Volume 38, No. 3, July 13, 1964

John Mercer 10/03/12 - This could be another play on a name. There was a guy named Nat Cravner (or something like that), who acquired the unfortunate name of "Sneaks," and who was a constant attendee at all things nature-ish in camp. Perhaps that explains why the sign you've cited below appears to say "Natchair" instead of "Nature." Just sayin' - jsm


Tom Lynn 10/02/12 - OK, now that that's been settled, please tell me the origin of (Mechanical) "Kooks." Never have known that.
p.s. Are there still any urinal "troughs" anymore anywhere? I recall a large one at the Cornell stadium's men's room. I would think that today's strangely defensive/cautious culture -- especially in light of J. Sandusky -- wouldn't allow that sort of thing anymore...)

David Dube 10/02/12 - Yup, great big Kooks-like troughs in all of the mens bathrooms in the Syracuse Carrier Dome. Lets see how they do THIS year! Go SU. D2


Charlie Burnham 10/02/12 - We may have to call in some experts on the matter but I believe it was the Russellorium, not Russellorum. Shown is the new edifice as the old one was converted into the craft shop. It looks as it was right after it was built. Subsequently Jack Garver painted wonderful wrestling scenes on the insides of the massive doors. http://www.hydebay.net/CampPhotos/1961-End/1961_23.html

Steve Cunningham 10/02/12 - Charlie, All one need do is enter either name into the Hyde Bay search function to find the answer. Indeed, it is Russellorum.

Jock McQuilkin 10/02/12 - Believe 'Russellorium' is correct...I lost too many wrestling matches not to remember! Jocko

Steve Cunningham 10/02/12 - The Russellorum was colloquially referred to as the "Russellorium" by most campers. In fact the real name of the small wrestling building was "Russellorum."
      Do a search for either term in our search function and you will find no reference to "Russellorium."

Tom Lynn 10/02/12 - Found it! In "Camp Catalog" on the website. Page 11, under Camp Activities.  http://hydebay.net/CampCatalog/Page11.html
      Most interesting!  Obviously, knowing the words "stadium" and "gymnasium," you would think "RussellORIUM" might make sense. But, I was one of the last bunch of HBCers who always heard "Russelorum." It sounds like some in the penultimate group of "slightly older" HBCers heard it with the "-orium" ending. Of course, I first heard of it from Dad (of the '30s and '40s) with the "-orum" suffix. Was it shown in the green (obviously) HBC "marketing" booklet? I'll have to check my "Jeffy" Downs recent edition...     -- TKLynn

Rusty Pickett 10/02/12 - Great Tommy, my years of Latin paid off! Rusty

Mike Hilliard 10/02/12 - I have to concur with Steve. I believe it was the "Russellorum". I don't ever remember it being referred to as the "Russellorium".

Jock McQuilkin 10/02/12 - You know what, Mike. I have to retract my "Russellorium" idea and go with "Russellorum". My nightmarish experiences inside that place has clearly done a number on my Memory Lobe. Bien lo siento! Jocko

Blake Goldsmith 10/02/12 - Jock, I can join you in the wrestling hall of shame.
      My good friend Kenny Marshall son of the legendary Gilman wrestling coach Dickie Marshall. Dickie was heir to Ed Russell’s “Russellorum Dynasty “. I learned a little wrestling through the osmosis of listening to him tell us about his strategy for the teams upcoming MSA matches. I was a basketball player and always seemed to run out of gas in the final 2 minutes. Each year the wrestlers and the basketball players had their annual challenge match at Gilman. I got pretty good at being pinned in the final minute despite sometimes being up by 12 to 1 and Mr. Marshall telling me to save my energy.
      I remember being in the wrestling finals at the end of camp at Hyde Bay with Brax Andrews at 13 years old in 1964 or 1965. I was up in points and about 3 seconds from the end I realized if I held off any longer preventing a pin my right shoulder was going to come out of its socket. Discretion was the better part of valor. I saved my shoulder for a finals tennis match with Chooch Turner later that day. Nice job Brax I gave it my best try. I was’nt just tired you were better that day. Best wishes, Blake

Jocko McQuilkin 10/02/12 - Upon further consideration, my "Russellorium" gaffe may not have been due to wrestling nightmares but to one too many Chivas Regals at Reedy's Tavern (did I spell his name correctly, Mac?). However, you may all breathe a sigh of relief. Jocko's last nightcap occurred on October 10, 1982. The harrowing curves and bends of the road from Cooperstown (or, if you prefer, from Weiner's Diner) are now safe for noctural traffic. Fondly, Jock the Ripper.

Mac Mellor 10/03/12 - That was a rum and coke, Jock. We couldn't afford Chivas. Mac

Jim Main 10/03/12 - Oh, Mac and Jock... You had to bring up the nights of Rum & Cokes at Reedy's and Weiner's Diner or was it Winer's Deener ... I do remember those discussions .... And listening to Johnny Ray singing "Crying" on the juke box ... Then came the Mamas and the Papas ... What a year for music ... I'll never know how we got back to camp those nights, and unfortunately I was driving most of the time ... One night I didn't make it ... McCaffery and I went off the road somewhere between Weiners Diner and Camp and ended up in the middle of a field ... had to be towed out, but thank God noone was hurt and there were no charges ... I remember eating a lot of grass to ward off any suspicions of evil drink on my breath ... I do think Mouldy had a lot of pull with the local "occifers" ... Just some vague reminiscences ... Congratulations, Jock, Since 1982 ... WOW!!! Happy 30th year anniversary next week ... You have many friends ... Jimain, Jimain

Jock McQuilikin 10/03/12 - Ah yes, I remember the night you were airborne, Jim. It may be the closest you ever got to Chick Fil A (as in cows).
      Rum and coke it was, Mac...and the requisite burger. Jocko

Charlie Burnham 10/02/12 - In Latin, the -orium suffix is used to form nouns denoting a place for a particular function (auditorium; crematorium).
      In Latin, the -um suffix has several functions: it marks the genitive plural (possessive) form of all nouns, adjectives and pronouns (by itself or as part of the suffixes -arum, -orum, -ium, -uum and -erum)

Rusty Pickett 10/02/12 - Steve, I think it in reality went both ways, but my guess it was really russellorum – ‘of russell’ in latin, since he was a great educator in that field. Rusty

David Dube 10/02/12 - AH HA, NOT Purgis L. Russell III! And you all thought I made that up! (I did)

Charles Burnham 10/02/12 -As you can see I love to stir things up!  Thanks for hosting the dialog! I love the responses.  Who cares what the real answer is!

David Dube 10/03/12 - To Charles, I too love to stir the pot, and completely appreciated your input! David

Harry Turner 10/03/12 - I for one think the word's etymology is very interesting. Besides being the coach of any number of wrestlers (or Russellors), Eddie Russell was also a Latin teacher at Gilman and Latin tutor at Hyde Bay. So, p'raps two Latin suffixes were used instead of that -orum suffix for genitive plural nouns of the 2nd declension. The Latin suffix -or means "one who." When attached to "Russell," a pun on "wrestle," it could mean "one who russells." The -um suffix is more problematic for me, but it reminds me of the Latin word for "meeting place" or "meeting places," "forum" and "fora," respectively. So, I kind of like the idea that the Russellorum at Hyde Bay was the place where a camper who wrestles would go to meet another another ... on the mat.

John Mercer 10/03/12 - Yes, "Russellorum" was a pun with honest Latin underpinnings and in that was like much at Hyde Bay - at one level, loose and somewhat disorderly but at another, intellectually astute and witty. In all of this, the term has the mind-trappings of The Director. - jsm

Tom Lynn 10/03/12 - At the risk of extending the discussion a bit further, I noticed from reading a different version of the camp catalog that the original structure used for wrestling was actually the building that went on to become the crafts building (aka "Little Bohemia") when the Russelorum was eventually built in 1957. Aside from things like the Mouldy Coaster, what was the last structure built for/at camp? Was it, in fact, the Russelorum, or was it perhaps the Councillors' Lodge?

Rusty Pickett 10/04/12 - Tom.  It was the Councilor’s Lodge as I remember.  I can still remember putting the roof on it as a kid and the challenges of putting a building in the middle of a swamp full of skunk cabbage.


Doug Taylor 10/01/12 - Steve, I think the camper on the far right in the front row next to Ring is Doug Taylor (from Meadowbrook), not Geiger. Also, that is Taylor in the middle of the 03A picture. That was a trip down the Susquehanna below the Goodyear (?) Dam. The dam let water out at the wrong time and most of our food was lost when one canoe capsized at a fallen tree. Also, one of our campers injured himself swinging from or diving from a huge willow over the river, bled heavily from a groin wound.


David Dube 09/27/12 - This is not a secret message to all the parents among you but one that no doubt had its origins in my "Hyde Bay hardwiring". When my four kids were all less than 6 years old, my favorite 'toy' that I would get them each summer was an eight yard pile of top-soil dumped in the corner of my yard. Throughout the summer the kids would play in the dirt for HOURS, and they always had to get dragged off the pile to go in and take a bath, then go to bed. On those nights when I alone was 'in charge' because it was my ex-wife's golf night, I would line the four of them up in the front yard, and 'hose them down' with the garden hose, before bringing them inside. (same hose often used for volcanoes, dams, and other what-nots.)

      I KNOW I was channeling the 'Hyde Bay Spirit' on those nights, and to this day my kids speak fondly of the 'dirt piles'. David Dube


Kingfisher TowerTom Lynn 09/23/12 - A few years ago at Boy's Latin, I was looking thru a "student directory." What a shock when I saw the illustration for the word "tower"!

Steve Cunningham 09/23/12 - I've added a recent photo from startsandfits.com to show that the tower in the illustration is the same. After researching "castle towers" and "Gothic Revival" on Google images (15 pages), I realized my folly when I noticed the little waves and trees behind; no castle tower would be situated thus. Henry J. Hardenbergh, the architect, made this unique in design and both pictures show the same attributes - only from different angles. Unlike the Indian and dog statue, there's only one of these. Great eye, Tom!


Robert A. Pickett's (Mouldy's) obituary can now be found in "Checked back into camp." It's worth a read to find out more about this amazing man. Thank you to Rusty.
Click here to read it - http://www.hydebay.net/WhereAreTheyNow/Where_Robert%20A%20Pickett.html

Jim Main 09/23/12 - Thanks for sending Bob Picketts obit... In all the years I was at Hyde bay, I never knew that he was the Governor Dummer connection at Hyde Bay ... I don't know if you knew that I went to GDA before going to Denison ... There was quite a GDA family at Hyde Bay ... the Mercers, Heb Evens, James Barriskill, Doug Coup (later), and many others ... Small world ... Jimain Jimain

John Mercer 09/23/12 - The Governor Dummer at HBC connection began with Ed Dunning in the 1930s. Al Kerr was another part of that connection. jhn

Jay Alexander 09/23/12 - Thanks for the Moldy bit! I didn't know about the GDA link or that he was a football player. I recall his thunderous serve in tennis. First met him at the train in DC in 1948. Jay.

Tom Lynn 09/23/12 - I remember that on the tail-end of that HBC-GDA connection was my former tentmate GDA alum Mike Fish (in Tent 14, with Shoemaker at the helm in 1966*). BTW, did GDA change its name to simply "Governors' Academy" because there were too many jokes involving a school with the word "Dummer" in it?! I know we gave grief to Mike about it! Just curious. -- TKL

*And, yes, 1966 was the Summer of the Orioles when Rusty broke the flagpole trying to pull down the Orioles flag that my father had raised before the morning buzzer on the last day of camp. We know the O's went on to win that World Series. Perhaps the Summer of '12 will have the same results, too... (Big story in The Sun today about Baltimore's baseball and football rivalries of late with those Bahston teams.)


First Day of CampJohn Hendee 09/01/12 - Hi Steve, Looking back.....One day during the summer of '53, an artist by the name of George Hughes came to Hyde Bay and situated himself comfortably at a spot between the Dayman's chair and the councilor's lodge. He spent several hours drawing a panoramic spread of the camp from his vantage point. Those of us standing about asked him just what he was doing at our camp and he explained that he was a cover artist for The Saturday Evening Post, and that the following summer, Hyde Bay would appear on a cover of the Post. He also told us that he had to alter the scene enough so that the casual observer would not recognize the camp as Hyde Bay. He would also give his camp a fictitious name. We registered our disappointment that our camp would be disguised, but George showed us that there would be one particular detail true to the camp. The unique Hyde Bay flag pole was drawn in precise likeness and we were assured that when we saw the actual magazine cover, we eould recognize the flag pole as being unmistakably ours.

"First Day at Camp" appeared as the cover of the July 3, 1954 Saturday Evening Post. I take pleasure in frequently examining my framed cover, knowing that Camp Winooski is actually Hyde Bay Camp for Boys, and the keeper of so many fond memories. John Hendee (H.B.'52-'60)

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Jay Alexander 09/01/12 - Have really enjoyed the blog and the varied info about the cooks. Henry was a memorable man, indeed!
      Rememer terrible poison ivy I had my first year in 1948 and how one eye was swollen shut from it. There wasn't much to treat it in those days, Calamine lotion helped with the itching and ivy dry helped slowly, but it was a constant problem for me.
      One summer there was an outbreak of boils, and I recall going to Betty Pickett pretty often.
      Love the photo of the 1953 swim team. That was something! Summer was all about swimming for me from about age six, and I loved the diving tower, also aquaplaning and later water skiing.
      Sailing was my great love, and I later loved the Hornblower novels and film, and much later the Patrick O'rian novels, etc. Loved white-water canoing, and the old wooden canoes my first few years. They were awful! HB forever!!


Colin Murray 09/04/12 - Back in '59 or '60, the orange sunsets of summer displayed a phenominon that was still largely a mystery to scientists at the time. I don't recall if there was much, if any, discussion among the Campers about it, but the show of sunspots was a clearly seen, naked-eye event as the atmospherically enlarged orb neared its own reflection on the lake toward day's end.
      The eleven-year cycle was long known, as was the spots' migration pattern toward the solar equator... but not much else. Even explaining the araura was still in the province of theory. We then believed our star was a steady-state affair from which we Earthlings had little to fear other than over-exposure at the beach. The Day Man often layered his nose with zinc oxide; we fair-skinned Yanks burned the first weeks before 'bronzing;' and never a thought was given to such a thing as a "UV index." Basal-cell carcinoma might as well have been the stuff of science fiction; melanoma was an unpublicized death sentence; and comprehensive statistics appeared mainly on trading cards.
      My recollection of seeing those spots many times at age 11 or 12 carries with it a memory of feeling some awe... and a little trepidation - impossible at that age to articulate. I've never seen them again as starkly as they appeared then... not sure why, as several cycles have since passed. The apparent holes on the sun didn't inspire me to become an astro-physicist, though I did subsequently take great interest in reading about new discoveries of all kinds; I also avidly followed the space program.
      Surely this camper can't be the only one who took note of the blemishes on the sun. Geo-politics aside, we now live on a different world; the universe is a great pin-ball machine; and all that we see and feel comprises less than 5% of what actually exists; and quantum physics tells us what does exist is mostly empty space!
      In whatever generation, I suppose as we age, we come to yearn for simpler times when the cosmos was perhaps a bit less daunting, sunspots notwithstanding.


Jay Alexander 08/31/12 - Fascinated by comments about cook Henry Norman (I never knew his last name). He had wonderful sailboats that he would sometimes let campers play with in the lake. Recall being in the kitchen on cold mornings, and being proud that Henry considered me his boy because we were both from virginia. Also remember younger black man Ernie, 1948 and a few more years, who was quite an athlete and sometimes played football with Bobby Russell and some other counselors. We were well fed at HBC, but I do recall with horror the times liver was served and it sparked near mutiny. To this day I cannot eat liver unless it is concealed by some other strong flaovor. Oh, the memories!!


Jay Alexander 08/25/12 - Loved Mouldy's comment about HBC: magical place and time. Incredible people!
      Anybody remember Steve Bullock? Loved sailing at HB and the terror my first time inspired. Later became obsessed with sailing and all the parts of comets, etc.
      Billy Barker crewed with me when we won the end of year competition in the White boat, barely beating Jimmy Merrick, who may well think we should have been disqualified. He may be right.
      Loved playing Capture the Flag and singing after supper. Wonderful counselors when I was younger: Bobby Russell, Edo Ackerson, Tom Offut. In 1955 Charlier Classen and I shared a small annex next to the tutoring school dorm. I was so proud to drive the garbage truck that year!!

Jocko McQuilkin 08/26/12 - Hey there Jay, Don't know if you remember but I was your battery mate, catching that nasty southpaw hook. Billy and Randy Barker, Bobby Russell, Tommy Offut, Charlie Classen - I recall them all with incredibly fond and vivid memories. It all comes back to me in an instant.
      Hope you are well. Swing, batta, batta, swing! Jocko

Jay Alexander 08/27/12 - Jocko, What's this southpaw bit? I'm right handed! Are you thinking of Bobby Trigg? Best, Jay

Jocko McQuilkin 08/27/12 - A slight senior moment at the end of a long week. I have righted you. Thanks and stay well, Jocko

Jay Alexander 08/27/12 - Jocko, In truth I always wanted to be a southpaw and a switch-hitter like Mickey Mantle, and I much admired Bobby Trigg's pitching.
      Were you in the no-hitter I threw in 1955 on Doubleday Field? I have a news squib by a friend of my Dad's (I was born in Cooperstown but we soon moved to Madison, so my memories are mostly after 1948). My wife and I stopped by the Doubleday Cafe for supper some years ago coming back from Maine. Memories! Jay

Jocko McQuilkin 08/27/12 - Think it was one summer before my triumphant arrival at Abner Doubleday. What a thrill it was to be on that field. Take that, Kevin Costner!

Jocko McQuilkin 08/27/12 - Interesting overlaps in our profiles, Jay. My graduate work was in Spanish and Latin American studies. Shifted to institutional investment management - co-founded a firm in Boston and managed a portion of KU's endowment fund (was even able to get tickets to Jayhawks basketball games...tough ticket in Lawrence). Also co-authored a four volume fairy tale for adults.
      Would love to catch up (bad pun) with you. Your mate, Jocko


David Dube 08/19/12 - For those of us still in the Northeast -- that special dark 'Autumn Blue' in the sky, and the chill in the air at night can only mean that 'wind-up' week must be coming. Every year at this time my heart aches for gunnel jumping, 8 inch regattas, and, all sorts of other boating competitions. Does anyone out there remember how wonderful the water from your canteen tasted first thing in the morning, because it was so cold from the chill night air? DHD

Charlie Burnham 08/20/12 - There was always just a little bit of sand in the water too. Which rounded out that aluminum flavor.

Blake Goldsmith 08/20/12 - Oh, the canteen and taste of aluminum with sand around the cap that really brings back a flood of memories!
        Taking my son Chase up to his final year of College in New London Connecticut this week. As I head north my memory of this magical time of year is that there were no mosquitos at Hyde Bay. Is this correct? It is becoming a real Maryland problem . As I walk around Roland Park at night no
one is outside due in large part to the mosquitoes.
        So if we were going to restart a Hyde Bay like summer camp we need to buy land near one of the Finger lakes in New York where the mosquitoes have not found a little slice of paradise. Hey Bruce Rice you are our real estate expert any ideas?
Best wishes, Blake

Colin Murray 08/22/12 - The morning chill of late summer in the Adirondacks was well 'contained' in the mental image of a simple canteen. Well done.
        Remember out-running that thundering grey curtain as we paddled frantically from Clark's Point in metal canoes? Like the eastern end of Lake Ontario, we were largely spared from buzzing insect activity. But there were the scorching days and airless nights when all flaps were rolled up. Even the Rest Period was intolerable under bleaching canvass; and the relief of the lake was annually denied us when the water became tepid and took on the infected, syrupy appearance of fermenting onion soup. Clouds of insects appeared as if by spontaneous generation.
        The eradication of the occasional hornets' nest was always a great and dangerous adventure. A hand-pump sprayer of DDT prevented or quickly mitigated our discomfort among the wild things. The stuff was also handy on camping trips where the worst irritants were no-see-ums, those ghostly creatures that could cause the same insanity as chiggers do in the woods of the deep south(I, for one, preferred pain to itching).
        Now how long can you stand a Fizzies wafer on your tongue without reaching for the canteen. Explain that idiocy to your grands! CDM


Charlie Burnham 07/24/12 - Enjoy reading the multitude of memories! I don't ever recall having a camp nickname but do remember Mouldy handing out awards one night in the dining hall and he introduced me as "London Bridges Burnham down"
        Another vivid memory is play practice during a torrential rain storm. Jim Main had a microphone and cord wrapped around his arm singing a song and trying to get us to animate when a giant flash of lightning and an instantaneous clap of thunder engulfed us. After a moment of stunned silence Main danced and whooped around the room by the projector box after being shocked by the cord. He's lucky he didn't get fried on the spot!

Jim Main 07/24/12 - Boy, do I remember that shocking story, however I did forget which tent had been practicing ... Thank you, Charlie ..Everyone thought I was just doing my usual silly song and dances, however it was the electric vibes that were keeping the beat ... I was extremely lucky that day, as the lightening had hit the showers, gone through the pipes into the heating system and then through the electrical lines down the hill into the theater ... The mike cord wrapped around my body allowed the current to buzz me for a while causing the whooping and jumping around ... Ah, the theater!!! .... Jimain, Jimain


Phil Claussen 07/23/12 - Dr. Dube and Mr. C, I have certainly enjoyed hearing from you both and wanted to thank you for your correspondence. Dr. Dube, I certainly remember you at the range and as a counselor. Matter of fact you awarded me the Archery championship which if I remember was a target with an arrow across it. You had quite an influence on me in that sport as I shot in Olympic Trials and also ended up training the US Archery team for the 1992 games. Congratulations on your career as a Doctor as you sound like you have great compassion for your patients. I see you live in Syracuse. I race cars throughout that area and I have my garage in Brewerton NY. where I house my cars. I have won my class at the Syracuse Mile in years past. What a small world.
        Hopefully you watched the Hall of Fame ceremonies this weekend and perhaps it brought back memories of trips to town for inspection. The place has certainly changed since then. I have enclosed a picture to get you in the Olympic spirit and a glimpse of the 2008 Hyde Bay camper that derived such benefits in the summer of 68 and 69.
        Citius, Altius, Fortius,
        Dr. Phil Claussen D.C.

Tom Lynn 07/23/12 - Count me among the many admirers of David Dube, but also being a stickler for veracity, I have to say that in 1969, archery councilors Dutch Master and Tom Lynn didn't recall seeing D. Dube up at the range! Also, 1968's archery councilor "Paducah" Ray Athey usually had assistance from ULs Master and Lynn, though Dube might have been up there as well from time to time.  I recall Councilor Dube being mainly "in charge" of the Russellorum. I'm also wondering if the councilors gave out the specific awards or did Mouldy hand them out? If it was the councilors, then Phil would have gotten the plaque from Dutch and me. --  TK Lynn

David Dube 07/23/12 - I got this lovely note from Phil and shot him a note back. It will be interesting to see how his team does in the Olympics. I will now have a personal stake in the games!

David Dube 07/23/12 - Tom, (?TK?), About how I remembered it with the exception of couldn't remember if I was a UL, or JC when I was up helping with archery, likely only filling in when you guys needed help. (I don't remember Ray being involved the year I was up there 'helping'.) And yes, my absolute first priority was wrestling. Though I also tried to fill some mighty 'nature councilor' shoes. I know I did not do that nearly as well as those who had come before. But it always amazed me how many creatures we were able to find with a bunch of kids turning over rocks, and poking sticks in crevices between boulders!
        And, I do NOT remember giving out any awards for anything, though do remember raising a few arms as 'victors' after the conclusions of wrestling bouts. It is sort of remarkable when you think of all the venues we covered with a relatively small number of UL's, Councilors, and Junior councilors.
        Does anyone remember what the JC pay was for the 1969 year? My (probably flawed) recollection was that at the end of the summer I took home 50$ placed in my hand by Mouldy; and I was quite proud of that.

Jock McQuilkin 07/23/12 - Wrestling? Did I hear the word 'wrestling'? My greatest HBC nightmare: being flattened by Harry Billedeau (sp?). Much preferred catching Lefty Alexander on Abner Doubleday Field.
Regards to all,

Phil Claussen


Tom Lynn 07/20/12 - Just wanted to point out to the C's, UL's, and C's who were there in that Theatre on the night of July 20, 1969, if we stick to the quadrennial format for the Durbar, two Durbars from now will be the 50th anniversay of our watching the moon landing together! Space food bars, anyone? Happy "Moon Landing Day!" to everyone!


Blake Goldsmith 07/19/12 -

"What a gentleman Steve turned out to be,
After his teenage gallivanting and glee,
He reunited us campers online,
With great memories that shine.
He brought us together,
In very hot weather,
He fed us lots of food and ice tea,
And forgot to charge a fee."
Thanks, Steve, it was great to see everyone

Steve Cunningham 07/19/12 - Thanks, Blake.


Mac Mellor 07/19/12 - I just noticed that TCM is televising Forbidden Planet (1956), staring Walter Pidgeon and (I think Robby), tonight at 8 pm EDT. Perhaps some campers will want to see it again. Perhaps this time the councilors who made krull tracks in the beachmuck later that evening to frighten younger campers the next morning will be identified. Mac

Rusty Pickett 07/19/12 - I can’t take it! Was quaking in my boots – my first horror movie – Robby the Robot was my hero!!! Rusty

Steve Cunningham 07/19/12 - The pool scene with Anne Francis is still etched in my memory. It was as risque as any movie I had seen.

Mac Mellor 07/19/12 - Easy there, campers.

David Dube 07/19/12 - For me, the most riveting movie night was "Time Machine". Somehow Weena, and the Morlocks still have a grip on me, and though the costumes are now considered totally cheesy, the story, and the mystery of it all, still bring me back to the theater on more than one dark night in the mid and later 60's.
        I had the pleasure of watching this movie with my now 30 year old son this year, and to my surprise he was gripped by the tale, and felt the wonder of the last scene when all of ?Rod Taylor's? contemporaries investigated the commotion from out in the work shed, and found that Rod Taylor's character had dragged the time machine twenty yards so that when he 'went back' he would be on the 'right side' of the Morlocks barricade to their underground civilization. My son asked about how come that movie had stayed so present in my brain, I tried to explain movie night, and failed miserably. But, those of you reading this will surely remember the collective consciousness and wonder of the packed theater, elbow to elbow with your tentmates.

Steve Cunningham 07/19/12 - I agree! Those Marlocks were about as scary as can be with their indifference to killing and eating.

Jim High 07/19/12 - Weren't the Morlocks the ULs of the movie? Jim Hi! B-)


Jimmy High 07/17/12 - With the weather we've been having, I really want people to tell me to "Go jump in a lake!!"

Harry Turner 07/17/12 - Glad Jimmy's aboard. He was my councilor in Tent 7 my first year.

Jimmy High 07/17/12 - I hope that was a good thing, Harry. B-)

Jim Main 07/17/12 - What is it about summertime that brings out the campers? 3 out of the 4 years as a counsilor I had the "8:30 to the washstand" gang. I guess that's why our evenings were so long :)


Steve Cunningham 07/15/12 - Warren Hills' widow, Leslie, gave a manila folder labeled "Hyde Bay" to George Barker, one of Hillsy's best friends, who in turn gave it to me to memorialized on the HBC website. The contents revealed numerous Hyde Bay Camp treasures; an October 14, 1976 Gilman Alumni Banquet leaflet, "Edward T. Russell a Tribute" which has been added to Historical Campers; Much needed photos of Durbar I with additional photos and personal letters from Walter Lord which completes the history of Durbars; an envelope of Playbills from which ten were missing from our website, thus completing the collection of some years in the '50s. Thank you, Warren, for staying so organized for 55+ years!

Tom Lynn 07/17/12 - My goodness those are great photos of a great group! I think that I, along with dear old Dad and brother Jim, missed out on the best Durbar -- the first! Thanks to Warren Hills's legacy and to Eddie Brown's efforts -- as well as to the Commodore, Bobby Russell, et al.


Colin Murray 07/13/12 - While we were on the subject of Sunday Services, it occurred to me that one hymn in particular was a perennial favorite as exemplified by the general gusto with which it was delivered whenever it was on the menu. Soooo, since it was a mission for God, with His permission, a fifty-year time-jump took me to the theater and that old upright which was in significantly better shape than the one in the lodge. The hymnal was a 1926 edition, and that, in its thirteenth printing! Old. 
Attached is the sound it made and the music and lyrics to #135, neatly ripped out of the book; there was a hefty surcharge for extra luggage.

Steve Cunningham 07/13/12 - Click hear to see the music and hear Colin's re-creation of the old theater piano.

Steve Cunningham 07/13/12 - While experimenting with other browsers, I found the Internet Explorer and Safari users might not be able to hear Colin's recreation of the Camp piano.
        My recommendation is to switch to Chrome browser. Just as safe without the hassles. It's also free. I use it and have had no problems viewing Flash, audio or video content.
        If you don't know how to adjust the Advanced settings for Internet Explorer, you are missing much of the Internet anyway. With Safari, you need to download a plugin.
        If you need help with any of the Hyde Bay content, please contact me.

Mike Hilliard 07/13/12 - I had no issues opening it using Mozilla Firefox as my browser.


Colin Murray 07/12/12 - Do you remember Henry, who we only saw in that hot kitchen as he and a couple of other guys who remained nameless to most of us, prepared so many tons of good food for all us bottomless pits? Henry, however, was special. I believe he was huger that Michael Clarke Duncan of Green Mile fame. Often, campers would compare the size of their hands to his on that ledge where we returned empty platters for refills. His mitts were immense! And when the food ran out, from afar you could hear the resounding depth of his voice saying, "Ain'no mo." Then, when the work was done in the kitchen, his group would tear off up the road in a big (cream or pink?) Lincoln, leaving a cloud of dust between the trees. Mouldy would call for a vote of thanks for their hard work at Wind-Up, but for those eight weeks prior, we didn't see much of them. ...food for thought about those times when in some respects, we gave no thought. Henry has come to mind now and then; and one can only hope he lived long enough to see conditions improve and attitudes moderate.

Tom Lynn 07/12/12 - Of course, I most remember the big hole in the kitchen where the wall met the floor near the big old ice box. The hole left when Henry threw a meat cleaver at the poor little mousie scurrying away, in fear of its life, from the wrath of Henry. ("Ain't no mo'e! Come back nex' Sunday!")

Mike Hilliard 07/12/12 - I knew Henry a little more than some campers. I used to drop by the kitchen and visit with him between meals. He was the head chef at Episcopal High School in Alexandria, VA. The big automobile Colin refers to was a light blue Mercury Marquis coupe. On Sundays he, the dishwasher he hired, and his assistant would use it to go into town on their night off. That is why we had either hot dogs or "Mouldy Burgers" on paper plates in front of the dining hall on Sundays.
        They resided in the cabin directly behind the kitchen. Sandy Pickett and I stayed in that cabin the year we closed the camp down, and I could not imagine how three men spent two months in it.
        I believe Henry died in the winter of 1967, as I think Floyd Redcross, the cook at the Gilman School, was the camp's cook for the last two summers the camp was in operation.
        Henry was a huge kind man, who was an excellent institutional chef. I wish I could figure out how to duplicate the scalloped potatoes he prepared for the Final Barbeque. We always ate well at Hyde Bay.
        I believe at the Durbar prior to the last one Winston Wood talked about visiting Henry, when St. Paul's Lacrosse team was playing Episcopal. He might be able to shed more light on the subject.
        Mike Hilliard

Tom Lynn 07/13/12 - Henry was also the person who told me that "they fired your man Bauer!" in 1967. This was inconceivable since the previous year Hank Bauer had managed the Orioles to victory in the World Series. But what was really surprised me was that Henry knew that I was from Baltimore! (My favorite Henry food were the Sunday "dinners:" alternately fried chicken and full turkey dinner!)

Blake Goldsmith 07/13/12 - How about the fact that Henry could crack 3 eggs at once in his giant hands ? I have had many chefs as a catering owner and would have been happy to have worked with Henry. My memory is of consistently good food and the Bonfire picnic was outstanding! Hyde Bay was lucky to have another bigger than life character keeping us well fed and in awe of his persona.
        By the way -What the heck is Huckleberry Pie? Did Henry ever make it?
Best wishes

Winston Wood 07/13/12 - The expression "ham-handed" is generally used to mean clumsy or inept, but when I hear it, I always think of camp and its remarkable head cook Henry Norman, aka Big Henry. That's because if you could talk him into holding up one of those huge hands and make it into a fist, it resembled nothing so much as a medium-sized (albeit over-cooked) ham. Imagine getting hit by the thing. Arrrgh. Other people at camp may have dreaded their turns serving meals or doing UL duty around the kitchen, but not me. I loved those guys and they seemed to take to me too, since it was Henry's wing man John Stevens, the guy with the palsied hand, who came up with my camp nickname, Cool Breeze.
        As mentioned above, during the school year Henry was head cook at Episcopal, an old-line boy's boarding school in Alexandria, Va. Think Harry Potter with Confederate flags. John worked in the kitchen there too, and they would regularly help cook for special events next door at the Virginia Theological Seminary.
        In the fall of 1965, Episcopal's assistant headmaster, Jack Ordeman, became head at St. Paul's and we began scrimmaging them in sports. Egged on by Jack, who was very competitive and seemed eager to stick it to his old school, we took the games seriously and, except for football and wrestling, we usually won. Then in a nice touch of Southern hospitality, we were always treated to sandwiches, chips and iced tea in the dining hall before getting on the bus back to Baltimore. And there presiding over it all was Henry.
        "Any ice cream today?" I'd ask when I'd made my way in line to where he was supervising things and we'd said our hellos. I knew the answer, of course. "Ain' no mo."
        It's easy to romanticize Hyde Bay, but even then I sensed these guys had a harder life than most. We probably all sensed it. They got up early, worked hard and put out pretty good food three times a day. (Calling the occasional fried liver "steak" never fooled me, though. Do you remember the dead flies that sometimes fell into the bowls of rice from the sticky tape hanging from the kitchen ceiling? And Lord, those awful beets.) They then retreated to that musty little cabin by themselves. Did they ever get to swim in the lake? Take out a canoe? If they did, it must have been at night because in six summers at camp I never saw it. Their Sundays off in town must have been something too. They probably doubled Otsego County's minority population when they came up every year. Where could they possibly go to relax?
        But I also sensed they genuinely liked people and doing what they did may have given them a great sense of family. And that's a good thing, isn't it? At Virginia, friends of mine who'd graduated from EHS said that when they went back for games or reunions they'd always try to see Henry before any of their old teachers. The minister who married my wife and I went to VTS, and when I asked him if he knew Henry, he smiled and said everybody at the Seminary knew him. "Biggest hands I ever saw."
        When Henry died in '67 or '68, there was a short obituary on him in the Baltimore Sun, which I saw too late to attend the funeral in a black Baptist cemetery somewhere out on Edmondson Avenue. At first it made me sad that they'd summed up this wonderful man's life in just two or three paragraphs. No, he didn't play second base for the Orioles or find a cure for cancer, but he clearly touched a lot of lives. I guess since all of us know it, that should be enough.

Tom Lynn 07/13/12 - Well said, Winston! And speaking of John, the thing I remember about him was how fast and accurately he wielded that half broom handle with the nail on the end. When you went into the pantry area, asking for another box of cereal -- THWACK! -- John speared one from the overhead shelves, bringing it down to you in one swift motion. Awesome.
P.s. I vaguely recall there was one teenager who worked in the kitchen the last year or two who was befriended by some of t he campers/ULs and was included in some sorts of after-dinner activities around camp.


Colin Murray 07/10/12 - Thanks for distributing the comments of Dr. Claussen. It is an eloquent endorsement of your hard work, or, more accurately, Calling, to revive the setting in which many standards for a proper life were so positively promulgated among so many over such a long span of time.
        For example, I vividly recall one of Mouldy's useful formulas delivered during a Sunday service: "What can I do for you?"; "I am proud of you."; "I admit I made a mistake." Those gems were priceless.
        Though the subject, or 'thrust,' of another service is forgotten, our surnames somehow figured into whatever point was being made. Yours, among others, was picked out, and from a book he held open, we all learned that Cunningham meant 'rabbit farmer.' Being there, you must remember the moment, unless you already knew your name's origin. Mine was simply a location in N Scotland: Moray.

        Are these items the kind of mini-memories you are collecting?

Steve Cunningham 07/10/12 - Yes.

Tom Lynn 07/10/12 - Colin -- In addition to your most righteous statements about Steve's exceptional work, you have brought up something that almost everyone who was there recalls: Mr. Downs' sermon/homily about our names. (Though I had thought it was Mr. Hilliard until Mike set me straight!) That talk really stuck with people!

Jennifer Downs 07/11/12 - I am curious about the sermon/homily "about our names" that you say was delivered by my father....Mr. Downs. Details? Jennifer (aka "Jeffie")

Tom Lynn 07/11/12 - If you saw the other email, you can see that a lot of people remember it -- most likely those whose names were included! Steve C and Mike H remember it. But I still thought it was Mr. Hilliard who delivered it. Anyway, I remember that "Lynn" meant one who lived in the glen near the river or lake. Does your father remember it?

Steve Cunningham 07/11/12 - The reference to Mr. Downs' serman is found in the July 30th, 1963 Home Letter: "Church service was conducted by Mr. Downs, whom we always look forward to hearing. He not only has a particular message to give us but always has an unusual manner of presenting it. Today's talk was on "Names" and their significance. He interpreted many of the camper's names and then brought in Biblical references with emphasis on maintaining our good name."

Blake Goldsmith 07/11/12 - Hi Jeffie, I remember you were very good at 4 square. I also remember Mr. Downes speaking on this subject of name derivations, Moldy’s talk/ sermon on the most important word in the English language is “we” and the least important is “I” was the best one.
        Using Moldy’s advice on using “we” instead of “I” in business writing and assessing projects has helped me over the years. Always give credit to your teammate.
        Also Gilman was very big on the idea of “we” despite Winston Wood joking about whippersnappers and Gilman in previous email. Jolly maybe you and Bruce can back me up on this.

From Winston – who is quite the writer: "I plead guilty to whippersnapper, but ostentatious? Never! You must confuse me with someone who went to Gilman."
Cheers, Blake

Colin Murray 07/11/12 - Jennifer wanted to know more... Some years ago - pre FB - Mr.Downs' address was provided to me by my uncle, Wm. Porter (still with us), who also taught at Gilman. The notion struck me to make contact, mainly to express the sentiment that I held him in the highest esteem in those times and that he was one of my favorite people. At that juncture in my life, good roll models were critically important, and he certainly fit the bill. He, of course, demurred, saying his presence at camp was just a summer job and not much more; but surely it must have given him a warm feeling of validation to be remembered fondly and to have made such a positive impact on one waif who was never even one of his students.
        Recalling that Mr. Downs likely gave that homily about the metaphorical roots for surnames, I asked him what book he used that elicited such fascination, thus satisfying my penchant for collecting odd reference material - inspired, no doubt, by a young daughter with an insatiable appetite for input, no matter how arcane. (Acquiring three books about the origins of clichés, buzz words and catch phrases headed off bad writing habits in school.) He had forgotten the specific book. But with just the right query on the Alibris site, the choices might yet be narrowed.


Philip Claussen 07/10/12 - Sir, Though I do not believe we have ever met, I commend you for such a fine job on the Hyde Bay web site.
        My name is Phil Claussen and I along with some of my friends attended camp in 1968 and 1969. It was a great experience and much like the people who write and add comments it always triggers great memories.
        I attended Gettysburg College and my last contact was with the younger of the Picketts as he was slightly older and went there too.
        I recently found the web site and thought you might be interested that Hyde Bay will be represented at the London Olympics in 2012. I am the Team Doctor and Coach for the Country of The Bahamas and have been doing this for the past five years. I also have done the same for the Chicago Cubs, White Sox, Minnesota Twins, and other teams in the past.
        I bring this up for I see Pierre is on the site and he did have a great influence on me back in the days of playing baseball which was my major sport. From hearing the "Strawberry Shortcake" cheer as we would go out the door, I went on to play ball in high school, college, and beyond. I remember the "short porch" in right field at Chenango up to the road. I pitched those games and we beat them most of the time and Pierre actually taught me my first true wind up mechanics. I remember him more for giving head butts to other counselors and going to Glimerglass pizza to bring us back some late at night.
        In my time I have trained 16 Hall of Fame baseball players and have gotten back to Cooperstown a few times to see them inducted but never had the time to find the camp road. I have seen the expedition photos and remember some of the lake shots and where we would go canoeing.
Other memories were:
Riding the horses bareback down to the lake
The clever theatre counselors and the moon landing
Playing four square for hours
Kooks ball
Archery in the back woods
Skunks coming in the tents late at night looking for care packages
All the waterfront opportunities
        I could go on for a lot more but even though I went to other camps after that there was nothing like Hyde Bay. So thanks for all the memories that you all provided and it was certainly a place that played a significant part in what was to happen in later life. My best to you all and perhaps people like Marty Sutton, Jamie Spragins, the Hughes brothers, Pierre Black, etc. will always look back fondly on those days.

Tom Lynn 07/10/12 - Cool! And, he'll be in the land of Leslie Exshaw/Manning's birth!

David Dube 07/10/12 - All, I confess to a certain self-indulgence when I read such emails. It amazes me the degree to which we all shared the same 'Hyde Bay', and the degree to which as I have said before, "Hyde Bay" stamped me for life. I remember 'Dr. Phil' from the archery range -- I know that I helped with that, nature, and wrestling during my last, and possibly my second to last summers. The moon landing in the theater will remain one of the more riveting memories of my life. Sharing the magic with probably 100 others now seems even the more remarkable.
        I too have devoted my life to medicine -- frailty, diabetes, and geriatrics. Odd to say, but my first lessens of tolerance, and true ACCEPTANCE had their origins at Hyde Bay. Probably helping to nurture my 'inner crusader' for the disenfranchised. I remember how kids like Artie Haun (sp?) were totally supported by their tent mates, and when picked on by others, there was a beautiful 'circling of the wagons' without reprisals, just lessens in acceptance.
        Ah, but my age and nostalgia are showing. Thanks for sharing Phil. Good luck in London!
        David H. Dube MD Syracuse, NY


Colin Murray 07/01/12 - Rusty sent an obit link about Warren Hills. Reading about him, the man had a career rather similar to my own, having hands-on experience in many aspects of TV. I, too, had great fun producing commercials for local businesses. He surely would have agreed with me in my strongly held opinion that the client should never be the talent in his own spot. Some, whose faces weren't even good enough for radio, were very unpopular with all but the sales staff. Even now, it's easy to identify those 'blue chip,' small-market, low budget, often tasteless productions; some so bad one could fancy the engineers having to flush twice to pump the video up the tower and into the ether; or so cheap in earlier times, the oxides might crumble off that oft re-used 2" tape after one or two late night plays. Warren was never an acquaintance, but had we shared a few drinks, the stories we might have exchanged would have caused one or the other of us to experience the prolapse of some vital organ. I used to speculate on occasion that one could develop cancer from repeated exposure to embarrassment. So far that theory hasn't proven true.


Eddie Brown 06/29/12 [on Durbar I] - To the best of my recollection, and I don’t recall the year, for the first Durbar, we all stayed at Rathbuns. The Commodore was there, of course. Other attendees were Uncle Bobby Russell and his tribe, George Barker and his kids, the Browns and their two children, and I believe Jack Garver and family, the Mercers, and I believe that Mr. Dresser of the tutoring school came around the lake for our big dinner. Blaise deSibour and Chiefie were there. (My memory is that Blaise threw Chiefie in the lake – which may have been a little more than the chief had bargained for.) Mrs. Macy, also. A flood of memories!

Eddie Brown 06/30/12 - George -- I found a dozen snapshots from that first Durbar at Rathbun's. You're right. Benjie was there. As was Hillsie. And Mrs. Pickett and Larry. And one lady I can't identify. Could it have been Mrs. Benjie?

Steve Cunningham 06/30/12 - According to George Barker, it might have been Benjie Jones who was thrown in the lake.

Blake Goldsmith 06/29/12 - Well if anyone deserved being dunked in the Lake Otsego it was Chiefie. My memories of the others mentioned are great such as Jack Garver and I paddling down the Susquehanna with his bronzed bald head glistening in the sun. He would sing songs and tell stories to me as I paddled in the stern. What a great trip that was down to Trenton Falls and jumping off that 40 foot bridge . Mr. Dresser trying to teach me algebra with his snow white hair -a dear man.
     Chiefie was another story and was in many ways a bully and what he did my last night at Hyde Bay after 7 great years and my last night at Hyde bay was ridiculous. The bonfire and awards ceremony was very exciting, the food was fantastic and the primordial essence of this fire with flames shooting up 30 feet was something never to forget. Moldy always did things in a big way even when he served the ball in volleyball games we played by the tennis court and his bonfires were awesome.
     So after all this great excitement and celebration campers had the opportunity to go into town with our parents to sleep at the Otsego (SP ?) Hotel or stay at camp. I voluntarily chose to stay with my tent mates in Tent 10. We put all our gear in our lockers and pulled out sleeping bags and doubled up the mattresses which we were carrying up the next morning to I believe somewhere near Moldy City. Chiefie comes in around midnight and made us unpack our trunks put sheets on the bed and put the extra mattresses back on the other empty beds. I never forgave him for this absurd bit of… . He may have been a smart math teacher and major lacrosse coach at Gilman but he was also a bully. Moldy was strict and formidable but fair and a great leader. I thought Moldy was the perfect leader. Chiefie aka George Chandlee was no Stonewall Jackson to Moldy’s Robert E. Lee. I wish I had been the one to throw Chiefie in the lake.
     Best wishes, Blake.

George Barker 06/29/12 - Steve - With a gap that I will mention below, Eddie's memory is excellent and all of the above information is reflected in the pictures from Hillsy that I will share with you.
     Eddie does not mention the attendance of his camp partner-in-crime Benjie Jones (they were indeed a mischievous duo!), who, I believe, may have been the person thrown into the lake. Of course, Hillsy was there.
     I will be in touch about getting the pictures and other materials to you.
     Best regards, George.


Tom Lynn 06/24/12 - Ah, yes. That part of his biography is vaguely reminiscent to me now, from what Dad had said [see below]. On a separate note, related to your email, why is it that some camps use the word "counselor" and HBC used "councilor"?  I wanted to correct someone (folks from Camp Mont Shenandoah who use "counselor") recently, then I looked it up, and the dictionary seems to limit "councilor" to someone in a government/official capacity. Just wondering...   -- TKLynn

Tom Lynn 06/12/12 - Yes, that was always my understanding, too. "Counsel" is in a legal vein. But, apparently, that's not what most other camps seem to think! Viva la difference!

Mac Mellor 06/24/12 - Hi, Tom. I just remember the HBC spelling, but my trusty old dictionary suggests a counselor is one who counsels (as in law), while a councilor is one appointed to advise and supervise. Trust the Director to get it right, I guess.

John Mercer 06/24/12 - Now that is a great question. I believe that "councilor" was just part of the HBC tradition and its assumption of rightness. Perhaps something about a Native American "Council" or "Council Fire," but the dictionary is no help on this one.

Steve Cunningham 06/24/12 - Ironically, at Hyde Bay Camp, the only use of "councelor" in a search was revealed in "Billy Lynn - Ye Complete Councelor" by Walter Lord. Perhaps Mr. Lord was dropping a subtle hint.


Steve Cunningham 06/24/12 - Another Hyde Bay mystery - In the '30s and '50s there were two campers by the name of Leslie Basil Exshaw, Jr. (30s) and Leslie Manning ('50s ). They shared the same nickname, "The Beezer." Yet, The name "Exshaw" has been applied to photos depicting Leslie Manning in the '50s and "Manning" has been applied to Exshaw in the '30s. A search for "Exshaw" will precipitate the photos. Can anyone solve this paradox? Naming errors?

Tom Lynn 067/24/12 - Wow, wild stuff I just looked up. Went to Ancestry.com and found Leslie Exshaw in the 1930 US Census. He was born in England in 1909 of an English father and French mother. He immigrated to the US in 1925. In 1930, he, along with a Minnie Exshaw (23 years older than Leslie -- his mother, perhaps?), was living in Baltimore with James and Miriam Manning (who were only 16 and 19 years older than Leslie, respectively). This explains a lot! (I've been doing a lot of my own geneological research these days!) -- TKL

Steve Cunningham 06/24/12 - Great work, Tom!

Tom Lynn 06/24/12 - John -- Thanks for verifying. Was The Beezer born an Englishman? Perhaps it's just the name(s) that has made me think that. So, thanks for the insight, but additionally and more so, thanks for "bibulous/bibulousness"! That's a new one to me -- but one I will definitely incorporate into my Word Wealth verbiage! (Then again, didn't your parents and the Russells, et al., have their own "code words" and lingo for their camp happy hours? (Of course, Dad always told us about how Mr. Russell had a "combover" lock of hair that had its own name! It was called "Ol' Bill"!) -- TKL

Mac Mellor 06/24/12 - Leslie Manning was a master at the Taft School who mentioned to me in the Spring of 1957 that HBC needed a piano councilor that summer. He had retired from that post. During the academic year Manning taught Spanish and later was in change of the Taft School Archives. He may have tutored at HBC since the piano job was not exactly 24 hours/day. My guess is he was in his late 30s or early 40s in 1960. His nickname was Beezer. Mac

Steve Cunningham 06/24/12 - And thus our Dayman has solved another camp mystery below and clarified the name paradox. Thanks john-john!

John Mercer 06/24/12 - Tom, Exshaw and Manning are one in the same; He was perhaps adopted under the name of Exshaw but took the name of his adoptive parents later. But certainly one in the same; I knew him as Manning. And he was a great piano player! And a wacky guy - some sort of well-connected HBC theatre sort of guy. I remember him in elegant white pants (perhaps ducks) and perhaps the first v-neck sweater I ever noticed. He was a constant smoker and by the time I met him known for bibulousness.
        Your father's pictures and notes on the website make Exshaw and Manning one in the same. You can find these pictures by using the Search function at the home page and seeking "Exshaw."
        There is more detail to be had about his early past, I surprised it is not on the site somewhere. I'll include Brother Tom on the cc here, and see what he has to say.

Tom Lynn 06/24/12 - I do know that Dad said that Leslie Exshaw was a very good piano player and used to entertain the campers/counselors quite a bit with his skills on the 88's -- or, knowing HBC and its facilities -- maybe that would be on the 87's?
        I think this thing might possibly be related to any permutation/combination of the following: birth parents, remarriage(s), step-father, etc.

Steve Cunningham 06/24/12 - The mystery deepens: A 1951 (precamp) Homeletter states:
"Leslie Manning dates back farther in Hyde Bay history than any other member of the council. Many years ago, he was with us as a student, and later, a councilor."
        Yet there is no mention of "Leslie" Manning in the '30s Homeletters that we have, only the name "Leslie Exshaw."
        To confuse matters further, a 1932 (number 5) Homeletter states: "Mr. and Mrs. Manning are here this weekend."
        I do not believe Leslie Exshaw and Leslie Manning are the same person and that Mr. and Mrs. Manning may be unrelated.

Tom Lynn 06/24/12 - I wish Dear Old Dad were still here! I vaguely recall asking him the same thing because I noticed two different last names being used for the same guy. I'm not sure about the 1930s vs 1950s discrepancy, but I believe that it's the same person, though I can't recall the reason for the two names. Are you sure about the "1950s" dates?  Any of the elder Picketts still among us to answer this?


George Barker 06/23/12 [Passing on an email from Leslie Hills] - Do you know Hamilton Hackney? He made a donation to Gilman [in Warren Hills memory]. I have an address but I don't know who he is.

George Barker 06/23/12 - When we saw Leslie on Wednesday, she gave me a package of Hyde Bay stuff that you might be interested in. Much of it relates to the 1976 Durbar held at Rathbun's. The items are best described to you verbally -- too many to scan.


Jim Main 06/20/12 - Good Morning, Campers ... This one goes back to 1956 I think ... I believe this was written by Al Kerr for a tent play in the style of Gilbert & Sullivan's Mikado ... Wonderful remembrances along with the many other songs written by Mac Mellor the great thespian of the 50's and 60's ... Ah, it seems like yesterday ... Jimain,Jimain
PS: Sorry, I'm not yet good at Facebook, so I'm doing this by email ...

We're three Indian maidens, looking for a brave
Braves are not as brave as braves were in the olden days
For now we do the hunting, do the fishing, pitch the woo,
We are three Indian maidens on the loo, oo, oo oo oo oose ...

Mac Mellor 06/20/12 - You are too kind, Jim. Thanks, Mac


David Dube 06/20/12 - How about these memorable lines from one of the camp plays, could have been the same one? Just a snippet, and in my mind I have Josh delivering the lines? And, that line sometimes gets in my head and WONT go away, just like the many memories.

Ostentatious whippersnapper,
On your head I'll crush a clapper,
From a nearby churchyard steeple,
That I've used on other people.

Winston Wood 06/22/12 - I plead guilty to whippersnapper, but ostentatious? Never! You must confuse me with someone who went to Gilman.

David Dube 06/20/12 - For those of us younger “ostentatious whippersnappers” in the audience what the team in the theater department at Hyde Bay produced was nothing short on fantastic. The jumping out the side window by Josh and others comes to mind along with a play our tent did on a rock band , and singing Kingston trio songs like “ Did he even return” (I always wondered why when the woman threw Charlie a sandwich through the open window that she never put a dime in the sandwich so he could get off the train.

Great memories and great job by all of you theater geniuses. I still rely on great actors for some of the events we produce for corporate clients and the actors create those “magical moments”. Where is Josh Shoemaker these days?

Bruce -Fleur Winston and Chooch would appreciate being in the loop on this –I do not have their emails


Ralph Warren "Hillsy" Hills
1939 - 2012

Jocko McQuilkin 06/18/12 - If it were up to me (which it of course is not) I would scatter Warren Hills' ashes on the mighty Susquehanna and tie both a blue and a red trip bandana to the campers' rope swing tree in his honor. We will miss you, Hillsy.

George Barker 06/18/12 - Hillsy was a long-time camper and counselor in the 50s and I think even into the 60s. He was a long-time friend of mine, as noted in the obituary. When I talked yesterday with the guy who wrote the obituary, I mentioned Hillsy's activities at Hyde Bay a couple of times and he even asked me where Hyde Bay was located. Alas, the obituary, which I think is excellent by the way, does not mention the camp, although it was an integral part of Hillsy's life. His camp films are legendary. I am not sure where they are located but will ask Leslie Hills, Warren's widow, what she knows about them. George Barker

Steve, Thanks for your good wishes. Hillsy fought the good fight but he was ravaged by Parkinson's and dementia and his death was a blessing. As I said in my earlier email, Hyde Bay was an integral part of his life. Do you know anything about the whereabouts of his movies? He was quite a cinematographer. Best regards, George


Steve Cunningham 06/18/12 - Fred Gale was last known to have had Hillsy's videos transferred to digital format. Fred showed a somewhat shortened version, dubbed with '60s music, at the last Durbar in Cooperstown. I do not know if he had returned the original video to Hillsy. Fred is still working on an even more edited version to make the content a bit shorter. At Durbar, when the lights went off and Hillsy's movies began, several of the drunken campers fell asleep after awhile in spite of Fred's humorously apropos and cleverly dubbed music.

George Barker to Fred Gale 06/18/12 - Fred, Judging from the email from Steve Cunningham that is set forth below, it sounds like you might have the Hillsy-movie situation in control. I can get access to whatever inventory he may have had and if there is anything that you would like me to do with what is there, just let me know. George Barker

Mike Hilliard (from facebook) 06/18/12 - I thought this Baltimore Sun Article concerning the recent death of Warren "Hillsy" Hills might be of interest to campers. Here's the link:http://www.baltimoresun.com/ news/obituaries/ bs-md-ob-ralph-warren-hills-201 20617,0,3251608.story


Mike Hilliard 06/18/12 (FB) - I remember as a child, I don't even think I was a camper, following him around fascinated by him and his audio visual equipment. I regret not having trying to connect with him, as we both lived our lives in Baltimore.

Joshua L. Shoemaker 06/18/12 (FB)-  R.I.P., Hillsy. Thanks for this, Mike. I remember leaning over his shoulder as he edited audio tape on an old reel-to-reel tape recorder in the theater. I think it must have been for "My Fair Pierre" or another Mellor/Main extravaganza. It's the first time I became conscious of what editing is. I also remember his mellifluous announcer's voice.

John Mercer 06/18/12 (FB) - Thanks for posting this, Mike. Thinking of Hillsy, I always see him as a handsome twelve or thirteen-year-old interested in absolutely everything.

Steve Cunningham 06/18/12 (FB)- Thanks, Mike. Winston Wood sent me the bad news this morning.

Winston Wood 06/18/12 - Wasn’t Warren Hills a counselor at camp back in the late 50s-early ‘60s?


Mike Hilliard 06/18/12 - Yes, he was.

Steve Cunningham 06/18/12 - Winston, Thanks for the heads-up. Yes, Warren was at camp and worked on the technical aspects of theater plays. I hate it when I have to add an obituary to "Checked Back Into Camp." As you know, Fred Gail is working on the original footage of Warren's camp movies.


Jimmy High 06/16/12 - I believe I attended in the late 50's early, 60's. I moved to Cooperstown as a permanent resident in 2001.


Jeff Lew of ECSC 06/15/12 - Steve, Very nice to hear from you. Thanks for keeping our correspondence active on the HBC site. Please remind me of the HBC website address.

Coincidentally, we just June 8-10 had another gathering at Cooperstown. This was a special one because we had located one of our campers who had been there from 1931-1939. ALL of those years. She is with cane in the attached photo. (I am in back with ball cap). Her eyesight is poor and her legs are weak but her mind and memory are sharp as tacks. She told us all about camp in those ancient times.

ECSC Reunion

A caution about our website. I am the website keeper and I am swamped with many other things. Consequently, I have neglected to keep the website up to date. Not as professional about this as you dedicated HBC alumni. Sorry. The link on the website to me works and you or any interested HBC-person can contact me by e-mail if we an help with any information/recollections.

A question that HBC members might help with.... When a counselor in the 1960's I visited a local site at Cooperstown called "Natty Bumpo's Cave". It is on the East Lake Road side of town, near Cooperstown. It is high up on the mountain. For years we have had our reunions in June and several times I tried to hike to it. Did not get there. It is a recognized landmark with its own roadside sign. But not even many of Cooperstown residents (at least not the many I have asked) no exactly how to get to it. I did find a local at the supermarket who gave some directions but it was too late in the trip to try. Maybe next time. Got any details about this site?

Am also interested in the HBC map showing locations of buildings and other campsite geographical features. We don't have one for ECSC but I asked one of our more artistically talented "campers" to make one. If yours is still on your website I may get a copy or direct her to view it for a model.

Stay young


Jeff Lew, 06/18/12 - Steve [and Larry], Thanks sooo much. Am encouraged to make another attempt at next opportunity.

I agree with the description. We did try going up from the sign a couple of years ago. Really really steep. I was feeling it but not totally winded. However, one of the guys in our group was having difficulty so we turned back before going any higher.

I asked the cashier at the Price Chopper supermarket on 28 ( as I often do when I get to talk to a potentially "native" Cooperstowner) if he was from town and if so, did he know how to get to Natty Bumppo's cave. He said yes and no but the next woman in line said SHE knew how to get there. She said to take a right turn up a road that branched off of the East Lake road after it made the curve out of town and headed north. This is supposedly the road where the Clark property caretakers live. She said you could park your car on this road. Then there is some hiking which I believe is in a north-easterly direction. She mentioned that the rocky formation is close by the "star field". In past years I have noticed that by viewing the mountain from the west lake road there is a clearing in the woods in the general vicinity we are discussing that appears to resemble a star shape. So apparently there is a brute force method of climbing up from below and a more sedentary but still vague path by road and pasture. Maybe next year.

Larry Pickett 06/16/12 - As I remember it, Natty Bumpo's cave was directly up the hill from the sign. It was steep hike and quite a ways up. The cave is really a shale outcrop with a chimney from the base to the top. Not so much a cave in the Howe caverns sense as a deep clef in the shale.

Steve Cunnngham - 06/06/12 - Something to tuck away 'till next year: I'm sure you'll be able to pinpoint the location of Natty Bumppo's Cave using these two websites. Both maps are clickable to zoom in/out and shift left/right/up/down.
Photograph of cave and arial view
Topo map of area


Colin Murray 06/09/12 - Goodness! All the time and effort you've invested in the HBC saga makes you a forensic anthropologist of the first order. You deserve the movie rights for your labors. Impressive accomplishment. Wish I had photos to contribute; however, brother Eric was a photog and might just have a gem or two.


Steve Cunningham 06/09/12 - John Mercer published the HBC website in 2001. He passed it me in 2009 to bridge the gap between the "Old Guard"and the next generation of campers. I redesigned John's HBC website and took it from there.


Tom Lynn 06/08/12 - Didn't I hear at a Durbar that someone still has his last nightstand? If so, it would be cool to see a photo of it! (We might need to start a Hyde Bay Camp online store. We could sell replicas of nightstands, old Royal Palm "collectible" bottles -- and frozen Zero bars! (Any other thoughts on what we could "sell"?!) For the store: lanyards, leather belts, and spare gymp? And, Henry's recipe for _________________ (fill in the blank)?


Steve Cunningham 06/14/12 - Don't forget Tootsie Rolls, Sky bars Fireballs and Fizzies, tho' I don't think anyone eats that stuff anymore - maybe Fireballs. We could send an archaeological team to dig up junk from around the campus and sell pieces of it. Or, just sell beach muck from the shoreline. I would love to have a baggie of beach muck, with a note of authenticity, adorning our mantle.


Stan Heuisler 06/07/2012 - [About his family's busy schedule]...Better'n beating Linky and Pansey, the Hammer Brothers, at Chenango. I remember one game when I spent the time in the third base box convincing them our pitcher was throwing spitballs. Duuuuumb.


Stan Heuisler 02/22/2012 - Stan and Betsey Heuisler will be pleased to hold a very informal Hyde Bay mini-Reunion brunch at 105 Deepdene Road on Sunday, April 22nd at noon. That's in Baltimore right down the hill from Eddie's Market and right around the corner from Gilman School. We'll have deli and sides and other stuff and beer, wine and beverages. Pot luck contributions always welcome but not needed. Spread the word in Baltimore (and elsewhere)1 my e-mail is stanheuis@AOL.com


Peter Wells 01/18/2012 - I was a junior counselor at Hyde Bay for two years. I think I have some pics from then and will upload them as soon as I can find them. Happy memories.


Steve Cunningham 01/18/2012 - Welcome back to camp, Peter. Stay in touch. Check out our facebook group.






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