1987

Casey Morris

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Jenny Belote Wells

I started my camp experience as a staff brat at age 6. My mother was the camp nurse for one, two week, session and my brother John (then called Andy) and I each stayed a week. I'm the youngest of 5 and all of my siblings had been to camp before me, so I was destined to become a faithful Alumni. I loved my first experience with my mother and couldn't wait to become an official camper.  continue reading »

Heather Hall Martin then; Heather Martin Swift now

My dad, The Rev. Alfred C Martin (Mom - Diane) had 9 children and sent us all off to Chanco. 1971-1976, I was a chaplain's brat staying in the chaplain's hut while Dirck and the older sibs were at camp.

Dirck '62, Laura '63, Lee Lee '63, Kyle '65, Brian '66, Heather '67, Bruce '69, Watson '71, Anna '78

1977, Session 1 - Campsite Mark

1978, Session 2 - Campsite Mark

1979, Session 3 -

1979, Session 4 -

1980, Spelunking

1981, Spelunking and rock climbing (Seneca Rocks, WV)  continue reading »

The Butter Cookies: in... Kangaroo Court!

As someone who was only ever a camper at Chanco, I have a much different perspective on the Chanco experience than do those who were counselors, especially those who were counselors for years and years, longer than they were ever campers. A lot of the in-jokes that might make sense to any counselor who ever encountered this website seem fuzzy at best to me. Instead, I have the perspective of one who was always a camper, and never quite knew what was going on when we campers were in bed or otherwise not around. Sometimes, though, the counselors would make veiled references to these things, and we campers would pick up on half of a story even as the rest of the story was forever hidden from us. This is a story like that, and therefore, it's not complete. I can only offer my incomplete perspective as a camper who was around for it, but never quite knew what was going on.

One thing about the camper/counselor relationship that I definitely remember from my days as a camper, especially in my younger years,  continue reading »

Raids, Love-raids, and Serenades

During the 7 years it takes to get from age 10 to age 16, a lot of things change in a person's life--so much more than changes in any given 7-year period of adulthood, or at least that's how it seems. One big thing that changed for me was my attitude, as well as those of the boys around me, towards girls. The first summer I went to camp, when I was 10 years old, the boys in my campsite and I presented a united front: girls were annoying and we wanted little to do with them. This was an easy stance to take, and in my own prepubescent infinite wisdom, I never imagined that I'd change my mind about it.

The first year I was at camp, when I was 10, my campsite (Luke II) staged a raid on a girls' campsite. This involved all of us waking up in the dead of night--probably really only at midnight or thereabouts, which seems incredibly early to me now, but would have been insanely late by the standards of an 10 year old with a 9 PM bedtime when he was at home. We then snuck down the path past the bathhouse, very quietly and with no flashlights at all. Once we arrived in the girls' campsite  continue reading »

Andrew Necci

Attended Chanco for 7 straight years, starting when I was 10 and continuing until the summer before my senior year of high school, when I was 16. Was initiated into Order Of Chanco in 1989, first year at the new camp. We had to have the big Indian Night ceremony in the dining hall due to the rain, but it was still pretty amazing. After that, Jr. High conference for two years, and Sr. High conference once.  continue reading »

Emma Ford

 I was 11 years old, and a chubby, pink-cheeked, dorky little camper with a weird English accent the first year I went to Chanco ('87) and was sooooo scared to have to stay overnight at this weird place in the woods where I didn't know anyone (the OLD chanco... just to date myself a little)  continue reading »

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