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 »

Yesterday (8/31/2008) I was speaking with Charlie Hughes and he suggested that I check out Chanco Once.  Wow, the photos bring back memories and names I had thought I'd forgotten!   continue reading »

Hey!  I have been waiting for this.  Thank you Greg!   continue reading »

Since camp... I taught third grade for 8 years and in that time I got married and divorced, went to graduate school, went to massage school, studied various healing art forms, obtained my license to become a Professional Counselor, and opened a successful private practice in Virginia Beach.  continue reading »

Never imagined there would be a Chanco web site. When I was at Chanco we were lucky to have a tent that did not leak and a hot shower that lasted longer than two minutes. Funny thing is that it was some of the best times of my life that I continue to cherrish to this day. I will never forget the friendship created and the wonderful people that bonded as one for about ten days. For that period of time everyone was equal and life stood still. Often I think back to those simple days and wonder why society can not take a page from the Chanco's ways.  continue reading »

Hello to all of my old friends! I think of you and Camp Chanco all of the time!

I first came to Camp Chanco when I was 10 - Kevin Gallagher was my counselor, and my cabin mate was Barry Poe....we were in John, in the cabin with the cross on the roof. We had cold showers and a pit toilet. I was hooked!  continue reading »

Greetings to all!

It is hard to believe that it has been 35 years since Chanco became such a huge part of my life.  The reverberations continue.  Just the other day, I picked up my two oldest children from their first week at Sheldon-Calvary Camp, an Episcopal camp on the shore of Lake Erie.  The songs, the skits, the smell of mildew, bug spray, and the joy of the experience they had there (so similar to Chanco) made me ecstatic.  They are both already talking about growing up to be staff members.  continue reading »