I went through some old photo albums and scanned a number of pictures, because The Wilds is having "Classic November" where they will upload old pics to their FB page. These really brought back memories.
This was junior camp - a CITer was my assistant that week - and we only had four little campers that week. It was a great week, even in an old-fashioned birdhouse. Campers today have no idea how much nicer their camp experience is.
One summer was a Hatfields/McCoys theme, so for the the staff dinner we had a "pig-pickin" instead of the usual steak meal. I went the night before to help process the pig. The head second from left is mine. Somewhere is a picture of me holding the two kidneys, removed right from the pig, but it has disappeared somewhere in the succeeding years.
Camp kids - always precious. This was during one of my receptionist summers. Both of these toddlers are now grown men with families of their own.
These old Wilds memories are precious. I learned much during that time about character, sacrifice, and doing whatever needed to be done to keep the ministry going. It was a time of great friendships, great opportunities, and lots of immersion in spiritual matters.