Knobby’s Story
“My first year at camp was 1948 or 1949. At that time a large tent on a platform was used for dining. During the a summer in the 1950’s a day before camp opened a big wind storm came through and knocked the tent down and ripped it badly and of course dropped it on the platform. Fortunately, that year I had with me my sailors palm and a good strong needle so it fell to my lot to mend the great rip and it held up through the summer. Now that is the introduction, my story follows, how much later I forget. I had a camper that had to catch a 4:00 am train from Utterson to Toronto. So in the early hours of the morning we walked out to the station from camp and I saw him off. It was the walk back across 400, past Mary Lake and finally on to the camp road. I had gotten over the first few knolls when in the early hours I heard the kids singing after breakfast. It was heavenly; a sunrise, early morning mist, a few birds chirping. I was dog tired and hearing the after breakfast singing; Wow! We sang our hearts out back then and we still sing most of those same tunes today.”
Richard ‘Knobby’ Iseminger
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