Chapel Talk by Senior Counselor Julia Himmelberger

The following poem is called “The Dash” by Linda Ellis. I came across it this past year and really loved the meaning of it, so I’ve adapted the end of it to fit camp. It reads: I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend. He referred to the dates on her tombstone, from the beginning to the end. He noted that first came the date of her birth, and spoke of the second date with tears. But he said what mattered most of all was the dash between those years. For that dash Read More…

Jody’s 50th Song (to the tune of “The Other Day, I Saw a Bear” by Diane Jackson Gow, Susan Blondell Lindblad and Joanne Howard Landry

She started out in Cabin T. We did not know how long she’d be. She started out in Cabin T. We did not know how long she’d be.   She jumped and swam and waterskied. She climbed some trees and skinned her knee. She jumped and swam and water skied. She climbed some trees and skinned her knee.   She made it through the CITS and made new friends as a JC. She made it through the CITS and made new friends as a JC.   The Junior kids were her big thing. She climbed the bars and pushed a Read More…

“Love the Life You Live” by Soe and Kiki Herman-Dunphy (staff 2018)

Love the life you live with all your heart and All your soul and all your mind and Love all humankind as you would Love yourself and   Love the life you live with all your heart And all your soul and mind and Let your light shine   We’ve got all our lives to live We’ve got all our hearts to give We’ve got all our lives to give We’ve got love inside our souls and it will make us whole   (sing the song through twice)

Chapel Talk by Liz Serio Eskenazi (CIT Counselor ’05)

“If you don’t like the way the world is, you can change it. You have an obligation to change it. You do it one step at a time” Marian Edelman What keeps campers coming back each summer as things change all around them at home – in school – in sports? Some of these campers keep coming for longer to be counselors. How is it possible that there is something here – so strong and so loved that draws all Huckonians back? I think that it is many things. It is the beauty in the wet grass in the morning, the lake Read More…

Chapel Talk by Izzy Ward (2018 SC in Cabin P and Double Huckster)

Chapel Talk July 17: A couple of months ago a family friend of mine asked me what my favorite thing about camp was. Ten years ago, I would have probably said decorating a clipboard in the craft shop or playing categories off the slide. Instead, however, I explained that my favorite thing about camp is that no matter the stress you face in the outside world or how long you have been away, camp always seems to remain the same. Each year may bring new faces and adventures you’ve never experienced before, but at the same time, we always seem Read More…

2017 Chapel Talk by Cat Maker (SC)

Ladies (and a few gentlemen), Congratulations on two, four, or nine weeks. You made it. You’re going back into the real world and it’s exciting, sad, and for some who are off to new things, it might also be a little scary. Now I could talk about all the things we’re gonna miss, all the things I love about camp, but I won’t. Because that’s not what today’s about. Today is about going back into the world, and figuring out how you’re gonna bring some of that Nellie spirit with you. I want everyone to look around right now. Look Read More…

Dear Old Camp Huckins by Nancy King Reilly ’44-’50

When I was ten years old my mother sent me off to camp for four weeks. She needed a rest more than I did, I fear. How I loved it! I sang camp songs and wrote to my new-found friends all that winter and returned the following summer. As a matter of fact, I returned for six summers. Each camp experience enriched my life and taught me valuable lessons in tolerance and understanding.               My last year at camp I was a counselor, responsible for several seven year olds. I think I grew up more in those six weeks than Read More…

Alumnae Weekend by S. Goodnough ’48-’55

“Alumnae Weekend”   And then we meet again Just around the bend I meet a Huckins girl And she becomes my friend You can see it in her face A happiness and grace A love that stirs so deep It dances in her sleep The dream that summer’s here, And Huckins days are near, How can it be so sweet This gift of finest wheat Sixty years have gone by As quickly as a sigh Today I was only eight Because it’s never too late To be a child once more To remember and reach out To days of happiness Read More…