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…

Mother/Son Hucksters – Annie Perley and Issac Frazier

Mother/Son Camp Huckster Ceremony :  It was 1997 and I was 16 years old. I drove away from camp that day with tears in my eyes not knowing how I would ever re-create the joy I felt during my seven summers at camp, in the outside world – and here I am 19 years later with tears in my eyes realizing that I have been able to do that and so much more.  Little did I know, that in 2004 I would be given the most incredible gift of a son. There have been ups and downs, hard times and Read More…

Letters From Camp by Julia Himmelberger (July CIT ’16)

  Since I was ten, I’ve been going to the same sleepaway camp every summer. Leaving my phone and parents behind for two weeks to relax under the pines, sail off the shores of Lake Ossipee, sing songs, laugh until my stomach hurts, and have strangers become sisters in just 14 days, has been something I have cherished as the kick-off to my summers. Going to an all girls camp, I am free to live without the judgment from the other gender. Living without showering for days on end with just the cool lake waters to wash away the dirt Read More…

Huckins by Megan DuFault

The first time I drove through the white gates of Camp Nellie Huckins, I knew it would have a place in my heart forever. The cabins were lined up in alphabetical order. The sun shone through the trees and sparkled brightly on the lake. But even brighter than that, were the smiles on the girls. Hundreds of girls, isolated from technology and the real world, gathered in a little piece of paradise for a short 2 weeks. Each day, I woke up to the calls of the loons. The grasshoppers chirped from the woods. My bunk bed squeaked each time Read More…

Huckster Card – 2015

I can’t imagine what I would have done without Huckins these past 5 years. Huckins has given me a self confidence I never knew I had. At Huckins I am never afraid to truly be myself. I have made friendships here that I never could have made anywhere else. I have made so many memories here too; like playing manhunt on the island, waterskiing around the lake, going on hikes and fishing with Jody as a junior. Without Huckins my life wouldn’t be the same. Huckins allows you to be your true self without being judged; it also allows you Read More…

Senior Assembly Presentation by Natalie James (SC ’16)

When I was nine years old I said goodbye to my parents for two weeks in a strange place that I have never seen before. Instead of answering to them, I would now be left with two teenagers whom I had never met before to look after me. I was terrified. My parents, and my home were a nine hour drive away, and being seven years short of the driving age, I was trapped in the woods of New Hampshire for the first part of my summer. Now, this explanation makes a camp seem like a prison. And at the Read More…

College Essay by Eva Gaufberg (double SC in ’16)

As rows of campers fill the wooden chapel, I sit with my unlit candle and watch.  We are surrounded by nature; the stars and moon peek through the tree line, watching as we begin a custom I know by heart.  On this last night of summer camp our Director Jody begins the candlelight ceremony and I reflect on the experiences that have brought me to this exact moment…. Most mornings at Camp Huckins, the eerie yet soothing sound of loons flows through the cool air, just before the bugle blows. As I open my eyes and peer out the window, Read More…

A Huckins Poem

I Am Huckins By Madison Cilk (August 2014 CIT)   I am from the tall pines, shading me from the summer sun. I am from chocolate chip pudding. I am from Sundae Sunday. I am from “Let’s ‘Nellie-Skip’ ladies!”   I am from the hopes of getting a letter. I am from rarely getting a package. I am from “Ladies! Please quiet down! It’s past taps!” I am from Olympic Day.   I am from loon calls, singing me their haunting songs late at night. I am from Taylor Swift songs every morning. I am from capers. I am from Read More…