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Camp Gregory Camp for Boys, Crystal Lake, Gray.
I attended Camp Gregory for seven Summer's from age 7 in 1962 to age 14 in 1969.most of the activities at camp were a lot of fun. I particularly enjoyed baseball and archery. Every summer, the older campers went on a three day trip to Mt. Washington, NH. We hiked the Tuckerman Ravine trail on the second day with rest and campfire cooked meals on the other days.
The swimming area in this photo included the inner areas for the "B swimmers" and the outer and deeper area for the "A swimmers." The long building in the background was the log rec hall where we watched movies on Saturday nights and on rainy days. Overall, I really enjoyed my summers in those pine woods on Crystal Lake.
I attended Camp Gregory from 1963-1972. Initially, I was to be there for two weeks.
I enjoyed it so much I went on to be a full season camper for many summers until 1967. Afterwards, I continued as a dishwasher, councilor and maintenance. The many summers were great! I met many friends, enjoyed the
activities and the great environment. The canoe trips and the Mt. Washington climb were challenging and fun. I remember roller skating, horseback riding, the Old Orchard Beach excursion and the banquet at the end of the summer.
I completed the many Red Cross swiming courses up to Senior Lifeguard with (Rev.) Jim Morrison.
Also, the honor and privilege of being an alter boy serving under Father Knox.
This camp (open air cabins with squeaky canvas bunks) friends (Gabe's trumpet) and enviroment sculpted a big part of my life.
We honored our flag, developed our faith and respected and had fun with the staff. Many lessons learned! This camp contributed to our future adult lives.
To this day, once or twice a year, I walk the field, grove and pray at the shrine near the rectory.
Last But not least, This camp brought me to camp Pesky in 1971 (visiting Jim Morrison) where I met a councilor. To this day we have been married 44 years, have two daughters and two grandsons.
I hope everyone who contributed and took part at this camp have had a good an blessed life.
In regards to the waterfront picture. Can you imagine the "outrage" today, if the environmentalist could see the weekly Saturday evening when we all, soaped up and bathed?
I was there at age 12 with my brothers in 1958 and 1959. The activity I preferred was going dancing with real girls at Camp Pesquasawasis no too far away! Our parents were sending us there to help us learn English. But, there were so many other French kids that it was impossible to learn English...
And we started building the Chapel that summer.
I have many fond memories of Camp Gregory (1970-1972) in a most perfect summer job assisting Camp Director Tom LaPointe. All these years later, besides Tom, I remember some fascinating people - David Van Wyck, Barry Daniels, Milan Gallant, Rolf Diamond, Richard (the Swamp Monster), Gabe Williamson (?), Mike Malinky (see above), John LaPointe, Peter Ashley (?)... Fun times hand painting Barry's Karmann Ghia, retelling The Wizard of Oz to a handful of rapt little boys, my little brother was AWOL and picked up trying to hitchhike back to Portland with a fellow camper, girlfriend Anne was the camp nurse. Those were such joyful days -- utopian!
I have noticed how the cement wall with the camp's name on it is looking pretty shabby as of late. I Wonder if anyone would approach the Diocese and volunteer some time to get it back to its former glory? Just a thought. . .
I was a camp counselor there the summers of 1964 (when I was 17, and had just graduated from high school outside Philadelphia) and 1965 (after my freshman year at St. Joseph's, I was 18, in Phila. Best friend Joe Golding was there and somehow had a connection to somebody already working there