We sent our kids to camp and never got letters like that. Of course we were off on a cruise and they were enjoying riding horses and sliding down falls. We sent them to camp with candy and all the stuff they needed to bribe the counselors. Just this past weekend we chatted about camp with our adult children – in their 40’s, and it was the most enjoyable time of their life. So, I don’t know where these kids letters were sent from, but it was money well paid for us.
the letters made me think of Triumph the Dog, at the Attack of the Clones premier asking Darth Vader, “which one of these buttons calls your parents to pick you up” –
“Listen kid, you have no idea what HELL actually is!”
It’s not sitting around the campfire; it’s sitting -IN- the campfire for all Eternity. 🙁
Kayaking, canoeing, sailing and learning to light farts…… essentials for life in today’s world.
What isn’t said …… these camp letters are from 29 year old unemployed sons and daughters who live at home in their parents basement.
I wrote a letter home from camp like those. It was right after breakfast on the the second day of camp and I hadn’t made friends yet. By day five I was having the time of my life and never wanted to leave. My mother still has that letter and now we laugh about it.
Allan Sherman –
Hello Muddah, hello Fadduh,
Here I am at Camp Granada.
Camp is very entertaining,
And they say we’ll have some fun if it stops raining.
I went hiking with Joe Spivey.
He developed poison ivy.
You remember Leonard Skinner.
He got ptomaine poisoning last night after dinner.
All the counselors hate the waiters,
And the lake has alligators.
And the head coach wants no sissies,
So he reads to us from something called Ulysses.
Now I don’t want this should scare ya,
But my bunk mate has malaria.
You remember Jeffrey Hardy.
They’re about to organize a searching party.
Were these letters from “special” campers?
I have a 5 yo granddaughter with better penmanship than some of the letters.
Interesting how so many begged for candy, and Mooch wonders why kids are fat.
It’s not the food Moose, it’s the parents.
The idea is great but the target is wrong.
Makes no difference what you feed them at lunch when a gameboy and TV are activities after a dinner of processed food and empty calories.
OTD… yeah, my thoughts exactly. Kids today… are so addicted to Candy! I was never that way. Or my brother for that matter. My Halloween Candy would last till next Halloween!
Speaking of siblings and candy, when we were allowed to go to the movies, each got a quarter, 10 cents to get in and the rest for junk. Yes, I’m that old.
Always got Good and Plenty, not because I particularly liked licorice but because my sisters hated it. I could shake the box like Choo-choo Charlie at them and they would flip their hair and make a face. Could make a box last a week, drove them nuts.
Good times, good times.
I’ve seen student essays from seniors in High School with handwriting like these!
Yep. First thing that popped into my head on this subject.