dibbons
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Back in the 1960's I attended the two-week summer sessions for two years in a row along with my first cousin of the same age (open for boys ages 6-15). One of the activities was target practice with .22 rifles. We saved ammunition by having our "loader" place an empty cartridge in the single shot chamber at random times. We would slowly squeeze off the trigger, not knowing whether the firearm was loaded with a live round or not. Spotters would let us know where we hit the target. (see foto 1)
On one outing, we stopped at a small lake where some of us went for a short swim (not me). When we returned to camp, I noticed one of the counselors in the shower room had an ugly birthmark on this thigh. Turned out it was a leech that clinged onto him during his swim in the pond.
Before I was "tested" in the little row boat to find if I was qualified to go out in the water on my own, my cousin told me to drag one oar in the water. So I did what he told me during the practical exam. The counselor failed me when I went to demonstrate my paddling skills. Don't know why my cousin told me to do it that way. (see foto 2)
We had a lapidary class. What I never could understand is how the spinning wheel could cut stone, while if we put our finger up against it, it would not cut us. (see foto 3)
There was a whole list of items we were told to bring with us. Mom had to sew labels on everything with my name on them. Towels, underwear, etc. I had a good time, but it was nothing out of the ordinary because Dad had a farm/ranch I would visit with him on the weekends during my grade school years anyway.
Mohawk Boys Camp Re-Enactment
On one outing, we stopped at a small lake where some of us went for a short swim (not me). When we returned to camp, I noticed one of the counselors in the shower room had an ugly birthmark on this thigh. Turned out it was a leech that clinged onto him during his swim in the pond.
Before I was "tested" in the little row boat to find if I was qualified to go out in the water on my own, my cousin told me to drag one oar in the water. So I did what he told me during the practical exam. The counselor failed me when I went to demonstrate my paddling skills. Don't know why my cousin told me to do it that way. (see foto 2)
We had a lapidary class. What I never could understand is how the spinning wheel could cut stone, while if we put our finger up against it, it would not cut us. (see foto 3)
There was a whole list of items we were told to bring with us. Mom had to sew labels on everything with my name on them. Towels, underwear, etc. I had a good time, but it was nothing out of the ordinary because Dad had a farm/ranch I would visit with him on the weekends during my grade school years anyway.
Mohawk Boys Camp Re-Enactment
