Kingswood For Life Issue 2
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LISTEN TO THE LOONS<br />
HOW WE GOT KINGSWOOD<br />
Part 1<br />
Kids want to know how it happened that the<br />
Wipflers came to own <strong>Kingswood</strong>. It goes like this:<br />
Both my father and mother were educators in<br />
Elmira, New York near the Finger Lakes region of upstate<br />
New York. In 1951, when I was four years old, dad took<br />
a summer camp job at Camp Norway on Lake Fairlee, in<br />
Ely, Vermont ? not far at all from <strong>Kingswood</strong>,<br />
coincidentally. My brother Billy at age seven was placed<br />
in Cabin 2, while little Bobby was stuck living with my<br />
mother in a dreary house at the edge of a lagoon coming<br />
off Lake Fairlee. Oh, how I hated that place and I ran<br />
away from mom whenever she was not watching closely.<br />
Oh, come on mom, putting that fragile eye-hook lock on<br />
the screen door was no deterrent whatsoever to this<br />
curious little four year old. Mom, however, died a<br />
thousand deaths every time I was found to be missing<br />
since the trail off to camp went along the edge of the<br />
dark, swampy water. But, I always made it to Cabin 1<br />
where Charley Wilhite or George West slid me under the<br />
bed whenever they heard my mother calling out my<br />
name. I can still hear them today saying ?Oh, no, Mrs.<br />
Wipfler. We have not seen Bobby all day long? ? One<br />
deliriously happy little boy emerged from his hiding place;<br />
he was now a camper!<br />
I have plenty of stories to relate about those<br />
Norway years, but they can wait for another day since this<br />
report needs to fast forward to the <strong>Kingswood</strong> years.<br />
Simply stated, I stayed at Norway for the next eighteen<br />
years until I had graduated from Washington & Lee<br />
University and taken a teaching position at Landon<br />
School in Bethesda, Maryland. It was through Landon<br />
friends that I met Alice and after we got married in 1971,<br />
I took a summer off from camp to get my Masters Degree<br />
from Georgetown University. That damned near killed<br />
me ? not that the curriculum was difficult ? but I was not<br />
at camp. We fixed that fast and the next summer found<br />
Alice and me at Camp Wachusett on Little Squam Lake<br />
in central New Hampshire.<br />
Alice and I loved every minute of our thirteen<br />
year stint at Wachusett. But, by adding eighteen and<br />
thirteen, you get to thirty-one summers at camping for<br />
me. By 1980 or so, I had gotten the itch to run a camp<br />
on my own.<br />
Graffiti from the Hilly 1 Cabin wall and<br />
ceiling adorn the margins of this report.