When I was nine, my parents sent me to Camp Wingfoot for Girls in Madison, Ohio for two-months. I loved it. Most campers cried when their parents dropped them off. I cried when mine came to take me home.
My favorite activity was horseback riding, and I can still remember Ginger, Blacky and Ghost, three of my favorites. But I loved everything about camp for the five summers I spent there.
Recently, after dinner with friends, we started singing camp songs we remembered from whatever camp we attended. The next day, I Googled Camp Wingfoot to see if it still exists. No, it closed in 1985, but its brother camp (Roosevelt) is still operating.
And there is a Facebook group of Wingfoot alumnae! To join, one has to answer some questions about the camp, like the name of the building where the owners lived. I didn’t know that, but I wrote a couple things I did remember and said my brother had gone to Roosevelt, and they accepted me! The group has 366 members, counting me and a not-too-bad website. I’m probably the oldest member because the Facebook page is only fourteen years old. However, because it is a Facebook group, it tells you if anybody is a friend of a friend of yours and sure enough, a good, younger friend of mine, is friends with a Wingfoot alumna.
Of course, the website has a few pages devoted to Camp songs. Fortunately, I was alone in my apartment because…I sang them all.