Summer Camp

Inside the journal that I kept during my stay at Pekin Federal Prison I found a picture that my friend Becky had sent me in a letter. It was a picture of us at summer camp. We must have been about 10 years old. Becky Sumpter, Sheryl Martz, Debbie Pippenger, and I went to Camp Tannadoona together. The three of them are on their knees in the picture holding the sign, I am standing behind Becky on the right. We are posing at the top of the stairs. At Camp Tannadoona you have to take 99 stairs to get down to the lake, the hard part is climbing back up those stairs after your done swimming.

Becky wrote letters to me while I was imprisoned, I am sure she sent this picture just to make me smile. It did then and it did again the other day when I rediscovered my journal.

Perfect timing really because Tilly just got home from Quaker Haven church camp today. She had a blast. She enthusiastically has been telling me about all the fun things they did...capture the flag, a talent show, silly cabin capers, boating with her counselor (who told Tilly's grandma when she picked her up today that Tilly was her all time favorite camper), KP duty and scavenger hunts. She also told me about "cry night" - she said that cry night was the night that the pastor preached about all that Jesus had done for them and they all prayed. And that "everyone cried"..."even the boys" she said.

I think Tilly got a kick out of seeing my picture from summer camp. I am so glad that she and Cooper both had the opportunity to go to camp again this summer. They both say they can't wait until next year.