In 1992, I spent my summer working at Camp Taconic in Red Hook, NY. Every year, Rev. Jay Bergers would come to Eastern Nazarene College and hire 12 students for the summer. Not a fan of interviews, I almost didn't go to mine. My friend, Sarah, said, "How will you know if you are suppose to be there if you don't even go to the interview?" I am so thankful that I went.
The rest of the team knew each other well. As a grad student, I didn't have classes with any of them. I crossed paths with some through the cafeteria, but that was it. Whenever I mentioned who I would be working with, I would hear many wonderful things about each person. Even before I was hired for Camp Taconic, I heard the most about a Jim Druart.
After the team was chosen, we began to meet on a weekly basis to pray and start team building. (To read about a note Jim sent to me, click here.) I enjoyed those times together and can still picture us laughing through a crowdbreaker and then praying together. (One time I remember being beside Jim and the team held hands as we prayed that week. I didn't know "what" it was yet, but I knew there was "something" about him.)
When my parents drove me from Moncton to Red Hook in June, there were many hilarious moments with Uncle Donald and Aunt Muriel along the way. To name a few...
...Leaving something behind in the gas station
...Giggling in the changing room of a fancy department store
...Attempting to drive from the passenger seat
...Looking for a rain coat in a little town
Sunday Morning in Dorchester, MA
Visiting with Charlie & Lorna Owens
When we arrived at the camp, the guys were playing basketball and they came over to help me move in to the camp dorm. (To be honest, I thought it was Tim who came over to help, but Jim said it was all of them!) Months later I heard what Dad said when he saw them. Remembering his camp days with mom, he said to her, "Looks like it will be a fun summer!" Oh my goodness, Dad!