I am writing this letter after reading the article describing the situation that is now facing Camp Artaban - my most favourite place on Planet Earth.
|Craft time at Camp Artaban on Gambier Island - making candles|
I was a little girl of 10 the first time I was a camper, when my mother said she was sending me to camp, I collapsed in a heap of tears. I did not see this as a "fun" thing, rather I thought it was a major rejection on the part of my mother who truly just wanted to "get rid of me" - of that I was quite sure.
The morning I was to go to Camp Artaban I woke up with a horrible sickly feeling in my stomach - I memorized every thing in my bedroom with the firm conviction I would probably never see them again! My mother packed me and my little suitcase in the family car and off we went. I could barely kiss my mother goodbye my heart was breaking so badly.
Slowly I walked down the ramp onto the boat that was going to take us to camp - a tragic figure indeed until I looked up and - I knew girls on that boat! In a matter of seconds I barely remembered to feel sorry for myself as I flew from one friendly face to another, chirping away in excitement that we were all off to the same place. I was so delighted at the adventure of going somewhere with my friends I almost forgot to wave goodbye to my mother!
This was the beginning of my long and loving relationship with Camp Artaban - a place where I regularly re-laid my heart from the time I was 10 until I was in my early twenties. I went from camper, to hut leader to being on the staff. The people I met there had a huge impact on my life, more then I could ever say.
How tragic that such a marvellous educational, spiritual and fellowship-making place as Camp Artaban should be under threat. What is wrong with us that we could ever consider anything negative happening to that magical place? Whilst I know I am not the brightest crayon in the box, I would like to give some suggestions - mainly that I hope others will put their thinking caps on as well to ensure that thousands of future children will have the same magical, golden times I had at Camp Artaban.
As a member of the Anglican Church, I appeal to all of you please help keep the spirit and existence of Camp Artaban strong for many, many years to come.