Dear parents:
It is hard to believe that an entire year has gone by since the last email. But here we are again at the Great Lakes Summer Camp. The main crew left our Headquarters in Spring Grove Pennsylvania on Saturday Morning and drove through the day till we arrived in Indiana where we started picking up the young men who had arrived by plane. Saturday night was spent at the house of a friend whose hospitality was prodigious. After getting settled in, our friend, Mr. Martinez took us all, staff and participants, to a Mexican restaurant where we had some amazing food and the more adventurous boys decided to try their manhood to a test of hot peppers. There may have been tears shed but we won’t tell from whom they came.
Since the night air was cool, we spent a pleasant night in
the screened in porch of Mr. Martinez’s guest accommodations. The next morning we had to hurry up and wait
while breakfast was prepared and people showered. The participants chipped in to help set the
table and then later to wash the dishes.
After a staff meeting, we packed the vans full and headed out to the
camp.
We were
greeted at the camp by the smiling face of Mr. Jacob Weber, waiting patiently
with his father, who had kindly driven him down to help us. All the boys who were with us jumped right in
and started helping clean out the vans, the fact that we were not going to eat
lunch till the vans were empty may have had something to do with it but we’ll
just say that they were a great help all the same. Lunch soon arrived in the form of pizza from
a local shop and was promptly devoured down to the crumbs. Assignments were given out and the setup went
without a hitch. By the time the majority
of boys started arriving, we were putting finishing touches on the decoration.
Some tours
were given to parents...wait I don’t need to tell you about that. Anyway, after all the boys arrived, there
were some activities in the game field.
Then we prepared for Sunday Mass by putting on our best clothes. The priest, Canon Coggeshall, member of the
Institute of Christ the King Sovereign Priest arrived to celebrate the
immemorial sacrifice of the Mass according to the ancient usage of the Church
in Latin. First, the boys were invited
to go to confession in order to set the tone for the camp and offer the
sacrament to those that wished. Then
came the the Mass, solemn, sacred and devout.
The sermon, following the theme of Our Lord’s warning about wolves in
sheeps clothing, was singularly appropriate for our confusing times. The priest clearly explained Catholic
doctrine regarding our duties and obligations towards our shepherds meanwhile
giving excellent sources to go to for future study.
After Mass there was dinner that
had a Tex-Mex character to it, though any purist would probably deny that there
was anything Mexican about it. I cannot
judge the national merits of the meal but can say that it certainly filled an
empty void that needed filling. Ice
cream for dessert with cherries and chocolate syrup on top may have pushed the
meal into the realm of intemperance but we are preparing for tomorrow's battle
here so please grant us a little indulgence on that account.
After Mass there was dinner that had a Tex-Mex character to it, though any purist would probably deny that there was anything Mexican about it. I cannot judge the national merits of the meal but can say that it certainly filled an empty void that needed filling. Ice cream for dessert with cherries and chocolate syrup on top may have pushed the meal into the realm of intemperance but we are preparing for tomorrow's battle here so please grant us a little indulgence on that account.
Guards with flashlights must track down hiding prisoners who do their best to keep the prisons clear while avoiding capture. Meanwhile, the attending fathers were discussing various topics of extreme import to the future of the world while liberating some poor spirits that had been trapped in glass bottles for decades. We may not have solved all the world’s problems last night but we considered it only fair to leave some for the next generation to try their hand at. Then, long after the last boys had gone to sleep, we decided it was time to call it a night. That is all till tomorrow.
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