Our Own Tapestry

Every now and again I turn on the Ipod and pick an artist (as opposed to shuffling the songs).  Tonight I picked Carole King.  While listening to Up on the Roof, which always makes me smile, I began to think about Tapestry.  Not really sure why, but that is what I was thinking.  In my effort to make sense of it, I have come to the conclusion that Tapestry reminds me of camp.  (After all, doesn’t everything remind me of camp?)

 

SLC is like a tapestry . . .  It is made of wonderful, colorful people from all over the world.  People who otherwise would never meet if it wasn’t for camp.  In years past, our support staff has been made up talented musicians, engineers, economists, artists, scientists, teachers and more.  They  take a break from their studies for the summer and come to camp to work as potwashers, dishwashers, cooks, housekeepers, drivers and maintenance staff.  But that’s not why they REALLY come… they come camp for the experience of visiting the US, of meeting new people, of learning a new culture, and for this once in a lifetime opportunity that we call camp.  While they are here, they not only touch our lives, but we touch theirs as well.  Some of our staff return years later to visit, and even some of our wedding album couples are our former international staff!  

 

Our staff and campers are made up of many races, religions, cultures, sexual orientations, beliefs, and ideologies, but at camp we are all ONE.  We are a community to be reckoned with.  We work together, we live together, we all get along… it’s like the United Nations should be!  I cannot put into words the impact that Surprise Lake Camp has on those who come through our entrance, and it all starts on the camp road.  It is impossible to hold…but you feel it…we feel it…they feel it.   

 

TAPESTRY by Carole King

My life has been a tapestryof rich and royal hue;

An everlasting vision of the ever-changing view;

A wond’rous woven magicIn bits of blue and gold;

A tapestry to feel and see

Impossible to hold.

Once amid the soft silver sadness in the sky,

There came a man of fortune;

A drifter passing by.

He wore a torn and tattered cloth around his leathered hide

And a coat of many colors;

Yellow, green, on either side.

He moved with some uncertaintyas if he didn’t know

Just what he was there for or where he ought to go.

Once he reached for something golden hanging from a tree

And his hand came down emp-ty.

Soon within my tapestry,

Along the rutted road,

He sat down on a river rock and turned into a toad.

It seemed that he had fallenInto someone’s wicked spell and I wept to see him suffer,

Though I didn’t know him well.as I watched in sorrow,

There suddenly appeared

A figure gray and ghostlybeneath a flowing beard.

In times of deepest darkness I’ve seen him dressed in black.

Now my tapestry’s unraveling;

He’s come to take me back.

He’s come to take me back.

When I fing myself unraveling…..I know it is time to go back…..I think we all feel this way.

I don’t know about you but I need to get back

PS – Our gal Vimba Van de Camp has just returned from the final hiring trip in Eastern Europe (she stowed away with Celia) and she posted pictures of her journey. If you want to see them go to the SLC facebook page where you can relive the highlights of her trip!

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