Once when I was first getting to know the GG he started talking about being on a TV show called Poop Deck Paul. It was a TV show on CBC over in Windsor, I think. Correct me buddy if I am wrong. I asked who in the heck is Poop Deck Paul and why were you on there? The GG said, “I shot bow and arrow.” Okay then. A lot of us who grew up here in the Great Lake State got Canadian TV when we were young. Especially me because TV 2 from Soo Ontario was the first station I remember. Howdy Doody?
I dunno what kind of bow and arrow the Twinz of Terror shot. It probably wasn’t anything like what these kids are being trained to do. BFF’s nephews are probably somewhere in that photooo. Archery these days is a lot different from back when I went to Camp Wikweia and archery was one of our three morning planned activities. The other two were swimming and arts and crafts (which I loved). For archery, we walked up to a field at the southeast end of the camp (there are probably condos there now). There were a bunch of targets set up, attached to straw bales or whatever. We picked out bows according to our skill level. I wish I could remember this better (where was my damn iPhone in those days?). I wasn’t ever any good at bow and arrow but I think Miss Betsy was the archery teacher and we all loved her so it was fun whether we were good at it or not.
I didn’t really like going to campfire girl camp all that much. I’ve written about this before. It was fun a lot of the time and I always liked singing songs on the crappy old bus to Shingleton with all my buddies but I did get homesick. Especially that one year when the Old Biddy of a camp director made me choke down one spoonful of cottage cheese and forever after (all week) referred to me as “her cottage cheese girl”. Why on earth did she not ask me why I hated cottage cheese? She might have found out that it was because my little brother shoved a blue crayon into my bowl of cottage cheese during a bout of scarlet fever when I was five. The same illness that made the wrinkles (a hallucination) screw up my moom’s periwinkle pin-tucked chiffon blouse.
Oh man, I hated that camp director. I do not think that children should EVER be forced or coerced to eat something that they don’t like. I can’t say that I didn’t ever try the coercion thing with the beach urchins but it never worked because my dern kids were too independent to let me try to coerce them to do anything. But this woman was a control freak who felt compelled to enforce ill-conceived rules.
It’s late and I am done. Did you go to camp? Did you like camp?