by Marjorie Stamler Snyder
I'll always remember the 4 weeks that I spent at Camp Quidnunc in 1942. The campfires, the tents late at night (watching the mice run along the posts), the campfires, the sound of rain on the tent, also the open air dining room, are all treasured memories. One of the counselors played the recorder, and it inspired me to learn to play the instrument. It was probably the best summer of my life, and I'm nearly 78 years old.
We are of your Era
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My sister and I were at Quidnunc from 1938 through 1945. Eager to hear from old tentmates!
Hi Lennie....email me!
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