Now when I visit the camp and see those projects I had worked on, I am filled with gratitude that I was able to contribute in a small way to the mission of the camp.
Release Your Inhibitions: Sharing Tears in the Peaceful Woods
I was, for the first time in my life, not ashamed that I was crying, because I knew that everyone around me was also feeling big emotions and that we were in this together.
Pie Parties, a Harvest Moon, and a Cookie-Eating Racoon: Reflections from Camp by Marlene Suter
Having never heard of Camp Friedenswald in my growing up years, it has been quite exciting to become part of this history.
Speaking for Herself: The Autobiographical Writings of Anna K. Juhnke
I remember that first year not having a dining hall. Cooking was done in one of the cabins, and we ate on benches made from boards over cinder blocks under a tarp, while rain water rushed under our feet.