Saturday, September 29, 2012
A postcard, and the caption, "CAMP NOTRE DAME, Lake Spofford, Spofford, New Hampshire An interior view of a typical cabin."
I'm not going to write much about the whole summer camp experience. I came from small town, rural poverty and never went to summer camp. I had a shot at church camp one year, but the whole atheism thing shot that one down real fast. Anyway, no first hand knowledge and since most people are aware that summer camps were where city folks shipped the kids for a bit of rural, summer fun....Well, I'll leave it at that.
I went to Google and ran a search for Camp Notre Dame. I didn't find a website, so I'm guessing that this particular summer camp went belly up. I did find a listing for a populated place, government speak for a community too small for town status, so the old cabins might still be there, just no longer being used by happy campers. I also searched the names carved in the cabin rafters. The only real hit was for Conrad Ambrette, a lawyer from Darrien, Connecticut, born in New York City in 1947. It might not be him, but the age is about right.