The Old Fresh Air Camp Chapel Nook

Takes up about the space of a walk-in closet. Looks interdenominational to me. No youth summer-camping experience was complete without some compulsory reverence. Camp is where I learned I was going to hell because I wasn't Catholic, along with the Lutherans, "Piscopalians," Jews and whatnot; most of the people in the world. And praying with your hands folded in front of you means you're really praying to the devil. Happy St. Patrick's Day.

The Old Fresh Air Camp Dining Hall

I can't figure out if the campers dined on their institutional food cafeteria style or (because of the round tables)  family style so they could learn manners. It's been more than 40 years since anyone ate here. Did you go to a residential camp as a kid? Remember the big institutional gallon tins of fruit cocktail? Remember the cool little individual boxes of cereal, and the little milk cartons?