Camp Fair – February 22, 2014 – Town Center Mall

We will be at Town Center Mall in Kennesaw, Georgia, Saturday, February 22 from 11am to 4 pm.

Camp fairs can be long, busy, and tiring for us, but having a few campers or alumni stop by sure brightens up our day!

If you haven’t yet become part of the Camp Dixie family, come out and talk to us and you’ll begin to see why Camp Dixie has lasted 100 years!

Camp Fair – January 25, 2014 – North Point Mall

Come see us at North Point Mall in Alpharetta, Georgia on January 25 from 11am until 4pm.

Campers and Alumni are always welcome to stop by. With luck we should be pretty busy, but we can always steal a moment to share with our Camp Dixie friends and family!

If you haven’t yet been to Camp Dixie, camp fairs are a great way to talk to us face to face. Let us tell you what makes Camp Dixie special.

Hard Work

It is hard to believe that in less than 51 days campers will be here in Dixieland. Needless to say that I am looking forward to having all those smiling faces here.  Camp time is the BEST time. And as much as I am looking forward to camp time, my thoughts and actions are focused on getting camp ready. Staff selection, programming activities, building maintenance, thoughts for the day, staff training, lesson plans,grounds maintenance, planning Vespers, inventorying equipment, ordering supplies, clearing paths, and raking the forest, just a few items on our to do list. The “LIST” that never ends. Just ask any counselor – they know it all to well. One thing leads to another which leads to another item on the “to do” list. I must confess that I learned the skill of list making from one of the best, Ann Taylor.

This month’s Words from the Past is from 1919 written by W. Zachry.

“The Hard Job”

Most people today are opposed to doing hard work.  They are all hunting for the easy job.  But what seems strange to these people is that they never get anywhere.  Why is this?  Because one of the primary laws is the law of work.  Every element in nature is constantly at work.

So it is with man.  If he fails to work, he is dead so fas as his value to others is concerned.  He may continue to exist, but his personality is dead.  Nature’s law of work is closely associated with another of her laws, the law of compensation.  This law is that man is always rewarded for everything he does and his reward is proportional to the endeavor.  If a boy is willing to spend hours of hard work in the gym, or working around home, he will develop into a strong, healthy, virile man.  On the other hand, if he stays at home, never does anything he will be nothing but mollycoddle or a poor helpless man.  If we are willing to do some hard work in climbing the steepest mountain we always get the best view.  If we are willing to take the hard knocks and do the hard work necessary to become an expert boxer, we will have no need to worry about looking out for ourselves.

The hard job is usually the worthwhile job and the job which requires the expenditure of our best efforts.  It is the job which most fellows are afraid to tackle.  It is a job which requires a man to handle it.

Are you afraid of the hard job?  If so, you are not a true Camp Dixie boy for the true Camp Dixie boy just hunts up hard jobs. Be a true Camp Dixie Boy.

We as Dixie Alumni have a job ahead of us. One that some may consider hard but one that we must do in order to have a GREAT Centennial Celebration.  To find out about your job, please contact us.

Following the Gleam,
Rhonda Conrad
Camp Dixie, LLC

Camp Dixie a poem by Erin “Salty” Boyd

We thought that we might mix it up a bit and post something rather new to include campers of today. Each summer we ask campers to write a poem or short story to be used as their meal ticket. Themes and subjects vary but all are based on the Dixie Spirit. This month we are posting a poem by Erin “Salty” Boyd a camper for 6 years. This year Erin will be a CT and thus making it her 7th summer at Camp Dixie.

Camp Dixie is great

Wouldn’t you agree?

Where the tiny frogs hop

And the butterflies fly free

 

When Pop J built this camp

99 years ago

It was only for the boys

Having girls was a no!

 

The sisters started to complain

Pop J said don’t be hating!

He built them a girl’s camp

Way up here in Clayton

 

The two camps were separate

But only for a while

Then the boys packed up and left

The girls welcomed them with smiles

 

Then one summer Miss Ann came

With the campers she did play

The next summer when she came back

She was there to stay

 

Miss Ann owned this camp

For a good many years

Then she passed away

And there were many tears

 

Now Rhonda owns this camp

It’s a job she does so well

Every summer the campers here

Think she’s very swell

 

The kids who come year after year

Make the memories great

Is this a big a coincidence?

Or is it just fate?

 

Every year when I arrive

I’m greeted with a smile

From counselors and CTs

Who’ll go the extra mile

 

Traditions here at camp aren’t sparse

But two stand out loud and clear

One is the tie around our necks

That reminds us friends are near

 

The second traditions happens once

Each year at summer’s end

A log at council fire is taken out

And passed on to remind us of our friends

 

Besides all of the traditions

You stay at camp is unique

Whether you stay for the whole summer

Or for only a week

 

Each year the girls do sisters

It’s always so much fun

We leave each other notes and gifts

Which strengthen bonds that have just begun

 

Each day we do five activities

That range from many things

From archery and riflery

To creekwalking and tra-mop-o-line

 

During free swim

At the dock you will see

Campers playing 7-9-12

Playing and swimming free

 

Every Thursday night

We camp out in the woods

We cook our own burgers

And hotdogs and they’re good

 

At the end of the week

When it’s time to say goodbye

The times spent here in Dixieland

Will be remembered for all time

Words From the Past

Memories of Camp Dixie

Memory is a remarkable gift.  It may be blessed or it may be accursed.  The man who has no happy memories to think and ponder over is a poor man.  The life without pleasant memories of things well done and days well spent is an empty life.

What are your memories of Camp Dixie going to be?  There’ll be many times in the years to come when you’re off at school or college or deeply buried in the business world, when you are going to think again of the days you spent at Camp Dixie.  You won’t be able to shut your mind to these memories and close the door of the past.  In spite of yourself, these thoughts will come crowding in upon you – to bring you happiness or to bring you sadness in their memory.  Ten years from now, what will be your memories of Camp Dixie?

You will remember of course the full program of athletic events – the games and sports that did so much to build your body stronger, the swims and hikes over the old, old hills of the Blue Ridge.

You will remember also the whistle and the lessons it taught you of obedience to authority, and of regularity in your habits.

You will remember other things – the thrills that came to you as you dived for the first time from the high tower; the start of fear you gave as the yell came at the crucial point of a Fu-Man-Chu story; the novel experience of your first Turkish bath; the Horrible Parade with its grotesque and highly amusing characters; the proud sense of achievement you felt when you completed an option on which you had been working so diligently; the long hikes and the minstrel and the annual banquet.

You will remember a night spent on Black Rock when you lay down to sleep with only a blanket between you and the ground, and the great canopy of heaven as a roof.  You will remember how it seemed to you that there were more stars than usual in the heavens on that night and how the moon sank so quietly and yet with such a glorious burst of beauty behind the hill in the distance – how the wind sprang up in the early morning and brought with it a coolness that made you seek the warmth of the big bonfire, and how the mysterious mists filled the valley beneath you, hiding it from view until at last the mists rose like a wandering cloud rushing to meet the newly-risen sun.

You will remember the friendships you made at Camp Dixie, boys whom you had never seen before coming to camp but who had become your warmest friends at the end of two months – tied to you by such lasting bonds of friendship that they could not be broken tho’ many years and much space tried to separate you.

You will remember, too, the Sunday morning services on Chapel Island — when you realized perhaps for the first time in your life how close God is to you –how he speaks to you in the brook that murmured and rippled along at your elbow, and in the mountains that towered in stately but silent majesty there in front of you.  And you will realize that it was at Camp Dixie that you first learned a great truth — that the test of a great church is not the fine building or the beautifully toned organ or the eloquent preacher — but it is the humble devotion of a group of persons whose hearts and minds are bowed in worship to their Heavenly father and whose souls are attuned in harmony with the Great Ruler of the universe.

You will remember also a short period of five minutes out of every night when your leader gathered you and your six tent-mates around him, and in the midst of a reverent silence you read a few verses of scripture, and then prayed from the depths of your heart to your Father — and you will know that in those short tent devotions was laid the foundation of many of your noblest resolves and finest impulses.

All these things and more you will remember. You may forget a great many features of camp life, but these things you will not forget.  They are the lasting things of Camp Dixie.  They alone are what make our stay at camp worth while.  If you are wise, you will treasure the memories of these days — store them up in your mind.

Nor let us forget that memories may be blessed or accursed.  Our memories of Camp Dixie may bring us happiness or sorrow, depending upon the way we lived up to our opportunities at Camp Dixie, and followed in after life lessons we learned here.  Let each one of you take care that the memories you are making for yourself from day to day are happy memories — that will bring joy and pride to you as you look back in later years upon your two months at Camp Dixie.

This editorial is in the nature of the swan-song of the one who has been editor of this paper for seven successive years. To me there comes at this time a veritable flood of memories of you boys and of the happy association at Camp Dixie for the last seven years.  I am sure that these memories will stay with me during the years to come, bringing with them untold pleasure and happiness, as often as they recur to my mind.  It seems to me that the most priceless gift I can take away from Camp Dixie with me is the memory of these things that I have mentioned in this editorial, and for them I shall always owe to Camp Dixie and to you boys a great debt of gratitude.

Dixie Doings, August 5, 1922              Wallace P. Zachary