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M A G A Z I N E

B R O W N L E D G E

Things are changing around here and its not just the weather. A new venture is upon us. Just as Brown Ledge was planned and built for you, this magazine was planned and written for you. In fact, many of you contributed to this rst edition, helping to reconnect us all with life and the camp we love on Malletts Bay. WELCOME! It has been my honor for the past ve years to be on the Board of Directors of the Brown Ledge Foundation, which oversees the operation, perpetuation and educational mission of Brown Ledge Camp. The operation and educational mission of camp will not matter if we do not ensure that Brown Ledge perpetuates - lasts for an indenitely long time in its beautiful setting on Lake Champlain. That perpetuation is our focus as a board, with your help and support.BLC Magazine is a celebration of who we were yesterday, who we are today, and what we do best laugh, love, support, and stay connected to lifelong friends. Enjoy!

Liz Smith StrimplePresident, Brown Ledge Board of Directors

Working on this magazine has reminded us of one thing above all others; both Brown Ledge and its alumnae are dynamic. Our camp is both remarkably the same as it was when it rst opened its doors, and remarkably dierent. And Brown Ledgers? Though tradition connects us, we are on the move; learning, growing and changing. Brown Ledgers are joined by a common history and experience but each of us has a unique story to tell. This magazine is a home for our stories. Our goal is to provide our readers with an opportunity to connect to Brown Ledge; from a look at our bold and unique history to the latest alumnae milestones. Brown Ledge, the magazine, is not just about nostalgia, it is a 360 degree look at what was started by the Browns in 1927 and what we cherish to this day.

Like all things Brown Ledge, this magazine comes to life through the eorts of many people. We are indebted to all who contributed articles to this rst edition and to the uncredited photographers who give us a window into one of the most photogenic and joyous places on earth.

Bill and Kathy NeilsenDirectors, Brown Ledge Camp

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It was my privilege to research HEB this past winter by interviewing people who knew him and by reading the journals and papers he left behind. In addition to being a camp director, Harry Brown was a philosopher, an educator, an administrator, and a keen observer of the political and social world around him. His journals ow seamlessly from the mundane to the profound. In the same paragraph, HEB comments on a local luncheon menu and the document on universal human rights under consideration at the United Nations. He delights in correspondence from his daughter in post-war Germany in one sentence and outlines his Simple Rules for Life in the next.

For most of us, HEB is BLC. In the goodnight songs we give a toast and raise our hearts to him for the wonderful idea that is Brown Ledge. But wonderful

would not have been the adjective chosen by the mainstream camping world of the day to describe the BLC philosophy. Alum Sally Bever Zwiebeck remembers HEB telling her that he was roundly dismissed at camp owners' meetings for his insistence on individual initiative, rather than team rivalry. It would be dicult to exaggerate just how unusual Harry Browns ideas were in 1927, BLCs rst year of

operation. In an era when camp meant uniforms and military drills and endless competition, HEB developed a profoundly dierent approach based on free choice. In his Information for Campers, HEB outlined his philosophy: Many people talk a lot about freedom, but not many of them think girls of your age are ready for it. We know from experience here that people like you can be trusted with the right to make the most of your day-to-day decisions for yourselves. We think the most important thing that can happen to anyone is to learn how to make choices that will work out right. You cant learn this without practice, anymore than you can develop your biceps without using them. So we believe in giving you all the practice you can get.

This radical philosophy had an equally radical eect on those who had the privilege of experiencing it. Terry Tindall Laurendines words reect the alumnae of her generation and generations that followed. It is impossible to overemphasize the importance that Brown Ledge had in our lives. HEB let us know that we could do what we wanted to do, we could be our own boss, make up our own minds, instead of living up to the expectations of others. Nobody, NOBODY, had ever told us that.

When I asked alumnae about memories of HEB at camp, all, without exception, pictured him most clearly behind the wheel of the Chris Craft, driving the boat, rst for aquaplaning and then for the brand new sport of waterskiing. According to Joan Buckman Rugani, the ski boat was where he went to relax and enjoy himself. How many times did he circle the island and turn on a dime to retrieve a fallen skier?

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asks Sally Bever Zwiebeck. He never raised his voice in irritation, even at a skiers 15th attempt to get up in the water. Patienceone of the many leadership skills he passed on to us. And the joy of recovery from failure.

HEB was not only found on the waterfront. Joan Butcher Weiterer remembers him sitting on the porch of his cabin, overlooking the grove, talking to campers as they went by. According to Lynn Benoliel Jacobson he could be seen all around camp, making sure everything was as it should be. He seemed to know what everyone was doing, but he was a quiet leader and never a dictator. He was never rah-rah or gushy in his demeanor and yet he communicated a warmth and caring in a quiet way. There was something in the way he did things that made us all feel connected. Terry Tindall Laurendine remembers his ability to communicate an interest and compassion for everyone. He would take the time to sit and talk and nd out what was going on for us. We wanted to please him but it wasnt hard, he was the rst to applaud when someone did something special. He was always behind the campers, always believing in them. Sally Bever Zwiebeck pictures him in the grove, kindly and earnestly counseling a young girl who had been spending her days alone in her cabin. This picture sums up for me his approach to running the camp, individual attention and positive encouragement.

Many alumnae also remember HEB on Sunday mornings in the amphitheater chapel in Skunk Junction and on Sunday evenings at Ledger on the point. These were powerful times of community and connection. HEB was a gifted writer and orator and he used these venues to weave together day to day events with his own observations. HEB knew how to incorporate spiritual values with the natural world, without making it doctrinaire, says Sally Bever Zwiebeck. He found the place where ALL religions coincide.

Alongside a deeply spiritual nature was an unfailing sense of humor and fun. Above all else, Lynn Benoliel Jacobson remembers a man who was always positive, always welcoming. A man who had a happy lilt to his voice, a closed lip smile and a twinkle in his eye. She will never forget the day in 1945 when Japan

surrendered and World War II was ocially over. In celebration and with HEBs blessing, the entire camp ran down the point and jumped in the lake with their clothes on.

HEB brought his good natured and whimsical side to the theater, where he performed in multiple productions each summer. Terry Tindall Laurendines Ill never forget the time when moment happened there. HEB was performing in dress rehearsal under the direction of his daughter, Barbara Brown Winslow. In the middle of a scene, HEBs pants unexpectedly dropped to the oor. The cast froze momentarily, until Barbara and HEB roared with laughter, which allowed the rest of the relieved cast to join in.

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Those who knew HEB only as a camp director, may not have been aware that he was also a teacher in a private school, a college professor at Wellesley College and later, the President of Leicester Junior College in Massachusetts. Joan Buckman Rugani loved working with him. She knew him in multiple environments, rst at Leicester where she was his secretary. She and husband Bucky followed him to Brown Ledge, planning to stay a year, or two at the most. They nally left when Bucky had a year-round job he couldnt leave, seven years and two children later.

HEB was a deeply philosophical man who held passionate beliefs, not just about girls and camping, but also about the human condition. There is little doubt that he was inuenced by the progressive thinking that was taking hold in the elds of psychology, philosophy

and education in the early 1900s. Before this time, education favored the rote learning of a standard curriculum. Then progressive educators like John Dewey began to emphasize the importance of experience and community. They argued that a true democracy did not need its elite to learn to conform and memorize, but the whole of society to be able to think critically and work together to solve its problems. Sound familiar?

HEB believed wholeheartedly in these democratic ideals: the group is strongest and most enduring that contains the largest proportion of free individuals experienced in assuming responsibility for their own behavior. For HEB, freedom and responsibility were two sides of the same coin, with responsibility only possible when people are free to make their own decisions, even bad ones. Though democracy in the United States was not new, the notion that democratic ideals might apply to all people regardless of class, race, gender and (gasp!) age, was radical indeed. The fact remains, he wrote, that if the principle is correct, then we cannot

start too soon or at too young an age to apply it.

HEB was a risk taker. He spent most of his life a step, sometimes a half-step, away from nancial ruin. During the Depression he did what he needed to do - persuading, gambling, borrowing, cajoling to ensure that he and his camp survived. His philosophy took hold on a point of land on Malletts Bay and didnt die. A hundred and some odd girls waking up each morning and heading o to do and learn as they pleased? To his fellow camp directors, that scenario was their worst nightmare. But instead of bringing disaster, HEB's ideals worked. He created an environment of freedom and responsibility, where girls did so much more than had fun: they cooperated, strived, failed, learned and belonged. His legacy still thrives at Brown Ledge and deep inside generations of campers, who still raise their hearts to HEB and to his wonderful and enduring idea.

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Kathy, thank you for asking me to do this. I will never admit to the number of times I have shed happy tears writing it! I am so, so fortunate that my parents decided to send my sister and me to camp andmy mother had the incredible common and good sense to selectThe Dierent Camp for Girls.

Tell me about HEB and what you remember most vividly about him.

Mr. Brown had thekindest and most sincere smile in the whole world! My most vivid memory of him is thatgreat big smile when he was turned all the way around in the boat,driving, but proudly watchingyou as you got up on the

water skis orzipped in and out of the wake.It wasnt until I was on the diving dock for two years as a JC - and the ski boat went between the diving dock and the island - that I realized it might have been better if he hadnt always been so super proud of each and every one of us and had turnedhis face and eyes forward a bit more. But, we all loved him for it. His smilemade each one of us special.

I also vividly remember how fair he always was. This past summer, when asked,I explained that, to me, he was the person I envisioned God to be. This isnt really so strange. My rst summer at BLC, we did Green Pastures at camp.The musicalis about heaven and Mr. Brown was God. He had to spank one naughty

angel, and he chose me. I was so honored, althoughhe pretend

spanked me at every rehearsal.

HEB deeply believed in the BLC philosophy of free choice and responsibility. How did he communicate his beliefs?Mr. Browncommunicated his philosophy and beliefsby the way Brown Ledge was, and still is, run...a very exceptional wide open classroom. A learning spacebased on, and balanced by, individual trust and responsibility. He did speakaboutfree choice and responsibilityat chapel. But, most importantly, you felt it. It was in the air, the pine trees, and everything around you. My rst year at camp I was still nine,but I

denitelyunderstood that I was free to make my own decisions.Itwas great, and best of all,I wasnt getting into trouble doing so! This was a time when little and big girls, and women, were assumed to be dependent and in need of being taken care of - usually by men. Brown Ledge was a pivotal change for all of us and it did makeus dierent, but in a wonderful, constructive,and challenging way.

What was HEBs leadership style? How did other campers respond to him? Mr. Browns leadership style was denitely leadership by example. Not a loud, pushy,or pompous leadership, but an even-handed and kind example of leadership. I think, quitefrankly, that the younger you were when you rst went to camp,

the more aected you were by Mr. Brown.After my rst year, a number of my home friends went to Brown Ledge. Every one of them looked up to and respected Mr. Brown, but Isincerely think they never felt as deeply about him, or Mrs. Brown, as I did. But, to be absolutely clear, I never knew anyone at camp who didnt have tremendous respect for him.

What role did Mrs. Brown play at camp?In some way, you always knew that Mrs. Brown held the whole place together. I am sure it was true. She was solid and organized, and Mr. Brownwas a bit ethereal. She was

the realist, and he was the dreamer. They were the perfect match and, I imagine, he probably frustrated the heck out of her sometimes. But, he was always the one to speak at meals, chapel, Ledger,and on special occasions. He was the natural leader and extrovert. She provided quiet stability.She, too, had a lovely and loving smile, but you had a sixth sense notto cross her.To be honest, I was a bit of a little trouble maker with untold amounts of energy - particularly when I was nine and ten. With my bunkies,I was taken for makingnoise after taps to the Browns cabin a few times.Thingsalways went smoother when Mr. and Mrs. Brown were both there to greet us.

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made my way through a sleepy suburb of Geneva, Switzerland, down

a charming street lined with centuries-old stone walls and shuttered houses overlooking the lake. As I marveled at the foreign architecture and streets signs I couldnt read, it occurred to me that for the rst time since arriving in Europe, on my last day there, I was totally alone. This fact was somewhat disappointing. How could I have come so far from home without letting myself wander, even just a little bit, on my own?

I wasnt really sure how to get where I was going, other than I needed to board a bus and at some point switch to another that would hopefully bring me to the train station in Geneva.

Perhaps I shouldve planned this out a little better, I thought, watching the city pass by my bus window. I couldve glanced at a map or, at the very least, learned how to say train station in French. But advance planning has never been a specialty of mine, a fact thats become even more true in the smartphone era, because

I gure I can just Google it if I need to. Not so in Europe, with my data plan turned o.

After a while, street names began to look familiar and I sensed I was getting closer to the heart of Geneva. I hopped o the bus and headed solidly in the wrong direction.

My phone buzzed. Are you lost? the text read.

Yes, I admitted, I was. Gloriously so. In a city where I neither spoke the language nor knew which way was north. And how wonderfully lucky I was to be able to wander, if only for an hour, in a place so dierent from my own.

Because, generally speaking, wandering doesnt really happen anymore. Even small adventures, like trying a new restaurant or buying a pair of jeans online (which is, truly, a risky adventure), involve reading pages and pages of reviews on the Internet. Nothing is ever unknown. Im not sure when I became so dependentnot only on Google but also on my daily routine. That afternoon, navigating myself through the streets of Geneva, it was as if I were 12 years old again and driving down the gravel road in the family car, catching my rst glimmer of the bay. Possibilities and freedom felt endless.

I wasnt lost for very long, but it was a good reminder of my former methe independent young woman who was not afraid to wander. So heres to occasionally putting down the phone, shutting the laptop, turning o the GPS and remembering to take a few risks. All alone.

When I nally found the train station (which, of course, turned out to be the rather large train station-like building Id passed by twice), I found my bunkie Joanne, waiting for me by the front entrance. As invigorating as my brief little adventure was, seeing her familiar face was even better.

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Their years at camp range from the 1950s to 2013. The letters that follow their names, specifying their certications and specialties, span the spectrum from the well known MD and RN, to the more obscure L.Ac, MPH, and FACOG. * While some are primarily teachers, researchers, or administrators, most are practitioners. No one will be surprised to hear that many Brown Ledgers in the eld of medicine wear multiple hats.

This winter, when we put out the call through our enews and Facebook pages to locate alums in the medical eld, we quickly gained an appreciation for the roles that alumnae are playing in an astoundingly diverse eld. And while some are on the cusp of retirement, three Brown Ledgers have just entered medical school, taking a crucial step in a very long journey.

As we read the stories sent to us, we were reminded that while medical training is an early career step, it is never the rst step. We asked respondents, what led you into the eld of medicine? While a few always knew, most Brown Ledgers in medicine point to someone or something - a book, an exhibit, a family member, a sprained ankle - that started them on their career path. For some it was a decision of the head as well as the heart. The knowledge that medicine holds so many possibilities and that good practitioners stay in demand, helped some choose medicine above other careers in the sciences.

One thing is certain about

the Brown Ledgers we interviewed: they love what they do. Sue Mooney, president and CEO of the Alice Peck Day Memorial Hospital, speaks of challenges to family life and she cautions about an increasingly complex system that is in the midst of dramatic change. Yet she, like all the others who responded, cannot imagine doing anything else. For Lisa Morse, who was a camper, JC, camp nurse, and board member, being a nurse was more than a career choice: It t me perfectlyonce a nurse, always a nurse! Lisa worked in pediatrics, cardiology, and anesthesia and was the Brown Ledge camp nurse for seven years. Even after her retirement, Lisa found herself in the role many times, taking care of elderly parents, translating medical jargon for friends

and family, and supporting others who must navigate their way through a foreign world during a stressful time.

Lisa Morse is not alone. We nd in the words of the sixteen Brown Ledgers who responded to our call, both meaning and passion. Ellen Rome

writes, I have had a rich and wonderful medical career, following in the

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work for JP Morgan and Sharina got an oer at Goldman Sachs. Peregrine was headed to China (again) and Sadie would be in Ethiopia volunteering as an English teacher and track coach. Elizabeth and Nathan marched o to Capitol Hill to work alongside congressmen; others ocked to rms to take up coveted positions as paralegals. Every summer, the list of things my friends got up to became increasingly impressive. Increasingly intimidating. Wed all heard how cutthroat the post-graduation job search would be. We all knew how terrible the job market was. My classmates were arming themselves for battle.

And what are you doing this summer, Clarion?Me? I tried to deect. This summer?

Their eyes bored into me. It was the summer after junior year. We were at an Ivy League institution. It was a loaded question.

Im going back to camp. Blank stares.Im going to be an archery counselor at my old summer camp.Some ashed goofy grins like theyd caught me playing a joke on them. Others thought I had gone crazy. Jaws dropped. How would that look on my resum?

I tried not to think about it as I politely declined invitations to internship fairs and career planning sessions. I liked to put on an air of smug superiority and project utter condence in my decision. Id tell myself that there were more important things than a padded resum. But mostly, I was terried. I had no idea what I wanted to do. No

clue what type of job I might end up looking for. What the heck

was I supposed to intern as? I didnt even have a clear college major yet. But spring rolled around, and I was plagued with doubt. As my friends lled out another round of applications, prepped for interviews, and generally freaked out about their summer plans, I wonderedam I going to regret this? Am I screwing myself over for the future? But camp tugged. I couldnt resist.

By that point, Id been at Brown Ledge for nearly 10 summers, and if camp had taught me anything at all, it had taught me to know where my heart lies: To recognize my passions and to pursue them with vim and vigor. Brown Ledge gave me the freedom to trust my gut and make my own choices; it challenged me to make those choices not mindlessly, not selshly, but deliberately. It taught me to open myself to lessons from the most unlikely of placesfrom skunkers stories, from debates in the dining halls or on the docks, from reection on the archery range, or from evening walks to creemees with my bunkies. From the unconditional love of and for those bunkiesthe afternoonssitting in your cabin, huddled together as a thunderstorm passes directly overhead, clutching each other and suddenly it hits you that these people, these friends and sisters and lovers matter more than anything. Camp was the place I yearned for. It was a place of restoration, a place where I could recover from another hectic year and revel in the kind of carefree joy that becomes such an elusive luxury.Its a hopeless endeavor, trying to explain. You know how it is. Id come back home; and if anyone asked me whether it was worth itto go to Vermont, to give up on internshipsmy immediate response was yes. But how to articulate any sort of justication? I never really could.

So Id tell stories. Id tell them about

the time my archery JCs dressed up as victims of the bubonic plague when we were having a Middle Ages-themed afternoon on the range. Or Id try to describe the spontaneous eruptions of dance parties; bewildered campers swept up in a frolicking romp around the eld. The archery range was almost always the setting of these stories. No wonder. It was my biggest classroom. There, we juggled beginner shootersskunkers who were barely taller than our smallest bowalong with advanced JCs who wanted to perfect their technique at 40 yards. We trouble-shot tantrums, celebrated long-awaited successes, and dealt with Freddie, the frequent serpentine visitor in the shed. I learned how to teach and reach and push campers and JCs, get them ticking, get archery clicking in their minds. Some campers learned visually; some wanted everything explained in detail before they would go anywhere near the shooting line; others couldnt absorb a thing until they had shot that rst arrow. Some required one-on-one attention. Some stubbornly insisted on guring it out for themselves. I watched a countless number of girls miss the target for entire mornings and skip o happily down the road as the bugle called them to lunch. They had cheerfully gathered their snaked arrows each time, never fazed by their seeming failure. Their goal was to have a good time, try something new, bond with a bunkieand by those measures, the morning had been a roaring success. And I was lucky enough to work with phenomenal vanguard candidates (and tenacious shooters) who tested my abilities to the utmost and pushed me to improve my teaching again and again. The archery range prepared me for anything and everything.

I told these stories and it dawned on me: This was my answer; this is why camp was worth more to me than any other summer opportunity. Others called it childish, or told me to stop

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living in the past. But camp wasnt leading me backwards nor preventing me from moving along my path in life. It was very much the next stepping stone forward. It was very much leading me toward the realization: Working with kidscoaching, mentoring, teachingis where my heart really lies. Teaching is what I love doing.

Now, Im in the midst of my rst year as a high school math teacher. And sure, sometimes Im at a total loss as to what to do with the teenage boys (foreigners to any Brown Ledger). But I think back to the range, and remember it as my rst classroom. I bring all that I learned as a counselor to my school-classroom every day. All the dierent learning styles, the necessity of having fun to make learning stick. How my rst goal should be to get to know my students, to build relationships with them, to gure out how to connect to themto know them and allow them to know meto earn their respect and win their trust, in order for my lessons to be relevant or meaningful at all. I think back to what

worked on the archery range or in Last Resort. And sometimes it leads to unconventional methodshopscotch in Pre-Algebra class; throwing M&Ms; playing mini-golf in Geometry; gambling on cards with Living on a Prayer blasting in the background. But Im used to working with campers who will leave the range if its not fun or not accessible. And Im hoping my students will approve. Im hoping that theyll gure out their own passion, even if its not math, and follow their path forward, no matter how unexpected and unconventional it may be.

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We are sure that many of you remember Barbara Winslow reading her article, Happy Birthday Brown Ledge, at one of the rst Ledgers each summer. In it, she celebrated our camp history by talking about the old days and the way camp has both changed and stayed the same. This annual reading grew to have a call and

response quality. Barbara occasionally paused, and the audience nished her sentence in unison and with gusto. The most enthusiastic response was for Joy Boys. Those were the at-ended, canvas-covered boats with little free board that almost sank during every outing and required upending on the nearest sandbar to drain them of water. We in the audience delighted in both our collective story-telling role and in the image of campers in bloomers and leaky boats from the olden days.

The Joy Boys are gone. So are fencing, y-tying, French

lessons, typing, and a marching and horse-less drill team with lances. Some of the old ways were need driven. There was a horse-drawn farm wagon that took campers on trips because of the shortage of gasoline during World War II. But its replacement, the open cattle truck we piled into for mountain trips, is also long gone, disappearing when

liability (and common sense) dictated its demise. And even its replacement, the repainted school bus we called the Green Ugly, went to its nal resting place in the junk yard after slipping its clutch one too many times.

Fencing may be a thing of the past but dance is here to stay. Five years ago, we collaborated with counselor Greta Hysjulien to upgrade dance from a sometime to a full-time activity. The build-up to a dance department began years ago when swim counselor Mills Knight introduced Dancing with the

Campers, a competition involving campers who must create and perform a dance routine with a male counselor. Even Mills, a master organizer and over-the-top special events coordinator, did not anticipate how thoroughly the camp

would embrace its dancing duos and how long this new tradition would last. Dancing with the Campers is much anticipated and the whole camp comes to watch. Music, costumes, and make-up are carefully coordinated, and JCs vie for the master of ceremonies role. Meanwhile, the dance department is up and running with daily classes oered

in a variety of dance styles. New this year: campers will arrive to nd full-length mirrors covering the end of the clubhouse where the dance studio resides.

A tradition that was nearly lost was revived with the help of alumnae. CTE, the riding departments combined training event, was a long-standing and celebrated day at Brown Ledge for many years. With successive changes of personnel, we lost both the drive and knowledge required to make it happen. Along came Di Glossman and Wendy Wergeles with an entourage of alums from many eras to help bring it back.

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We now have successive years of CTE under our belts, and the alums are invited every other year to plan, build, teach, and reminisce. They are proud, we hope, of the experience they oer to a new generation of campers and of the tradition they have restored to the camp they love.

Though some activities have waxed and waned over the last thirty years at Brown Ledge, some have simply evolved over time. Up through the 1960s and 70s, Sunday Ledger was a gentle aair that focused on the written word. Campers and counselors came to the stage to read what they had written over the week. Did popular culture inuence the change to a more performance-based event? Whatever the reason, our Sunday evenings are lled with laughter and silliness, and lots and lots of music. Every Ledger ends with the Brown Ledge choir, and the stage is packed with counselors, JCs, and campers of all ages and abilities. No matter what music is chosen that week, the choir has a sweetness that warms and inspires us and ends our week perfectly.

Brown Ledge has physically changed very little over the years though the changes that have occurred are important ones. The biggest change came in 2001 with the building of the dining room, a change we never take for granted, especially on blistering

hot days when the dining

room remains cool(ish). 2004 saw the building of the camper bathroom, and in 2012 the barn was rebuilt to the great relief of both its four - and two-legged customers. And last year two major changes took place, one planned and one accidental. We had scheduled a major building project: a new JC cabin took the place of the old Annex that the JCs decided to name Neverland. Then in December of 2012, a re in the grove decimated 10 cabins and all had to be (and were) rebuilt in time for opening day in June. What all of these buildings have in common is the essential nancial support provided by generous alumnae that helped these projects go from planning to reality.

It is not lost on us that we are now the old timers, the keepers of the stories from days gone by. Campers look askance when we speak of a canoeing department without kayaks, sailing without windsurng, and waterskiing without wakeboarding (but with aquaplaning). They marvel at horseback overnight trips (that sounds sooo cool) and a BLC drill team that performed in local horse shows.

In his Patterns of Brown Ledge, Harry Brown reminded us about the stabilizing and comforting role of tradition, but also reminded us that Change and the unexpected are good. They provide the salt, the savor, the spice of life. His daughter, Barbara Brown Winslow, added her

own thoughts at the end of her Happy Birthday Brown Ledge article. After telling about the dozens of changes that had occurred in her lifetime, she concluded, A truly remarkable thing to me is that way back, years ago, the Brown Ledge idea began and has not had to be changed in its basic beliefs. From the very rst day camp opened (there was) the belief that you can and would learn to choose wisely for yourselves. No two summers are ever alike and you wouldnt want them to be, but theres comfort in knowing that some things stay the same that you can count on them to do so.

ve been thinking a lot lately about the relationships developed at BLC. Ive begun a new term of a course I teach about the history

of social media, called From Stone Tablets to Twitter, where we analyze the dierent ways people have connected with others over the centuries. I teach the course to mostly adult students, so theres a tendency for the new communications landscape to provoke a fair amount of grumbling about kids today, along with the decline of western civilization as we know it. I try to discourage this sort of dismissal of everything new by putting it in historical perspective: after all, Socrates was so appalled at the notion of writing that he refused to participate in it, fearing that human memory would disintegrate and we would lose oral traditions; and throngs of doomsayers in the 19th century were sure the telegraph would destroy language and no one would speak in complete sentences anymore. So my task is to open some minds to both the promising as well as the scary in the world of instant communication.

Sherry Turkle, who has been studying human-technology interaction at MIT for more than 30 years, has found many things to celebrate among all our new devices, and her rst books on the subject were full of optimism. Now she, too, worries that our always-on connections are making us less able to be intimate with each other even as we think were communicating all the time, with more friends than ever. Turkle has spoken to

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hundreds of young people who admit they prefer texting to real time conversation and many adults who feel the same way.

She wonders if our gadgets arent just changing what we do, but who we are.

What does this have to do with Brown Ledge? Just as I started the term with discussions about the eects of new media on social interaction, I received the new camp DVD in the mail. As I watched it for the rst time, I was struck by the contrast with the hyper-mediated world around us. The video does a wonderful job of conveying the sense of belonging and connection that is so much a part of the BLC experience. The narration begins with Everyones just so excited and happy to be here, and so excited to be here and to be with each other. And it occurs to me that - for all the advantages of the new media landscape - theres no question that the nature of being with each other is changing in ways that we might not be aware of and might not welcome. The wonderful scenes of campers hanging out and being silly are familiar and reassuring. In the half-hour plus of interactions on screen among counselors and campers, there isnt a cell phone in sight. And while Im sure its a challenging transition for campers when they rst arrive in the summer these days something my generation can hardly imagine - you dont get the feeling that theyre missed.

Twylla was my cabin counselor my

rst summer in 1963, and she brought newborn Craig to help say good night to us; at the time Mrs. Brown still ruled the

roost, plays were in the clubhouse, and Ledger was on the Point. Friends of mine who can do arithmetic tell me thats a long time a little over 50 years. I went on to be a JC, then sta, then board member, then just dedicated hanger-on, and I havent been out of touch for long. Whenever I visit, Im reminded how few places we usually have that are constants in life where the physical landmarks and contours remain essentially unchanged.

There are a few wonderful new buildings like the dining room and the barn, and others have changed function a few times. But it feels like home in a way that other places seldom do. More important, though, is while the faces arent familiar (and they do get younger-looking every darn year, for some reason) you can tell that their conversations and connections are still deep, real, and long-lasting.

If youve been to Alumnae Camp, you know how easily those relationships can pick up where they left o decades ago almost without missing a beat. You make new ones, too, because you have so much in common with people you only sort-of knew, or missed by a decade. You all still know the words to the same ridiculous songs. Youll remember how much you used to laugh, and you laugh that much again. You share silly memories and reect on your younger selves and on

friends who are sadly no longer with us. In the video, Kathy talks about how alums return to say that BLC was where they found their voice something that becomes so much more possible when people care enough to listen to each other. Its not something you develop by exchanging bursts of words on a tiny screen.

So at the risk of sounding like one of those old fuddy-duddies I like to think Ill never be, I believe the Brown Ledge experience is more important than ever. In a world where people boast about being able to make eye contact with one person while texting another, its essential to remember the beauty of undivided attention. When you have that solid foundation, then the Unocial Alum Facebook page isnt a substitute but a complement to real and lasting friendships. In this case it does what Sherry Turkle is urging adds to, rather than interferes with, actual human connection. So join the Facebook page to see the slew of wonderful never-before seen photos thanks, Margy! but please do come to the next alumnae camp to experience the authentic F2F thing again. Or stop in during a camp session to see todays Brown Ledgers in action. Its the best way I know of to remember what matters. If I havent managed to convince you yet, lets talk.

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The Swedish ConnectionBy: Kim McManus

We pride ourselves at BLC on welcoming diversity, Britain, Poland, Hungary, France and even Tennessee, But this year you will concede, That what we have the most is: Swede.

Sitting on the Theatres upper bleachers on Awards Night, the senior sta collectively perks up as Kathy Neilsen begins her Annual Awards Night Speech often in rhyming couplet, sometimes scathing, always funny. Kathys speech is a highlight of the summer. That what we have the most is: SwedeWhere was she going with this one?

On sta for the summer of 2013 we had no less than eight Swedish Senior Counselors, ten percent of the senior sta: Hans Nilsson, Eva Nilsson, Emmie Nilsson, Ted Nilsson, Andreas Landin, Oscar Klingberg, Tove Wireby, and Kasper Konyves. What fun Kathy was going to have with this section of her speech so much good material! (See side bar for Swedish excerpt of Kathys 2013 speech.) But how did it come to pass that, year after year, we have a contingent of counselors from Sweden at Brown Ledge Camp? While the Swedish culture values activity and spending time outdoors, it does not have a summer sleep-away camp culture like the United States. Summer camps in Sweden are government- sponsored fresh-air like programs that last about a week or two, programs that expose children, who would otherwise not have the opportunity, to the great outdoors.

Sending your child to a four- to eight-week sleepaway camp is close to unheard of amongst Swedes. So how does camp attract eager Swedes who fully embrace the BLC world? It will come as no surprise to BLCers from the late 70s to today that the Swedish- BLC connection started with, and emanates from, Hans and Eva Nilsson.

Hanss Introduction to BLCYou can thank Terry Tow, and the musical Grease, for Hanss rst summer at Brown Ledge Camp in 1979. A year earlier, Hans came to Vermont to help a gymnastics program operated by a Swedish woman. In order to stay in the U.S., Hans needed to enroll at UVM, where he met Terry Tow, a riding counselor at BLC. Terry invited Hans to visit BLC during nal events. Hans remembers enjoying Grease so much that after the performance he bought the album (must have been Franny Shukers singing!).

Over winter break, while Hans was staying at Terrys place, Terry brought Hans to a New Years Eve party. At Je Buckmans NYE 1978 house party, Hans met Barbara Brown Winslow. Never one to overlook a

potential hire, Barbara made sure that Hans was on sta for the summer of 1979. As an accomplished gymnast, Hans was assigned to the diving department. Thank you Terry Tow, Je Buckman, and Grease!

And Along Came EvaBy 1984, Hans had ve summers under his bathing suit. He was the Head of Diving, had taught hundreds of girls their back dives, and had only received one Fred Talk - the topic being whether Hans minded doing the lions share of work while others sat around (Hans replied that he did not mind, thats why he was here).

Hanss girlfriend, Eva Landin, had listened to story upon story about Brown Ledge. She had wanted to join Hans years earlier but her training schedule with the Swedish National Volleyball team did not allow Eva to have two months on Mallets Bay. By 1984, Eva had had enough. She wanted to see this place for herself, and nd out what was so great about it.

Hans called Bill Neilsen, who was starting his second summer as co-director with Kathy Neilsen, and asked if he could bring Eva. After discussing Evas skills and possible department openings, there was not an immediate match. Bill asked to think about it and he knew two things; one, he did not want to lose Hans, and two, Hans had said that Eva was a gifted athlete and could gure out whatever department she was placed in. Looking at the sta and the departments, Bill zeroed

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But this year you will concedeThat what we have the most is: Swede

Its fascinating to compareAnd think about the traits they share

Theyre t, theyre blond and always activeI guess youd have to say, attractive

We cant deny them their aestheticBut must they be so darn athletic?

Swedish babies, we assumeHave six packs when they leave the womb

Another thing that makes us peevishThey know how to speak in Swedish!

The rumor that we cant ignoreIs Hans is home recruiting more

The problem that we cant avoidIs were becoming paranoid

We frankly worry theyll conspireAnd create a new empire

In eort to create an EdenMalletts Bay is bought by Sweden

Theres trouble when our motto reads:This camp was planned, and built, for Swedes

This we know, they neednt tell usWe are simply being jealous

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in on waterskiing the department had a strong Head, Bobbi Collins, and two returning experienced counselors, Mark Cazer and Kathy Roberts. And so, Eva Nilsson started her waterskiing career at BLC in 1984 with NO waterskiing experience zip, zero, zilch time on waterskis prior to her arrival. Suce to say, she gured it out.

Our Summer Home Except for the summer of 1990 and 1991 (the years Emmie and Ted were born, respectively), Hans and/or Eva have been at camp since 1979. During the 2000s, Hans missed a summer here and there, or was only able to come for a few weeks, due to work conicts. But, by and large, Hans and Eva, and then their children Emmie and Ted, became as much a camp constant as Fred and Twylla, and Bill and Kathy.

Throughout the 80s, as Hans and Eva worked on the BLC waterfront, they were both becoming educators at home. As teachers, for the most part, their work schedules allowed them to return to BLC each summer. However, as any educator knows, the summer months are a precious time to recharge and most teachers do not choose to spend those weeks with children (let alone with 180 kids), 80 sta members, and sitting in a noisy dining room three meals a day.

To Hans and Eva the noise and controlled chaos of camp is energizing, so while friends and family might shake their collective heads and wonder why Hans and Eva spend their vacation working at camp, the answers are very simple for this couple. While they agreed on many of the same reasons for returning, it seemed that each is pulled back every summer by a particular one.

For Hans, it is the teaching. As his career at home moved from teaching to administration, he missed the interaction with students. In the summer months, he gets to teach A LOT, and not only teach but teach appreciative girls who want to be there (the diving dock) because they want to learn.

For Eva, it is the unique connection to camp, and the connections between people created because of camp. That

a physical place (apart from where one grew up) spurs reunions and friendships solely based on the commonality of place, is in Evas eyes very American and very special. The friendships developed over the years are so dierent from her friendships at home. She can arrive at camp, having been separated from friends for ten months, and pick up as if she had seen everyone yesterday. (Sound familiar?)

If there had ever been a time when Hans and Eva may have parted ways with BLC because life had gotten in the way (as it does for so many), it would have been 1992. Hans and Eva had not returned to camp in 1990 nor 1991 because two future BLCers had been born the wonderful Emmie and Ted. After missing two summers, and having two children under the age of two, many would have understood if the Nilssons had stayed in Sweden. But when asked why Hans and Eva returned in 1992 to live in a tiny cabin with a toddler and an infant, they simply stated that by 1992 Brown Ledge was their summer home, why wouldnt we return?

For Hans and Eva, summers at BLC are not an obligation. It is the best place to be, the place that makes them feel the most relaxed, and healthiest. It is where they spend the day in constant motion rather than behind a desk. It is where someone is readily oering a smile or a hug. It is their home in the summer.

Relatives, Friends, and Students

How many Swedes have come to camp because of Hans and Eva? The count becomes tricky, memories and records have a few holes, similar names mess up the numbers (Big Henrik, Henrik, the other Henrik, Johan Tennis and Johan Canoeing, seriously?), but Hans and Eva think the number is about twenty-ve. Bill Neilsen thinks that the number is closer to thirty.

During the 80s, there was a steady stream of friends and relatives brought to BLC. Young couples, friends of Hans and Eva, looking for an adventure would work for a summer or two. Hans and Eva recruited a brother (Par) and a sister (Anja), and later a nephew (Andreas), to the sta roster as

a means to help explain why they loved being at BLC.

Throughout the 90s to today, Hans and Eva have recruited, and continue to recruit, fantastic counselors. From their positions within education they have reached out to former students, a friends child, so and sos cousin, then so and sos cousins brother. Hans would often conduct the interview for camp on Bills behalf, and vouch to the international agency for the new counselor. If a space was available, and Hans and Eva made the recommendation, a young counselor was almost guaranteed a position.

If you spend enough time down on the waterfront, at some point, you will hear a funny story about Hans and Eva getting engaged at BLC, on the waterfront, on the water, on waterskis, actually, on one ski apiece.

Yea, okay the Swedes have proven their athletic prowess but this tall tale is a bit much even by BLC standards. The storyteller should have stopped at engaged on the waterfront. Seriously, who gets engaged while slalom skiing?

But, in fact, the legend is TRUE!

According to Hans and Eva, and veried by Mark Cazer, Hans spoke with Fred

Fishel and Mark about the engagement plan; to gain permission from Fred, and to employ Mark as the boat driver. Hans explained that in Sweden both the man and the woman exchange rings at the engagement. Hans and Eva tied the others ring to their respective wrists and then popped in the water for an early morning ski.

With Mark, Goren, and Alle in the boat as witnesses, Hans and Eva exchanged rings while skiing slalom around the bay.

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Hans and Eva understood camp, and understood what made a great counselor. They were not going to bring just anybody to their summer home you had to be right for it. Emmie and Ted are adding to the numbers as well. Their recommendations, so far, have been as good as their parents.

Our Swedish counselors have brought their athleticism and, yes, good looks to camp, and we are thankful for both. But more importantly, our Swedish friends have fueled our summers with

their tireless work ethic, their excellent instruction in their department, and a desire to cram into eight short weeks as much fun as possible. We can only hope that each counselor has benetted as much as we have from the relationship.

The Swedish connection continues for the summer of 2014. Hans is back on the diving dock, Eva is directing the

waterfront and jumping in the ski-boat with Andreas, Emmie is the Head of Sailing, and Ted is Head of Tennis. Kasper, Tove, and Oscar are on to other adventures, but we have no doubt that a few Swedes are on the horizon, and heading toward Mallets Bay. And honestly, we are sincere, when we say, were glad theyre here.

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Toni Ladenburg Delacourt was a camper, JC, and sta member from 1958-64, and then a Brown Ledge Foundation Board Member from 2000-06. She once shared as a favorite camp memory the joy of the summer that she both played Maria in the Sound of Music and led the drill team. After Toni passed away in

2012, her bunkies, Bobbi Degnan Atz, Susie McKallor Holic, Jill Schropp, and Claudia Daub Crawford, decided to set up a $10,000 fundraising challenge as a way to keep her spirit alive and, to honor the memory of our energetic, happy, fearless, golden retriever-loving bunkie. They all agreed that Toni would have loved the sport of the challenge because there is nothing like a good competition! And they were right - Brown Ledge alums, parents, sta members, and friends responded and surpassed the goal in the spring of 2013 with donations to the Brown Ledge Foundation totaling $11,270.

Toni made a lasting impression on her bunkies:

Her eyes always danced with life. She was one who took life on, who moved toward a challenge, never away. Her energy drew me in as together we embraced living, whatever that entailed!

Toni was forever brave and made me laugh!

Outside her home,Toni had a bunch of bird feeders. One of them was for squirrels and required them to jump up repeatedly to grab a bite of corn cob that bounced like a bungee cord when they made contact. That was our Toni, always replenishing and always eager to jump to catch the next bite of life, however big or small the bounce that followed.

' %1 4% - + 2 Ds a camper, I thought every Brown Ledger was in the same boat as me, having parents with both the means and desire to send us to Brown Ledge. It wasnt until later as a counselor that I truly learned about the MPB Scholarship and the gift that it was to so many girls.

Many of my closest and dearest friends at Brown Ledge would never have been at camp if it had not been for the MPB Scholarship. Those friends were such an integral part of molding and shaping me into the woman I am today, and they have forever impacted my life.

The MPB Scholarship Committee is composed of ve alumnae: Melissa Fishel Mauer (Chair), Lori Angstadt, Elaine Tack Hanlon, Lisa Bennett Morse, and myself. The committee has the very dicult task of assessing each and every application to determine which girls will receive nancial assistance via the scholarship. That decision is not simply based upon nancial need, although that is certainly a large factor. Personal qualities are important, including the role that each girl will play at Brown Ledge. The committee stresses these criteria by asking each girl how she will contribute to the Brown Ledge community.

While Brown Ledge fosters within campers traits such as independence, self-worth, and strength, at its core is the ideal of giving of the self. Campers help one another through the trials of homesickness, lift each other up after the disappointment of not making the lead role in a play, and cry out of sheer joy at nal awards when they see the words Vanguard associated with their bunkies name. And, years later, as alumnae, they come together to support the very place where it all began, giving in whatever way they can.

Being on the MPB Scholarship Committee has helped me gain

an appreciation for the sacrices that many girls make to be at Brown Ledge. Every scholarship recipient contributes as much as she can nancially towards camp tuition. Many of the applicants tell us they plan to save every penny they make through babysitting and mucking stalls at their barns. In place of presents, they ask friends and family to put money towards their Brown Ledge Fund. These girls know and understand the importance of Brown Ledge and are willing to put aside other wants and needs to nd their way back to their home on Malletts Bay. It is in this way that the MPB Scholarship plays a vital role in the life-cycle of Brown Ledge.

It is these girls the ones who sacriced for Brown Ledge who made my camp experience so meaningful. My bunkie, Katie Frank, was one of those campers. When I asked Katie what it meant to receive the MPB Scholarship, she had this to say: The impact of that gift on my life is immeasurable. As an adult, I feel a deep sense of responsibility to give back, to Brown Ledge and beyond. I walk for a cause, I give a small amount to the annual giving fund, I volunteer at Hospice . . . I am more philanthropic than I would have been without that early gift. Katie is one of many scholarship recipients who taught me strength, the power of positivity, and to savor every moment of life, whether at Brown Ledge or elsewhere.We so often say that the scholarship

allows girls to experience and benet from Brown Ledge, and that is true. But more importantly, I think it is Brown Ledge itself that really benets. When you give to the MPB Scholarship Fund, you arent just giving the gift of camp: you are giving a gift to camp. You are helping to ensure that camps purpose and core values continue for years to come.

(It is camp policy to hold the identity of all scholarship applicants and recipients in strict condence. Identifying information provided in this article was done with permission from the scholarship recipients.)

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Kasper Konyves 13

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