We would sit by the waterfront and watch the memories of a joyous summer fade before our very eyes. Yes, we used to burn down the numbers of a specific camp year – such as 1969. Chanting the alma mater on the last night of camp was emotional. Singing patriotic songs overlooking Wayne Hall on July 4th was special. It also pounded at socials when I tried and sometimes succeeded in getting kissed behind the Social Hall. My heart would pound at inter-camp games. Back then, the golf course was in awful condition and snakes were ever-present. I loved everything about Tyler Hill, except Friday Night Services, nature and golf. I hope Steve knows I once scored 40 points in a basketball game in just two quarters - and later that day was honored to deliver Grace in the Mess Hall at lunchtime. He once struck out eighteen batters in a six inning hardball game as a Junior, and I got to watch the last two innings. Well, to be honest, Betsy Gottlieb was really the best. My older brother Jeff, who idolized Hal Frank but didn’t see eye to eye with Ed Michael as Head Counselors, was the “Ah Bey” man at THC! My younger brother Steve was considered the best tennis player in Tyler Hill history. In the winter of 1964, my parents Doris and Felix, and their best friends Buddy and Joan Dollinger, were looking for a new camp for the kids and met with Bill Heft - and the rest as they say, is history!
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