I am so fortunate to have just finished my 36th summer running Keystone Camp. What is also very special is the fact that I am the fourth generation of my family to do so. Keystone is a small camp, and throughout my life, one of the greatest benefits of growing up on the property with my grandmother and my parents was the time spent hearing stories from the past. I learned great tales of earlier times and of stand out campers. Like myself, both my grandmother and my father knew the name of every girl in camp. They often knew the parents as well, and our lives would intertwine as we traveled for camp or in the many winters my family spent living in Jacksonville, Florida, where the idea for Keystone originally began on property that is now Episcopal High School. When I lived in Jacksonville, I doubt a day went by when I did not make a Keystone connection with someone. My father had taught school in the off-season, and many of his students were Keystone campers in the 1960’s.