After 37 years of leading Keystone, I found myself struggling a bit, and it took me a while to figure out why. We had our girls here; we had an amazing staff; everyone was having fun; we were COVID free…what could be wrong? I missed our oneness.
Keystone has always been a small camp where everyone knows everyone else. Try learning names and faces when the faces are mostly obscured and you can’t breach the cohort of the cabin. At campfire, instead of calling the girls by level for group pictures, we rearranged and recognized the girls by cabin. We also missed draping arms across each others’ shoulders as we sang some of our favorite campfire songs. This was also true of assemblies, which we held on the tennis courts. Taps happened in individual cabin group circles, when in the past, the entire camp would gather in a single circle, holding hands and singing together.
Mealtimes were always an important time of togetherness. There used to be so much singing in the dining hall, and the girls would be assigned to different tables each week in order to get to know each other. A mixture of ages would be at each table. It didn’t take long to learn everyone’s names that way. This summer, we set up shifts in the dining hall, but we never seemed to end up with all of second shift arriving at the same time. It wasn’t unusual to find ourselves singing grace with 2-3 cabins out of 8 in the room. It took some practice, but everyone eventually made it to the meal. By week two, we got it figured out.