I am proud of being a wife and a mother, but those roles involve a partnership with my husband (a very patient, tolerant, and loving person who was often the only man in the dining hall). What we achieve as individuals is also important. When I look back at my 41 summers at Keystone, I realize how much my identity was defined by my role at camp. When I became a local elected official, I learned I had other ways I could be defined.
Camp is a complex operation. You run your own water system, your own restaurant, your own repair operation, your own horse farm, your own hotel, etc. I tallied things up recently: a physical plant of 125 acres, 31 buildings, 49 showers, 70 toilets, and 85 sinks. Absolutely nothing could go wrong, right? How I remember the days of a dozen horses running loose down the public road and through a neighbor’s newly planted garden. Those were the days.