Summer camp, in general, is full of tradition and legacy. It’s one of the many things that makes camp such an incredible experience. Whether it’s a unique location, a storied leader, the beginnings of Christmas in July, or historic structures on the National Register, tradition and legacies help tell each camp’s story. While there are many traditions here at Keystone Camp that have shaped us over the past 110 years, there is one figure in particular who left an indelible legacy.
Ms. Bertha was a legend. For 44 summers, she ran the Keystone kitchen and served up some of the best food I have ever eaten in my life. She was a grandmotherly figure in my life from the very beginning. When I was a kid, I hated breakfast, but I ate her scrambled eggs like they were going out of style. She made the very best fried chicken, chicken salad, and banana pudding that you could imagine. She was even the one who could get my brother to try a green vegetable.
Before my family moved to Brevard, we commuted with Ms. Bertha up from Jacksonville, Florida. We’d make a mandatory stop at Maurices Piggie Park in Columbia, SC, before heading up the mountain to Brevard, where she would live in the house beside the dining hall all summer. I’d often sit with her on her porch at the end of the night and she would tell me stories about my mom when she was little. She’d talk about my grandparents and share memories from the days when my grandfather ran the show.