Crazy Times at Camp Maywood

Every year about this time, Mom and Dad would load up Ben and me and drive us to Hamilton, Alabama so that we could attend Maywood Christian Camp. It was one of the best parts of every summer from the time that I was ten until I was 16.

A close friend who went to church with us told us about Camp Maywood. Her husband was originally from Hamilton, which was about 45 minutes south of where my dad’s parents lived. So it was a good match. We would spend a week at camp, and Gramma and Papa M would come and pick us up to spend a week with them.

Ben and I would have so much fun that we would later, at home, stay up late into the night talking and laughing about camp stories.

I think Ben actually had better stories, and he probably had a better time. By the end of the week, I was exhausted from the heat and all of the girl drama. The boys, on the other hand, did crazy stuff like rat-tail fights, cabin raids (which really weren’t allowed and resulted in swim suspension!), and rafter-climbing.

In spite of the heat, humidity, and drama, I really did love it and went back every year!

Here is a picture of the inside of our cabins.  No a/c!  (Note:  I don't know who those parents are.)
Here is a picture of the inside of our cabins. No a/c! (Note: I don’t know who those parents are.)
A canoe ride with two sweet camp friends.
A canoe ride with two sweet camp friends.
Our cabin, Gilgal B.
Our cabin, Gilgal B.
The girl next to me and I loaded up on cotton candy at the Hamilton skating rink.  Later that night, I was soooooo sick!
The girl next to me and I loaded up on cotton candy at the Hamilton skating rink. Later that night, I was soooooo sick!

To the pool I go!  Mom made this swimming cover-up out of terry towels!
To the pool I go! Mom made this swimming cover-up out of terry towels!
If you knew how un-athletic I am, you would laugh at these two awards that I won.
If you knew how un-athletic I am, you would laugh at these two awards that I won.

0 Responses to Crazy Times at Camp Maywood

  1. Hey Steph….great post, brings back memories of giggling girls, being chased by the boys with garter snakes, mosquitoes, early morning swims in the lake, and camp fires late into the night.

  2. Hey Steph….great post, brings back memories of giggling girls, being chased by the boys with garter snakes, mosquitoes, early morning swims in the lake, and camp fires late into the night.

  3. We were real campers back then, without air conditioners! I remember that we always wanted on the top bunk, even though it was even hotter up there.

  4. We were real campers back then, without air conditioners! I remember that we always wanted on the top bunk, even though it was even hotter up there.

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