My grandfather was co-owner of Camp Chippewa, an overnight camp set in the woods along the shore of Mascoma Lake in New Hampshire. He spent his summers delighting campers with stories and puns, while supervising boys and girls in their home away from home. It was rustic living: sleeping in cabins without electricity, showering in shared bathhouses, and canoeing and swimming in the freshwater lake. As a kid, my mother went along each summer grudgingly; she hated the long ride to camp, the communal living, and the bugs. But by the time her children were old enough to attend summer camp, she encouraged us to take advantage of all that camp has to offer.
Some of my fondest childhood memories are from overnight camp in the Berkshires mountains of western Massachusetts: songs around the campfire, muddy hobo hikes in the rain, trust falls at the ropes course, late night cabin chats in our bunks. Going away from home for the first time was scary but also liberating. There were rules — sure — and counselors who provided supervision, but nobody was watching every single thing I did or said or ate the same way my mom did at home. For me — a studious academic generally happy to be left alone to get lost in a book — going to summer camp forced me out of my comfort zone and immersed me in different sights and sounds and experiences. By the time the summer ended my skin was bronzed from being outside all day and my knees were scabbed and bruised from running and playing. I had also made close friendships and established a new-found confidence that would serve me well for years to come.
My children have gotten their overnight camp experiences beside a picturesque lake in upstate New York. Today, most camps require campers to forfeit all electronics, so it’s a detox of sorts for kids used to being continuously attached to their phones, social media, and gaming consoles. Instead, they spend their days playing basketball and soccer and roller hockey, paddle boarding and tubing on the lake, competing in relay races, making friendship bracelets, putting on shows, and singing songs. As a mother used to keeping close tabs on my kids’ daily moods and able to connect via text at any moment of the day, it’s been quite an adjustment for me too. The only way I learn what’s happening at camp is to pour over photos posted daily, trying to catch a glimpse of my children: Are they smiling? Do they seem to be having fun? Have they been wearing sunscreen? (New AI-driven apps that automatically detect specific faces in the photos have greatly simplified this process.) Despite my nerves, my kids have come back with such joyful memories of summer camp: singing songs on the car ride home, laughing about their adventures, recounting the best and worst activities, legs covered in bug bites and grins from ear to ear.
This summer my youngest took his turn at overnight Boy Scout camp, a rugged week of camping, hiking, merit badge classes, campfires, and dining hall escapades. He came back bursting with stories and confidence and excitement that he did something he didn’t know he could do. And my oldest went back to overnight camp as a counselor, now with the awesome responsibility to keep the campers safe and having fun. She witnessed how youngsters develop their own independence, learning for the first time how to care for and advocate for themselves. My daughter exercised her leadership skills, built new friendships with other staff members, and loved being back in her happy place.
Not everyone gets to go to summer camp. According to the American Camp Association (ACA), prior to COVID-19 there were more than 12,000 camps operating in the U.S. — 7,000 overnight camps and 5,000 day camps — providing summer experiences to more than 6 million children and employing 1.5 million adults. In the U.S., about 15% of adults say they typically send their children to summer camp. Campers are predominantly white (~77%), from middle- and high-income families (~80%), with no known disabilities (~79%), and between the ages of 9 and 12.
The first summer camps in the United States opened in the 1870s as a place for boys to escape urban life and build character by “roughing it” and connecting with nature. In 1900 there were fewer than 100 summer camps in the U.S.; by 1918 there were over 1,000. The ACA was started in 1910, establishing health standards and more regimented camp activities. By World War I, camps opened to girls and taught life skills. In the 1920s, distinct camps cropped up for particular racial, ethnic, and religious groups: African American, Native American, Christian, Jewish, and more. For these groups, summer camp helped foster cultural and social identities.
For Jewish kids growing up on the East Coast in the past century, going to sleepaway camp has become nearly a rite of passage. The first Jewish overnight camp was founded in 1893 in New York, and many more soon sprung up to cater to the children of city-dwelling Eastern European immigrants. Some began as a place to “Americanize” the immigrant children; later many focused on Jewish culture and religion. Today it’s especially common for Jewish children to attend overnight camp, where campers build life-long friendships and foster a strong Jewish identity.
Many children who would value and benefit from camp experiences may not have the means for or access to summer camp. Programs like Hartford’s Camp Courant (the country’s oldest and largest free summer day camp program, where I was once a counselor) and Project Morry (established with the goal of allowing all children to have the opportunity to attend summer camp) are making a real difference at expanding access to broader segments of our community.
Some other countries besides the U.S. — including Canada, France, and Greece — have popular summer camp programs, but the concept of sending kids away to live in cabins in the woods for weeks at a time remains foreign to many around the world. U.S. camps do attract international campers and staff members, creating opportunities for cultural exchange, though there has been a steep decline in international attendees the past few years as a result of pandemic travel restrictions and visa program changes.
COVID-19 disrupted camp plans during the summers of 2020 and 2021. Many camps reduced enrollment, enacted safety precautions, or closed for the season(s). The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention (CDC) issued guidance for operating youth camps, which included encouraging vaccination for those eligible, mandating mask wearing for those unvaccinated, and recommending cleaning, screening, testing, cohort grouping, social distancing, and other safety protocols. In New York State, day camps were allowed to operate in 2020 but overnight camps were considered too risky and were banned from opening; more online camps cropped up to fill in the gap and give children (and their struggling parents) an option for entertainment and engagement. In 2021, the NY governor issued a 23-page report with guidance for safe opening of all camps during the pandemic.
Based on an ACA Camp Counts 2020 report, camp enrollment was down considerably in 2020 from the prior year: 61% lower for day camps and 26% lower for overnight camps. Of the 486 camps surveyed, 15% reported at least 1 COVID-19 case. A CDC report investigated the 2020 experience at four overnight camps in Maine, all of which implemented multilayer prevention and mitigation strategies that were successful in isolating three asymptomatic COVID-19 cases and preventing secondary transmission. While we don’t have the full account of 2021 yet, there has been a smattering of camp-related outbreaks, including one in Texas where more than 125 attendees of a church camp tested positive for COVID-19 and another in upstate New York (happily NOT my kids’ camp) where more than 30 unvaccinated campers were diagnosed with COVID-19.
The benefits of summer camp are many. Campers and counselors build self-esteem, independence, adventurousness, leadership, environmental awareness, spirituality, confidence, social skills, responsibility, and more. By the time I went off to college, living away from home wasn’t a scary or new experience. Not so for some peers who struggled to adjust to their new-found independence. The benefits continued into adulthood. I sang my babies to sleep with camp songs, and I relish watching as they grow and thrive through their own summer camp experiences.
23 thoughts on “A Tribute to Summer Camp”
Hello, Kathryn.
Your grandparents were Harry & Lois Levitin and your mother Marjorie, correct? Must be so as he was, indeed, a pun-y guy. I was a camper in 1950, when my mother Mollie Belkin taught drama at Chippewa, and then from 1955-1959. And I do recall electricity although your other recollections conform to mine. I have looked periodically on the Internet for any signs of Chippewa, and this is the first I have seen. Thanks so much for posting. I have mixed memories of those summers as I was the only Bostonian in a sea of New Yorkers! (Lost my accent within the first 2 weeks). Hoping that others will post so that I can reconnect with the few for whom I retain fond memories.
Linda Belkin Bennett
Linda, Thanks you for sharing your memories! Yes, my mother was Marjorie and her parents were Harry and Lois Levitin. You’ll see a few others have also commented with memories from Camp Chippewa. It’s wonderful to hear the stories and how meaningful camp was to do many. I’m in the process right now of getting my kids packed and ready for overnight camp!
Kathryn I knew your grandparents and your parents. I was born and grew up in New Haven. The picture of the entire camp is great. I am in the bottom row the last boy on the right. The picture also includes my twin sister and brother. Bob Mettler
I remember Chippewa fondly. I too was there in the mid 50s. Harry’s partner was Dave a short stocky guy who would flex his biceps a lot. I loved color war and all the sports. The lake was always cold. Jews were not welcome at hamburger shack down the road but counselors would bring them back(Polanski was the place). Robert Goodman nyc.
Thanks for sharing the memories! I hadn’t heard about Polanski – how interesting!
I was at Camp Chippewa for just one summer — 1956 — when I was a 15 year old waiter. My parents, Armand and Eleanor Zimmermann, were the head counselors. I became friends with 13 year old Marjorie Levitan that summer. Chippewa was a special place. I have fond memories.
Remy Zimmermann
Remy, Thank you for sharing such wonderful memories of my parents and grandparents. I hadn’t realized that your parents were head counselors at Camp Chippewa!
Thank you Kathryn for so such beautiful prose. I too, searched for years hoping someone would write about Chippewa. I attended Chippewa from 1960 to 1964. I remember Harry who must have stayed on for a year when Sam Janus bought the camp. Sam sold it in late 1963 to a group of basketball coaches. That’s when the camp lost its soul. More than half of the repeating campers no longer returned. The warmth, history and long time friends were lost.
I remember color wars and how hard the organizers tried to keep the surprise hidden from us (mostly it didn’t work), the multi-day bus trips (Canada), A trip to Maine to see a solar eclipse, singing “a hundred bottle of beer..”, rainy day movies, “free time” to make our own activity choices (mine was usually learning how to develop photos in the darkroom). Sports at Dartmouth’s campus. Learning to play golf. The smell of breakfast when we walked into the dining room, calling out other bunks and singing some kind a silly phrase to them. If there was a visitor we would welcome them with another song. In 1964 I was the camp photographer and have saved all the photos I took (along with a lot of other memorabilia.) Would love to share them all, if anyone has a thought on how to do it.
Oh, what wonderful memories! Thanks so much for sharing. Amazing that you’ve saved those photos and memorabilia. I’d love to see them!
Hi Kathryn,
Trying to find a way to share them all. Perhaps Facebook?
Barry
This is what I’ve set up. Let me know if I should continue adding photos.
https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100082241943864
This is great! Thank you!
I think I created a Facebook profile for the camp. Try searching for Camp Chippewa in Google. There are other CC, so you may have to scroll through the listings. I made the account public so anyone can see the photos. This was just a first try. If it works I’ll continue scanning and posting.
More photos added today
My sister Joan is in the picture you posted in the bottom left. Joan Silver She and I went to camp Chippewa when I was seven so probably from 1955 to 1962. We have fond memories of our years at this camp.
How wonderful! You may have seen that Barry Dutchen created a Facebook group for “Camp Chippewa” and added more pictures.
I started Chippewa in 1945 with my twin sister and 2 older brothers. There is so much I remember from the 8 years we spent there. From “we are here because we’re here. To Dave Glazer’s Owa Tagus Siam.
Hi Kathryn,
My name is Susan Bitensky Siegel, and attended Camp Chippewa from 1957 to 1964 when Chippewa sadly closed.
How did I get there? Harry Levitan was related to Irene Dubin of Bennington VT. Harry traveled to Bennington in the spring of 1957 to pitch Camp Chippewa. I can still remember him arriving at my home with his slides. Because Bennington had very few Jewish families with children, there were a group of families, including mine, who all signed up for Camp Chippewa. This included: Susan and Ted Bitensky, Jim and Harriet Dubin, David, Steven, and Edward Greenberg, Alan and Richard Moskovitz, and Neal LaChant. I am still in touch with David Greenberg and of course my brother, Ted; and Harriet Dubin Straus through Facebook.
At that time, campers arrived by camp trains that traveled to White River Junction, VT, and then took school buses to Chippewa. Chippewa was my haven for 8 weeks of the summer. Camp was transformable for me. Independence, communal living, team-building, and forming life long friendships. In fact, Betsy Fels Pottruck and I have been camp friends since 1960. I see her annually and we have shared simchas together.’
Several years ago, I took a drive to Enfield to see if I could find Chippewa. Sadly, the property is now private homes and condos. The La Salette was still there. There is also a small Shaker Village there. I was so overwhelmed with emotion and all those good memories came back. It was so heartbreaking when Roy Rubin, Phil Hirsch, and the other two closed Chippewa.
Very interestingly, I worked for the Cohen Camps, sponsors of Camps Pembroke, Tel Noar and Tevya for 21 years as staff recruiter/hr specialist. I also served as program director at Tel Noar of seven of those 21 years, and office team member at Pembroke for 10 of those 21 years.
I have memorabilia from camp including all my bunk pictures.
By the way Ellen Silver Stange was Betsy’s and my counselor for at least 2 seasons. And I do remember Barry Dutchen.
Let me know where I can post pictures.
My best,
Susan Bitensky Siegel
susansiegel1@gmail.com
More wonderful memories of Camp Chippewa! Thanks for sharing!
I was at Chippewa in the 60’s, before Rubin purchased it and after – as a waiter then counselor. The very most wonderful times – color wars and all of it. Bless my parents for engineering that. Have been back, and though it is so very different, the memories washed over me – after all, it was just yesterday.
Len Augenlicht, (leonard.augenlicht@einsteinmed.edu)
I went to Camp Chippewa for three years the best time of my life. I remember the canteen where we danced and had wonderful memories. Would love to have a Camp reunion if anyone would join me to put together.
Eileen Fischer Colalillo
I was a seven year old when I left New York with my older sister the 10 to go on a long train ride to New Hampshire. I went to that camp ever summer until I was 15 years old. My husband would joke when the summer came every year that I was going to camp. The memories are to many to write but I always loved going. I grew up there. I didn’t didn’t realize until I got older all that I became and all that I learned was probably one of the most important lessons in my life. The friendships the swimming in the lake the color war the food. The fact that I could play tennis and swim like a fish. I could shoot a gun from rifle practice. I could play archery badminton and on and on. What an experience. I’ll forever have camp Chippewa in my heart
I was a seven year old when I left New York with my older sister then 10 to go on a long train ride to New Hampshire. I went to that camp every summer until I was 15 years old. My husband would joke when the summer came every year that I was going to camp. The memories are to many to write but I always loved going. I grew up there. I didn’t realize until I got older all that I became and all that I learned was probably one of the most important lessons in my life. The friendships the swimming in the lake the color war the food. The fact that I could play tennis and swim like a fish. I could shoot a gun from rifle practice. I could play archery badminton and on and on. What an experience. I’ll forever have camp Chippewa in my heart