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Welcome to the
"Chayt Era"
Camp Impala
"After the Reunion" Page
After months of planning, after many
long hours attending to every detail of the event, after exhaustive
searches for fellow alumni, the Reunion Committee finally pulled it off.
The Camp Impala "Chayt Era" Reunion, hosted by the Williams Lake Resort in
Rosendale, NY on Memorial Day weekend, 2006, was a huge success.
Attended by 55 alumni from the 1960's/early '70's, most of whom hadn't seen
each other in more than 35 years, and 9 spouses/guests, the reunion succeeded in bringing us all
together again and provided us an opportunity to share some precious
memories of that special time in all of our lives.
In attendance were the
following alumni and guests:
Alan & Michelle Finkel
Allan Kornberg
Allen Nadler
Allyson Howard
Anne Fallick
Barbara Otelsberg
Barry & Joan Otelsberg
Buzzy & Meryl Tabatchnick
Carl Derenfeld
Cindy Berkowitz
Donna Levy
Donna Zuckerman
Eileen Cohen
Ellen Kamen
Elyse Gustin
Fredda Hausman
Gary Fishberg
Hedda Jason
Heidi Evans & Josh Getlin
Howie Goldstein
Ilene Center
Iris Glicksberg
Ivy Dearman
Jan Fineman
Jeri Cohen
Jerry & Wendy Otelsberg
Jodi Feld |
Joey Allen
Karen Forman
Larry Rheingold
Lila Otelsberg
Liz Grabiner
Lori Otelsberg
Lynn Itzkowitz
Lynn Shapiro & Peter Campbell
Marcel Licht
Mike Berger
Mike Klein
Mike Zuckerman
Nancy Kirschner
Richie Balaban
Richie Horowitz
Robin Derenfeld & Yaron Menczel
Robin Edinger
Roy Berger
Scott Rose
Sharon Zuckerman
Shelly Solomon
Steve Dinkes
Steve & Helene Hoffman
Steve & Robin Rosen
Susan Fineman
Ted Sirota / Mike Strazza
Terri Schwartz
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Quiet,
please... Dedicated to...
For two
weeks, I was trying to keep a low profile. There were so many
problems at my condominium and since I was president of the
association, it was easier to think about that than the reunion
coming up shortly. I had a slowness about me that was unusual.
Wednesday night I took out my suitcase and put it in the middle of
my living room floor. Where to begin, what do I pack?
As I started ripping apart my closet I was reflecting upon the past
ten months. It seemed such a short time ago when Barbara and I
started emailing and she said that I was fun to play with. Strange
how we both lived in the main house for three years and yet we
didn’t really know one another. I thought now we really do after
this amazing experience.
Last April Shelly posted on the Kerner site that it was her birthday
and so I sent her a little birthday note. Shelly didn’t remember me
but it didn’t matter; she joined free play. Shelly said she was
still a friend with Terri Schwartz and I was so elated to hear
this. Did Terri remember me? Would she want to join in free play?
Terri absolutely remembered me and wanted to join in the fun. Soon
I was hearing from so many people. Barbara and I were talking about
having a reunion. I started calling places in the City (Manhattan
what other city is there) and thought perhaps we could rent a
banquet room and have a nice day. Then I heard from Anne Fallick
who reminded me that there were plenty of people living in Florida
and it should be a weekend.
That June I was dog-sitting and checked my email remotely from my
friend’s computer. Oh my Gosh, Roy Berger wrote me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thus, we became Charlie and the Angels. We needed to make weekly
decisions and Roy was able to provide us with a conference call and
nominated the natural choice Barbara as the chair. Soon every fiber
of my being was waiting for the emails and the conference calls.
This was the center of our lives.
So I packed, keeping my emotions in check. Roy and I spoke so I
knew he had the directions to my condo. Barbara had the scheduling
for the car service all arranged. Every detail was in order. I
awoke Thursday morning at 6:30 and got ready. I paced around the
apartment. Finally, at 8:15 I called Roy’s cell. That squeaky
raspy voice answered, “Robs”, she said. BARBARA, WHERE ARE YOU?
She described some things on the highway. Oh, my god you are only
20 minutes away. I thought I would burst. After almost a year I
would finally see her and all of my friends. Roy got on the phone
and said now we are passing…
YOU ARE ONLY 15 MINUTES AWAY. Suddenly I got a call. We are here.
I ran downstairs; Barbara and I hugged which was the best hug I
received in many a long time. Roy bent down (a long way down) for a
kiss.
We were on our way to one of the best experiences of our lives. As
Roy many years ago crossed his legs and read his paper under the
tree, he did so again in the back seat of my car. Barb and I
chatted and giggled. When we saw the sign Rosendale we sang “We’re
Here Because We’re Here”.
Nobody could possibly understand the experience all of us shared at
this reunion. My friends were so happy for me that I had such a
great time but how could I possibly explain the spiritual meaning
behind it. This wasn’t just another Memorial Day Weekend. This
wasn’t just another get-together. This was the first reunion after
the last. This was a moment, a once in a lifetime.
These five gracious people stroked me, listened to me, held me even
though they were not physically with me. These five gracious people
wiped my tears and felt my sorrow. These five gracious people
supported me through the rough times. These five gracious people
made me laugh. These five gracious people are my friends as every
single one of you is now.
-- Robin Edinger |
Highlights of the weekend included:
The Friday evening welcome reception and cocktail
party...
I was so happy to be part of the greeting committee and see the
expressions on everyone's faces when they first arrived. I was amazed
how everyone, perhaps unsure of what they were walking into
 in the
parking lot, took one step into the main lobby, saw the Camp Impala
Reunion sign, and got the biggest smiles on their faces. There wasn't
one minute of discomfort and it was as if all the years in between never
happened. We were all back at camp and it was such an easy transition.
Everyone hugged warmly and was so happy to see old friends and meet new
ones that it was amazing. This was the springboard for the rest of the
weekend and it only got better from there. This was the most fabulous
weekend and the warmest sharing experience that I've had, and I can't
wait until the next reunion in 2009!
-- Anne Fallick
The Friday night
BLUE vs
GOLD
camp trivia competition...
In true blue (and gold) color war spirit, the blue and gold teams
went head to head during Friday night's camp trivia competition.
Blue team captain
Joey Allen and his team huddled together, fiercely determined to answer as
many questions as possible in the allotted time period while across the
room the equally determined gold team, captained by Robin Derenfeld, planned and executed its own strategy for victory.
Two teams, collaborating, disputing, discussing, and then writing,
writing, writing, each group worked together, digging deep down within its
collective memory banks to come up with correct answers to questions
on subjects decades old. Points were tallied, final scores announced, and the
blue team, by a small margin, was victorious.
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Shelly Green
The Saturday morning softball game...
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 The
gentle misty blanket of a late spring morning brought sky and ground
close that Saturday. First dawn sounds of morning greeted the field
like old friends. The rain of the night before painted the ground a
dark green and the paths of the baselines emerged like highways. The
perfect serenity, interrupted now only by the morning birds, knew
its time would soon be over.
Slowly, the rising sun peaked through the mist and shone
majestically on the outfield. You could see bending streams of light
through the lifting fog, illuminating the place where names like
Rose, Derenfeld, Zuck, Tabatchnick, Hamstring Horowitz, Berger,
Klein, Sirota, Cohen, Rheingold, Kornberg, Feld, Levy, Forman,
Howard, and so many others would roam.
The field worked to come alive during the early morning hours, aided
by a staff as committed to preparing it as the players would be to
play on it. Water around the plate was efficiently swept away.
Chairs were placed strategically. Bases were laid down with all the
proper respect for the game and those who play it.
In a weekend filled with moments of glory and grandeur, this was one
unto itself.
This was Game Day.
Throughout the early morning, Managers Heidi Evans and Lynn Shapiro
chose, cajoled, negotiated and finalized their teams. The names
were familiar, of course. The kind of game these players had always
brought was more established in our minds than any major league
scouting report. Everyone knew what everyone else had. But no one
knew what anyone had left.
Barry and Lila walked out to the mound to throw out the ceremonial
first ball. Both pitches represented the deep feeling of respect
and memory of the Impala fields on which we played.
Game on!
Allen and Rosen.
Joey and Itzik got the call. Warriors of old. Each staking claim
to past Impala moments of glory. Allen, on the mound for Evans, shut
them down early. Itzik, going for the Shapiros, worked out of
trouble throughout the first part of the game, bending but not
breaking.
The game moved through a scoreless first two. The Shapiros went down
in the top of the third. In the bottom of the third Allen joked with
Tabatchnick that he was praying for anything but a triple. God help
the hitter who had to make that turn around second and try and leg
it to third.
But fate, the grand partner of all athletes, present and former,
grabbed the reigns. Allen took the third pitch from Itzik and
launched one into the gap. As he rounded first, Tabatchnick yelled
at him mockingly that it would be that very triple. But it would
never even be that easy. The play at third would be close, real
close. Like the Spruce Goose heading back towards the water on its
one and only flight, Allen slid in the direction of third. A hush
overtook the crowd. You don’t often see 54 year-old men sliding
except running for the train in the winter. But he got down, got
down reasonably near the base and,
more importantly, got up! The surprise alone made Ted Sirota
lose all thoughts of making a tag!
A base hit brought the run in; the score stayed 1-0.
Peter Campbell
launched a rocket to spark a rally which gave the Shapiros a 3-1
lead. Funny how that happens! At least it would make for a
pleasant car ride home. Berger scored. Derenfeld would score too.
A sweeping nick-of-time tag by Larry Rheingold on a sac fly attempt
stopped the Shapiros from getting an all important fourth run. A
long run and spectacular catch by a gritty Steve Dinkes did the
same.
While the Evans picked a run to make
it 3-2, it might have been more had Sharon Zuck not thrown herself
into the backstop with abandon to catch a foul pop. Looking like she
was thrusting herself at an adult piñata, she brought the ball down
in what could arguably have been the play of the game. It looked
like Itzik had the stuff that day to make it stick.
Bottom seven brought what bottom sevens often bring…drama. Grim
determination on the faces of the Evans. Equal grit was evident on
every member of the Shapiros.
Two runners got on that inning. One failed to do so. Second and
third and one out. Stepping into the batter's box like a modern day
Rudy, fearless like Aragorn ready for the battle, strode Donna Zuck.
She knew what she was asked to do. Words needn’t have been spoken.
Itzik bore down with the stuff souls are made of. Andy Pettite eyes,
intensely grabbing the scene from under his cap, his borrowed glove
holding the ball, fingering and gripping it, giving it D-Day-like
instructions.
The frozen moment. A song blaring from Horowitz’s radio. The cheers
from the crowd, the prepared stances on the fielders, the base
runners waiting like the start of the Kentucky Derby contrasted
against a dark blue sky. Everything just stopped. Donna Zuck
spitting her tobacco out of the hole in her teeth in slow
motio—wait, not that.
But everything else was in place for the moment of truth.
A cool and confident Itzik wound up, turned home and let loose.
Donna swung. Contact. Up it went. Runners broke. In what was surely
divine intervention, it felt like Harry’s hand pushed the ball past
a charging leftfielder. But then Gene’s hand pushed it back towards
the glove. Claire whooshed it away again with a gentle breath. Sally
knocked it back on her way to Gibbers. Irma didn't want anyone to
feel bad so she didn’t get involved. An obvious disagreement had
ensued as to where the ball was to drop.
But it was Tony, with a single punch to the chest, who finally
forced the ball down out of the sky for a base hit. One run scored.
Tie. Second run coming home. Throw, catch, touch……….Safe! Game Over.
The Evans’ Win. Thhhhhhe Evans Win!
The celebration was
unleashed. Everyone felt it. Whether one was Evans or Shapiro, the
magic of the moment was inescapable.
Itzik bowed his head for just a moment in defeat but then realized
what a momentous event he had just participated in. Allen picked up
the game ball and noticed it had the unique smell of a Budweiser
fished from a stream. He looked up from the Field of Dreams they
were all on and was amazed. Every ache, every pain, every stress,
every fear, every burden on every person…they were all gone.
How many times we gave it everything we had, alongside the same
people we stood with this day. For all the great moments, for all
the wins, losses, camaraderie, cheering in the bleachers, post-game
ecstasy and life lessons learned, time let itself be stopped. It
tipped its cap in acknowledgement to all of us before moving on.
Sixty or so faces were there milling about after it had ended and
every one had a smile. Now where are you
ever going to find that?
-- Joey Allen
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The Saturday afternoon trip to Camp Impala...
a
trip home
There
were two parts to this special adventure, the bus ride up to Woodbourne
and the trip to Impala.
The
bus ride in itself was magical. Old songs filled the air along with
the anticipation of going back in time. When the bus paused to turn
left onto Budd Road, facing the Woodbourne Fire House, everyone was quiet.
Budd Road looked different since the old landmarks were replaced by new homes.
Some of the old places still remained, however. We were all waiting to
see what became of the witch’s house. The bus driver stopped in front of
it and here we were, 50 year olds singing "Ding Dong, The Witch is Dead."
Next stop, Camp Impala.
Many
of us have gone back to Impala over the years. We’ve had our
individual experiences, seeing the camp in the hands of others, seeing the
destruction of our bunks and the grounds. But this was different.
We were going back not as individuals, but as a time capsule waiting to
burst open as we passed through the gates of our beloved totem poles. We were
going home.
It
could have been a sad experience if we looked through our present day
eyes. But the magic we had when we all met on Friday at Williams Lake
came with us to Impala. We were 16 again and running around the compound
and through the bunks like a bunch of teenagers looking for pieces of
treasures to spark our memories, (except Larry Rheingold who was 9 again
and still getting in trouble and had to sit on the step of HQ).
Roy
made it to bush with Karen Forman. True it was during the day with Jerry
taking a picture instead of at night with Harry and his flashlight. But
hey, he made it. Better late than never. (Karen you would have made it to
bush with Roy 38 years ago if you hadn’t shoved jacks down his throat.)
How
was it that the dining room looked so much bigger in the 60’s? Did we
really watch the man land on the moon here? How did we ever fit in there
with so many people? How did we sleep with six people in this room?
Wasn’t the pool bigger? Could anyone see the lake? Once again, we were
huddled around the tree and standing on the compound where the flagpole
used to be. Friends, friends, friends, we will always be………….truer words
have never been spoken.
That
night, we watched a movie of Camp Impala with everything looking the way
it was, and that is how Impala will forever remain in our minds and in our
hearts.
-- Barbara Otelsberg
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A special thank
you to Lori O for making it possible for us to get on the camp
grounds! You Rock!!! |
The Saturday night reunion dinner...
Did it really happen or was it a dream? Maybe both. How good was Roy
(Bronco, Charlie, and now Mr. Saturday Nite?) I need a transcript to
really appreciate it all. Dinkes and I were either laughing or crying, or
laughing and crying throughout it all. I wouldn't have believed
some of it if Roy didn't have the video to back it up.
How classy was Lila? So many wonderful things sent her way and she just
sent the love right back at us. How good did you feel?
New York/California Barbara; so many tears of joy and so much heart, one
weekend of this was not enough.
Heidi dear, how could you say all those nice things? I'm glad you did; it
was funny when all the guys stood. Balaban showing for dinner, always
classy. Nadler (just) back from Woodstock. Their timing could not have
been better.
What can I say about Joe? I can't imagine Saturday Night Live without you
(Gene and Irma).
The Angels, the memory book, and the plates, "holy cow." For me, it was
the view from the stage, truly a "beauty pageant." I meant everything I
said; I love all of you and always have.
Wish I mentioned Free Play. Think about those words and those times, how
good was free play and how good were those times? If you need help, just
play the video. By the way, the girl at the pool with the pole in her
hand is my trophy wife!
"Camp Impala will keep us together."
-- Buzzy Tabatchnick
The
Saturday night bonfire...
This was a very special part of our reunion. All of us sitting by the
fire on our blankets/chairs under a beautifully clear sky, Alan and Richie
playing their guitars and singing, the rest of us roasting marshmallows
and making smores, a champagne toast -- what a magical night.
The stars were out in full force and the weather was perfect. There
were people who would have loved to have slept outside that night under
the gorgeous sky. The love that was felt that night and, for that
matter, the entire weekend, is a love that will last forever. The
bond we formed so many years ago is an eternal one and for that we must
thank the Chayt/Otelsberg families with a very special hug.
To Lila, our mom for the two months of summer each year, until our next
reunion (may it not be another 38 years).
-- Terri Schwartz
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Richie's
champagne toast at the bonfire...
To my
not so old, old friends, and extended family from those special
years we spent at Camp Impala; To Harry and Claire, who were our
surrogate grandparents during those summers (Alan does a good mimic
of Harry, with no disrespect); to Lila, who was our mother,
guardian, and mean old flashlight lady; To Barbara O, for
conjuring up the idea for this reunion and who I thought was
so much younger than me for all those summers (I probably would
never have looked at you as a babe anyway because I was friends with
Barry, and I was probably scared to death of your mother, well, not
really). To the entire committee for making this happen. To Roy for
taking care of the Angels. Terri, for counting the money. To my
favorite blonde scrabble buddy and computer wizard, Shelly. Thank
you. I will thank the other ladies later. I’m in room #___.
Roy, thanks, but you are not invited. I don’t know about all of you,
but this reunion has opened a door in my head that holds incredible
memories for me. It has rekindled and brought back some wonderful
thoughts and feelings I thought were lost forever. To my
Impala family, may we meet again someday, or perhaps in another
lifetime, and may there be a whole new set of bushes there as well.
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It felt like the last day of camp on Sunday
morning...
Terri,
Barbara, Elyse, Shelly and Rich(ie) were standing in the parking lot by
the car. Rich(ie) and Elyse were going home. Thoughts came to mind of
the last day of camp. A wondrous fun-filled weekend coming to its
completion, the natural order of things. The suitcases were coming out of
the bunks; tears and smiles all at once were flowing. Everyone was still
trying to capture each moment.
As we said our good-byes and gave those special hugs filled with warmth,
caring and love, we all knew that this time would be different. We made a
connection that will stay with us for a lifetime. I delayed as long as
possible. Karen, Barbara and I talked for a while and I realized I had a
two-hour drive. I settled my account, turned in my well-used remote and
key. For one more time, as I did all those years ago, I looked at my
surroundings and smiled. Each of us left individually, one at a time. It
would have been far too painful if we all left at the same time. This
time around was softer.
No tears came as I started the ignition. I cried enough during lunch. I
was having after-glow. During the weekend, I felt peaceful, content and
totally myself.
I was driving alone, reflecting, strolling in my memories. They were not
memories of camp but memories of the weekend, memories of a feeling that
none of us can express. Then the phone rang. It was Roy, perfect
timing! I had company for a quarter of the trip, more after-glows. For
me, the quiet time drive home was the perfect way to end the weekend. We
all know that this was the end to a weekend, but the beginning of special
friendships.
-- Robin Edinger
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For anyone who would like to add their
comments/thoughts about what it felt like when it was time to leave
Williams Lake or in the days following the reunion,
please
email Shelly to have them
included here.
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What Lila said after
the reunion...
To Charlie's Angels and Charlie,
When Barb told me that she wanted to see if she could find some of our
old campers and perhaps plan a reunion, I thought she was nuts. I
said, "OK, see what you can do." I figured it would keep her busy
and out of trouble. Little did I know what she was getting
into. When it seemed to be getting out of hand you all joined in
and formed the committee. I was so thrilled to hear that others
were as excited about a reunion as Barb was. But never in my
wildest dreams did I expect it to turn out the way that it did....and
all of it long distance. You are without a doubt a phenomenal
group of people and I will love you always for putting this wonderful
weekend together. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
To all my kids,
I don't care how old you get you are still my kids. What can I say
about this weekend that hasn't already been said? My heart is so
full. I went to this reunion with several things in mind. One,
to see how you all turned out and two, to thank you for all my wonderful
memories. Instead you all turned the tables on me. I am so
overwhelmed with the love that I received this weekend.
Over the years camp has never been out of our minds or hearts. Every
so often we would come up with a story about something that happened.
My grandchildren have heard stories about camp until they're sick of
hearing them. You were surprised that we recognized or remembered
all of you? We have lived with all of you these 38 years in our
hearts and will continue to do so.
I am not really very good at writing what I feel especially when I am so
overwhelmed. I just want you all to know that I so appreciate your
coming to the reunion. The love that we have felt for you over the
years has been returned tenfold. For that I thank you. I am so very
proud of the kind of people you are and if in some small way my family had
something to do with it I am glad.
This is not coming out the way I wanted it to. My heart is so full of
emotions that words are running around in my head and they are not coming
out of my mouth properly. Just know that I love you all and you will
forever be my kids. Thank you for a memory that will never fade from
my heart.
And what others said
after the reunion....
Thank you does not seem to reflect the magnitude of love and warmth you
provided to so many of us through the reunion. For me…Roy, Steve
Dinkes, Joey Allen, Richie Horowitz…eternal gifts. Ilene Center will
be my good friend forever. We could not have been a better fit.
It was touching and wonderful. Meryl, Buzzy and Anne will continue in
my stable of friends as they have to this point. Thank you for the very
special feelings I will carry in my heart forever.
-- Elyse G
The event was
beyond anything I could have imagined. For two days, I had my groove back.
We all did. I knew everyone and felt good vibes everywhere I looked. I
couldn't catch my breath with it.
There was a moment when we were playing ball on that field of dreams
when someone came over to me and said "Hey, is this heaven?" I answered
back, "No, it's Woodbourne." I know Gene and Irma were at their best
here. but I realize that I was at my best too.
-- Joey A
I am
breathless over the entire weekend. I don't even know how to respond
to the overwhelming things you all said to me this weekend. I have
not stopped crying tears of joy and sadness--joy because of this wonderful
experience and sadness because I feel the emptiness like we all did 38
years ago when camp was over. Camp has always been so important to
me--it changed the course of my life forever. And now after seeing
all of you again, it just reinforces the love and emotions I have felt my
entire life. This weekend was truly one of the best of my life, and
I hope that we all continue this bond that we have formed again forever
and always. I know that we will go on with our own lives, but we
must vow to keep in touch--and hopefully do this again very soon.
-- Meryl T
I have been
trying to think of a how to put my feelings in writing.
Thanks to Meryl I no longer have to worry!! I am still numb from
this
weekend, it was more than I ever expected. I want to thank everyone
for all of the love I felt. I am one lucky lady to have all of you in my
life....looking forward to seeing you all again soon...
-- Lori O
I have been
trying to write to everyone to let them know how much this weekend has
meant to me and what a great job you and the rest of the committee did to
make this such a fabulous weekend. It was unreal. I can't even put into
words how fabulous this weekend was. Thank you, thank you, thank
you!
-- Nancy K
So I could
repeat the obvious: the memories, the bonds, the oh-so-special opportunity
we were all fortunate to have shared as children that brought us the most
memorable weekend of my life, but I won’t. Instead I want to thank
everyone for making a more significant contribution to my life so many
years ago. I came away this from this reunion with the knowledge
that from Camp Impala I received a priceless gift. I learned how to
live in our vast society, the importance of making my own contribution,
and, the most important thing of all: Happiness is just an attitude.
Thank you all.
-- Sharon
Z
Sharon, thank
you so much for the beautiful sentiments you expressed so well in your
email to all of us. I am especially touched by all the letters
expressing gratitude and love from those who attended this glorious
weekend event. It's difficult now in the aftermath to hang on to the
magic we all felt, but I know we will never lose what we shared 38 years
ago and found once again this weekend in all of us. It was great
seeing you again and catching up. Stay well, and we will do this
again someday. Count on it.
-- Shelly S
It's so nice to hear everyone's great feelings of the reunion. It is very
hard to explain it to someone who wasn't there. I tried to bring the
excitement into my stories of this weekend to my son and I showed him the
photos I took, but it's not the same as those who were there and the
feelings that we shared. We have something special, even after all these
years.
-- Anne F
The love and the positive energy that surrounded all of us this weekend
was an amazing experience. The committee might have worked hard to
put this weekend together but it was all of us as a collective group that
made it what it was. We didn't miss a beat. Within minutes we were
back in time, in the bosom of Camp Impala. We are an extended family
bonded by wonderful memories, emotions and experiences.
I left Williams Lake on Sunday at 5:00 p.m. I had the opportunity to sit
with the owners to finalize the payment and discuss the weekend.
They too were caught up with the emotions of the weekend and were amazed
that we really haven't seen each other in decades. But, the person
who said it best was Dennis, the bartender. He said, "This is what I
do for a living and I do reunions all the time, and I have never, ever
seen anything like this. I even cried when I watched the video."
Pretty amazing from a total stranger.
From the bottom of my heart, thank you all for making this weekend what it
was.
-- Barbara O
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The reunion photos
are here!
Check out the
photos at the new
Camp Impala Photo Site
and please feel free to add your photos as well. An album has
been created for everyone who attended the reunion. You may upload
as many photos as you like. It would be helpful to others if you
identify your photos with captions.
The Camp Impala Photo Site is hosted by Winkflash. To sign in,
please use the following information:
User Name:
campimpala
Password: chaytera
For instructions
on how to view the photos
or upload your own photos,
click here
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If you're interested in purchasing the
Blue/Gold
Camp Impala Reunion 2006 sweatshirt,
please
email Lori O by July 10 to
place your order.
Sweatshirts are available in S-M-L-XL sizes
for $35 apiece, including shipping.
Please
email Sue Fineman
if you'd like a current copy
of the attendee
name and address list or would like
to have your contact information included.
Copies of the table centerpiece
graphic and Lila's album
are available for download via e-mail by clicking the appropriate
graphic link below and requesting a copy:
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