Comments on: And Another One Bites The Dust http://www.tenmilerivertrader.com/blog/2007/11/12/and-another-one-bites-the-dust/ Collecting Ten Mile River, one patch at a time Tue, 07 Feb 2012 01:57:29 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.1 By: Marty T http://www.tenmilerivertrader.com/blog/2007/11/12/and-another-one-bites-the-dust/comment-page-1/#comment-68691 Marty T Mon, 09 Jan 2012 21:51:00 +0000 http://www.tenmilerivertrader.com/blog/?p=77#comment-68691 I want to KUNATAH for four summers in the early sixties. The first summer I was a bit timid due to my never being away from home for so long. I went on the first trip (2 weeks)that first year.. Those two weeks hooked me. The next three years were full summers at KUNATAH along with four or five of my buddies. The camp director’s name was DOC. I remember him coming down from Rhode Island and always playing a Slide Whistle. The Head of the Mess Hall was Moose. My Camp sites were Sequoya, Seneca, Chappaqua and Back Woods. I don’t understand why they would elect to close down a WONDERFUL place like Camp KUNATAH…… Sorry to see you go. :-( I want to KUNATAH for four summers in the early sixties. The first summer I was a bit timid due to my never being away from home for so long. I went on the first trip (2 weeks)that first year.. Those two weeks hooked me. The next three years were full summers at KUNATAH along with four or five of my buddies. The camp director’s name was DOC. I remember him coming down from Rhode Island and always playing a Slide Whistle. The Head of the Mess Hall was Moose. My Camp sites were Sequoya, Seneca, Chappaqua and Back Woods.
I don’t understand why they would elect to close down a WONDERFUL place like Camp KUNATAH…… Sorry to see you go. :-(

]]> By: Fred Goldman http://www.tenmilerivertrader.com/blog/2007/11/12/and-another-one-bites-the-dust/comment-page-1/#comment-57391 Fred Goldman Wed, 10 Nov 2010 02:50:11 +0000 http://www.tenmilerivertrader.com/blog/?p=77#comment-57391 I went to Camp Kunatah around 1956 or so for two summers. I remember it as a "kosher kamp". The first year was great. First 2 weeks was in a generic troop, where we slept in an old very large army tent. The second 2 weeks was with my scout troop and they hired two airmen form the air force to be our scout masters. It was great. They taught us how to march and do marching chants and some other military stuff that came in handy in later life. The second summer was similar except the second two weeks, when we were with our own troop, the scout master didn't show. Being one of the younger of the troop, the older scouts harassed us and it was a very unhappy time for me. I had studied the saxaphone up until that time. The camp bugler taught me how to play the bugle and even let me blow the bugle calls during the day, from first call to taps. I especially liked playing, "to the colors" during the raising and lowering of the flag. I really enjoyed that. From there, I changed from the sax to the trumpet and played it in the orchestra and band of junior high and high school. I remember the hikes over the mountain and to a campsite by the deleware river. Cold with lots of sharp rocks. The lake was very cold, but I thought it was named white Lake. Two Catholic kids I was buddies with, in Brooklyn, were at Chapagua. I remember the donut place we would stop at during our hikes. I also remember the secret organization called the WWW, which stood for Wemontenyank (or something like that) W...... W....... Anyone know what the other two W W stood for? I am 65 now, but will always remember my adventures there. Fred I went to Camp Kunatah around 1956 or so for two summers. I remember it as a “kosher kamp”. The first year was great. First 2 weeks was in a generic troop, where we slept in an old very large army tent.

The second 2 weeks was with my scout troop and they hired two airmen form the air force to be our scout masters. It was great. They taught us how to march and do marching chants and some other military stuff that came in handy in later life.

The second summer was similar except the second two weeks, when we were with our own troop, the scout master didn’t show. Being one of the younger of the troop, the older scouts harassed us and it was a very unhappy time for me.

I had studied the saxaphone up until that time. The camp bugler taught me how to play the bugle and even let me blow the bugle calls during the day, from first call to taps. I especially liked playing, “to the colors” during the raising and lowering of the flag. I really enjoyed that. From there, I changed from the sax to the trumpet and played it in the orchestra and band of junior high and high school.

I remember the hikes over the mountain and to a campsite by the deleware river. Cold with lots of sharp rocks. The lake was very cold, but I thought it was named white Lake. Two Catholic kids I was buddies with, in Brooklyn, were at Chapagua. I remember the donut place we would stop at during our hikes. I also remember the secret organization called the WWW, which stood for Wemontenyank (or something like that) W…… W……. Anyone know what the other two W W stood for?

I am 65 now, but will always remember my adventures there.

Fred

]]> By: Ron Steinbach http://www.tenmilerivertrader.com/blog/2007/11/12/and-another-one-bites-the-dust/comment-page-1/#comment-29376 Ron Steinbach Wed, 01 Oct 2008 20:10:11 +0000 http://www.tenmilerivertrader.com/blog/?p=77#comment-29376 I went to camp there in the late 40's and early 50's. Yeah the Indian cliffs were great, and part way down there were shallow caves, and when you finally got to where you were going to camp by the Delaware river you could see the freight trains in the distance in Pennsylvania, and all night hear their horns blasting. I remember taking along a 10 can of apple butter and bread for our meals, and making a leanto out of pine needles. The only time I knew of was in the winter of 1949, TMR had a winter camp, over the Christmas Vacation. Because all the water was shut off we had to go by truck into town and fill up milk cans with water to cook and drink. I don't remember which building we all slept in, but it was big and it had double bunks down each side of the room. We celebrated the new year for 1950 by building a a 49 and a 50, out of logs and setting the 49 on fire at midnight on a pond .We had a patch made up and I will try to find it and post it. Great memories Ron I went to camp there in the late 40′s and early 50′s. Yeah the Indian cliffs were great, and part way down there were shallow caves, and when you finally got to where you were going to camp by the Delaware river you could see the freight trains in the distance in Pennsylvania, and all night hear their horns blasting. I remember taking along a 10 can of apple butter and bread for our meals, and making a leanto out of pine needles.
The only time I knew of was in the winter of 1949, TMR had a winter camp, over the Christmas Vacation. Because all the water was shut off we had to go by truck into town and fill up milk cans with water to cook and drink. I don’t remember which building we all slept in, but it was big and it had double bunks down each side of the room. We celebrated the new year for 1950 by building a a 49 and a 50, out of logs and setting the 49 on fire at midnight on a pond .We had a patch made up and I will try to find it and post it.
Great memories

Ron

]]> By: james boone http://www.tenmilerivertrader.com/blog/2007/11/12/and-another-one-bites-the-dust/comment-page-1/#comment-22868 james boone Wed, 09 Jul 2008 05:12:48 +0000 http://www.tenmilerivertrader.com/blog/?p=77#comment-22868 WoW, i'm so sorry to see kunatah close down. I was there from maybe 93 to 98 and my uncle was there every summer since 1976. I can still smell the mess hall and the lake and that veiw from the indian cliffs was priceless. I have so many memories from there but the best memories are from walking from kunatah all the way to the deleware river and camping out there. wow WoW, i’m so sorry to see kunatah close down. I was there from maybe 93 to 98 and my uncle was there every summer since 1976. I can still smell the mess hall and the lake and that veiw from the indian cliffs was priceless. I have so many memories from there but the best memories are from walking from kunatah all the way to the deleware river and camping out there. wow

]]> By: chrismv http://www.tenmilerivertrader.com/blog/2007/11/12/and-another-one-bites-the-dust/comment-page-1/#comment-16209 chrismv Mon, 28 Apr 2008 02:47:05 +0000 http://www.tenmilerivertrader.com/blog/?p=77#comment-16209 Sad day, This is sad news. Rock Lake without Scouts on it! My father went to camp there in the 30's. My four brothers and I went there in the 60's at Chappagat and for the 70's and 80's at Kunatah. It was always nice to be away from the other camps. Off in the more hilly terrain along the Delaware. I went back there in 2005 with my wife and went by the camp. It looked great then. We asked permission and they let us go up to the Indian Cliffs. So does Kunatah go the way all those other camps around there have gone? I remember the Chappagat open-air mess hall. They showed films at night on a 16mm projector. WC Fields! Time was so endless there. I was there as a scout or a leader from 1972 to 1985 and I can still smell the place. I remember that old mess hall up on the Indian Cliffs that had been abandoned for years when I saw it in the 70's. It's really a special place, the woods are really dark and deep around there. I can't imagine the Scouts losing their connection to the Indian Cliffs and the Delaware river. Sad day,
This is sad news. Rock Lake without Scouts on it! My father went to camp there in the 30′s. My four brothers and I went there in the 60′s at Chappagat and for the 70′s and 80′s at Kunatah. It was always nice to be away from the other camps. Off in the more hilly terrain along the Delaware. I went back there in 2005 with my wife and went by the camp. It looked great then. We asked permission and they let us go up to the Indian Cliffs. So does Kunatah go the way all those other camps around there have gone? I remember the Chappagat open-air mess hall. They showed films at night on a 16mm projector. WC Fields! Time was so endless there. I was there as a scout or a leader from 1972 to 1985 and I can still smell the place. I remember that old mess hall up on the Indian Cliffs that had been abandoned for years when I saw it in the 70′s.
It’s really a special place, the woods are really dark and deep around there. I can’t imagine the Scouts losing their connection to the Indian Cliffs and the Delaware river.

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