When I looking for old paper, I shouldn't be surprised at what I find, but I am. Take this letter as an example:
This is my first opportunity to write to you about camp. I don’t like it any too much. Please send down the money (PS also send a bulb for my flashlight). I am getting better at tenis (sic) but am not good yet. I like baseball and have had fun playing it. The fellows in my tent aren’t any to good. There too dumb and nuty etc. Am still in tent 4 although I am thinking of changing tents. I am in the boating club and can now fairly my l…..
He saved the letter, but maybe decided never to send it. When I researched the Rhode Island camp I was surprised to find that it was 99 years old and still going (from their website):
In 1916, The Y.M.C.A. continued to grow rapidly. and in April of 1916 purchased a 65-acre farm in Coventry, Rhode Island, now called Camp Westwood. The price was $1,500 for the farm and buildings. Board President, John Johnston named the camp after his niece, Miss Arlene Westwood. After the purchase, the Y.M.C.A. commisioned Henry Vigeant to build the Mirimichi (Indian name for gathering place); a dining hall for the campers. Camp Westwood still provides an opportunity for city youngsters to get away to the country.
This is not the strangest piece of correspondence between camper and home - that award goes to this post from a few years back - click here.