Stories from the Civil War often are told from a man's perspective and rarely from a woman's point of view. In 1902, Susie King Taylor wrote her memoir, Reminiscences of My Life in Camp with the 33d United States Colored Troops Late 1st S. C. Volunteers, to explain her role in the war as a wife to a soldier, the regiments' laundress, a teacher, and a nurse. Taylor is famously known for being the first black nurse during the Civil War, but her memoir gives historians a closer look at her life and multiple roles during the war. In 1848, Taylor was born into slavery in Savannah, Georgia.
Hi Yasna, It 's Samantha, the associate you interviewed Friday for sales lead. Sorry for the extremely late email, this is the first chance I 've gotten to write you. Today I went by Children 's Place at Eastridge, and spoke with Diana. You had asked me to see what I noticed that was different from Eastridge and Valley Fair, and the first thing that I noticed when I walked in was how much smaller the store is compared to Valley Fair. I also noticed how there is less traffic coming through at Eastridge then there is at Valley fair.
Crackle, pop the fire sounded as I placed new logs on top of the hot embers. This was the fire the children of my village sat around and told stories before they went to sleep, and tonight was no different. All of their eyes stared at me expectantly as they waited for me to start telling them a story. “Two Rivers Running, tell us the Story of the Great Battle again,” the little ones asked. All eyes were on me as I sat down next to them, everyone silent as I told them the story of the Great Battle.
The campers spoke about how they didn’t have to feel ashamed of their physical or mental disabilities, because everyone at Camp Jened had “something going on with their body. It just wasn’t a big deal”. These narratives told in the documentary are revealing of how much the campers’ social and mental well-being improves while they’re at camp. The setting they’re in provides them with social support that they clearly had not been receiving in their lives outside of camp, or else their experiences at camp wouldn’t have been so revolutionary and
I was born in Vietnam, a small country in Asia. My family was ordinary and similar to the two millions of Vietnamese refugees, who have fled the country after the Vietnam War. My country is known for its rice fields, its beef noodle soup called “Pho,” the civil war between North and South, but Vietnam has four thousand years of History. It has always been a small country colonized by larger nations, such as France, or China. Yet, the inhabitants have fought to keep their territory.
As I was arriving to Fish Camp as a freshman, I was thinking to myself, “What am I getting myself into?” and “Who are these crazy people?” By the end of camp, I had been instilled with tradition. As a counselor I would embody the mission statement and 6 core values. The most unique quality I would bring would have to be my diversity as being born in Bosnia-Herzegovina.
“How would your best friends describe you? I’m like an innocent rabbit hopping in the forest.” I was thirteen when I had my first interview for a summer program at the Intrepid Sea, Air, and Space Museum. I was ambitious and certain that I was going to be accepted with my charisma and accomplishments. Successful?
I am always trying to improve my confidence and skills by going to camps. In 2012, I went to a baseball camp at Saint Mary’s University of Minnesota with Cole Nisbit. That camp changed my life forever because it gave me confidence and I became best friends with Cole. First of all, I hate going to camps alone.
My junior year of high school, I was lucky enough to be a Counselor in Training at Camp Joy, a summer camp that works with kids who come from low income situations, or the agency side, and also helps kids who have certain medical diseases, or the medical side. I loved my fellow CIT’s dearly, and it was amazing to get to work with such a diverse group of people. I was assigned to work with the agency side of camp, and was blessed with 12 girls who were absolute angels. However, on the outside they may have seemed perfect, but on the inside, I could tell that a lot of them were hurting. Throughout the week, I talked to them about their home life, and their stories made my heart ache.
As I prepared Amir’s breakfast, I knew from the deep worry lines across his forehead, he was anxious about the kite competition today. In an attempt to distract him and lift his confidence, I mention I had a good dream last night. I share with him the details of a simple, but powerful dream when in spite of grave danger he put his fear aside, acted with pure bravery and became a hero in the eyes of his father and thousands of other people. Unfortunately, my words fell on temperamental ears; Amir was not in the mood for my inspirational storey and snapped, “Well, it’s a dumb dream. Nothing happens in it.”
The big yellow bus pulled in front of Kevin’s school. The whole 6th grade had to go to camp for one night. Kevin hated the outdoors. Also, his friend Kade said camps were terrible because the food was disgusting and the activities were boring. “EVERYONE, GET ON THE BUS!”
Four years ago, I went to Camp Bratton-Green for a weekend retreat, and it was one of the best things to happen to me; I met many new people who have turned out to be my best friends, the place itself made me feel welcomed, and over the years it has become one of the most important places to me. Camp Bratton-Green is in Canton, Mississippi, and it is an Episcopalian camp, although we aren’t very religious when it comes to actually being at camp. Youth from all over Mississippi come to this welcoming atmosphere every year, whether it be for summer camp, Division of Youth (DOY, a weekend retreat), or Winter Solstice. There are many people who come and go, but there are also many people who come, and stay. One of those people who come and stay
One of the main lessons they learn is to be accepting of other’s views, ideologies and beliefs. Summer camp is an opportunity for children to be exposed to the character of others. The role models at camps are dedicated to helping children learn, have fun, and
and she said yes. It was now 3:30 PM and time to go to Baxter’s dining hall for the mandatory volunteer meeting before the campers started showing up. After the meeting, Jamie and I along with four other counselors went back to Charlotte cabin to wait for our campers to
she said. I was in complete shock, not sure if I wanted to go I responded with “I’ll pass by her house tomorrow and tell her I’d like to help out. That was the end of it. First day of camp came and there were kids running around everywhere causing all types of ruckus, but I quickly adjusted.
