Hello Muddah, hello Faddah, Here I am at Camp Granada

June is fast approaching. Yes, it’s only March, and you may disagree with me – but to me – it seems like June will be here much sooner than I’m prepared for.

For the first time ever, I’ve signed Rachel up to go to a (Jewish) sleep-away camp for two weeks. She’s going to have an absolutely fantabulous time, I know. The activities they’re going to do there are just amazing: Horseback riding, Archery, various sports: hiking, volleyball, softball, climbing. There’s all sorts of artistic activities too: music, drama, arts and crafts, photography.

And of course, there is an exposure to Judaism that I can’t fully give her here. She’ll be with other Jewish kids (although kids of other faiths are welcome to go to the camp – but my guess is that is somewhat rare). I’m hoping she will walk away from the camp with a deeper understanding of what it means to be Jewish – even though we don’t always follow all the “rules” here at home.

There’s an enormously long list of items I have to send her with. Many things I’ll have to buy (like a frame backpack – the kids hike and camp out in the woods one night). I have no idea how I’m going to fit all these things in her suitcase…

… and this begins the explanation of why June feels like an unstoppable train headed this way. As much as I know she’s going to have an incredible time. As much as she’s looking forward to it – she’s barely been away from home for an overnight. Granted she’s very independent, but still. I know she’s not worried… but I sure am. They have a policy of not letting the kids contact the parents unless there’s a serious problem because they feel that it makes things worse and they’re trained and used to dealing with any seperation issues…. but still…. Two weeks. And!… AND!… She has to fly to this camp on her own. Is this an isnanity test or what?!?

Everyone has been saying this camp is amazing. She’ll be fine. And really, I think I’m not so much worried about her… I think it’s me who will be freaking out the two weeks she’s away. Meanwhile, she will be too busy having the time of her life. She’ll come home happy as a clam, and I’ll be a nervous wreck. LOL!

Have you ever heard this song?

Hello Muddah, Hello Fadduh
Here I am at Camp Granada
Camp is very entertaining
And they say we’ll have some fun if it stops raining!

I went hiking with Joyce Fivey,
He developed poison ivy.
You remember Lennard Skynard,
He got tomain poisoning last night after dinner!

All the counselors hate the waiters,
And the lake has alligators!
And the head coach wants no sissies,
So he reads to us from something called ‘Ulysses’.

No, I don’t want (this should scare ya),
But my bunkmate has malaria!
You remember Geoffrey Hardy,
They’re about to organize a searching party!

Take me home, oh mother, father.
Take me home, I hate Grenada.
Don’t leave me out in the forest,
Where I might get eaten by a bear!

Take me home, I promise that I will not make noise,
Or mess the house with other boys.
Oh please don’t make me stay;
I’ve been here one whole day!

Dearest father, darling mother,
How’s my precious little brother?
Let me come home if you miss me;
I would even let Aunt Bertha hug and kiss me!

Wait a minute; it stopped hailing.
Guys are swimming, guys are sailing.
Playing baseball; gee that’s better.
Mother, father, kindly disregard this letter!


  1. Jamie Dillier
    Mar 26, 2010

    Reading this made ME anxious! But I think you’re right, it sounds like an awesome camp and she’ll have a great time!

  2. daisy
    Mar 29, 2010

    I loved camp every year when I was a kid. I was a bit older than Rachel tho but still I bet she’ll love it.

  3. Jill
    Mar 30, 2010

    I went through this last year with my then-8-year-old daughter, for one week of camp. She had never been away from me for more than an overnight with a good friend or maybe a couple of days with my parents. I never, ever go a whole day without at least talking to her, even when she is with friends or whatever. And yet I was sending her off into the woods for a week??? WTH?

    She was fine, and had an absolute blast. I was a MESS the entire week. But it was really a good experience for her. She wasn’t exactly independent – kind of a mommy’s girl. But she grew up a lot that week, and learned she could do more than she thought, and on her own. She wants to go again this year, and I think/hope I’ll be able to handle it much better.

    It was good for both of us.

  4. Kelly
    Apr 9, 2010

    Thanks for the smile. I was just telling my kids about that poem the other day. Just sang it for them from your page! 😀 We’ll have to get the book at the library.

    Boy Scout camp this year will be easier as I get used to it. They want to go back so bad, they raised the money themselves!

  5. Jennifer
    Apr 9, 2010

    Oh if you want to hear the actual song – I found it here:
    (hope that link works last.fm is weird with their links!!)

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