Boy's Camp Page 2

Vincent Militello- You did a nice job on the website. However, while some of your visitors (i.e., Brian Stotland) have an honest and clear recollection of the late seventies and early eighties, some others (i.e., Mike Herson) do not. Mr. Herson still seems to be miffed about not getting All Around Camper ("AAC").

Mr. Herson also still misses the point of AAC. He thought, and thinks, it was a campaign about who was the best athlete. Mike, we all know which of your contemporaries was the best athlete (i.e. tennis, swimming, hockey, etc.), and it surely was not you. You were not even a runner-up in that category. Evidence of who were the best two athletes can be clearly seen by who were chosen as the anchors of the Apache Relays (ask Brian Stotland).

Nonetheless, there were many other components to winning AAC; in none were you even near the top. Intelligence (Harris beat you by a hundred IQ points); strength of character (Rob Orent by a hundred pounds); creativity (Andy Baum & Ian Schulman); congeniality (Andy Garfinkle by a mile); and the list goes on.

Even the winner of the AAC was not a top two athlete. He was just an all around good guy who happened to be pretty good at all activities. Besides, anyone who could not only survive, nonetheless thrive, as Harris' brother, surely deserved the prize. Besides, word has it that the voters were not happy with your campaigning for the honor. Word also has it that many of these same voters relocated to Monmouth and Middlesex Counties in the nineties.

Mike, I hope you took this note in the good spirit it was intended. Had I lived in your district, I surely would have voted for you. You are still the best story teller I know. I am glad that success has found you.

Brian, I am glad that you too have found success. Though, I really must question your intelligence in swapping a really bad baseball team (Expos), for a really cursed baseball team (Red Sox).

Steve Munzer(1978-1982)- My name is Steve Munzer and to the best of my memory, I spent five fantastic summers at Dunmore from 1978-1982. Originally from Glens Falls, NY I was the only kid I think, who was redneck enough to actually be dropped off at camp by his parents. I never rode the dreaded camp bus and it wasn't until years later that I actually even figured out what the hell Paramus, NJ even was.

My happiest days at Dunmore were spent behind some of those crappy ski boats or just hanging out on a dock. I have fond memories of ski counsellor California "Cal" Bob and spent my last summer at camp skiing with some psycho/ski counsellor named Ty Klipstein. (Little known fact: Ty took Neil Sternthal and I to the Lake Placid water ski tournament, got us bombed on a few beers and let us drive the camp car. Pretty cool at age 15!)

I have literally spent hours wandering through this site and it has brought back memories of some of the happiest days of my life. On the other hand, maybe some of those wedgies and Gary Gumpers might have gotten just a little bit out of control? Come on now..looking back at things 20 plus years later, the idea of stripping to one's underwear and "assuming the position" on Sunday evening after the campfire probably no longer sounds like everybody's idea of a great time. All has been long ago forgiven and we endured with grins the "physical pain" that our counsellor Bruce Freeman and his lieutenants doled out on us circa 1979 back in bunk 5. I know that "SAM" made them do it but...One word of caution: Freeman and Stone, I know that you are out there. One day I will find you guys and administer some long overdue head noogies...you can't hide forever.

Thanks to this great web site, I have heard from Jim Newfield, Steve Segal, Fink, Richard Kirsch, Isaac, Andy Kaplan and others. Neil and I even got together during a trip to Toronto and it was almost like old times. (Steve Segal even recently confirmed that I was the best water skier at camp but Neil still won't admit it.)

I hate to admit it but I guess that I grew up. Linda and I got married in 1996 and are the proud parents of two fantastic kids: Eric (age 5) and Daniel (age 3). We live in the center of the universe, Knoxville, Tennessee where I am the President of a medium size manufacturing company with operations in Tennessee and Germany. I am still an avid water skier and now do it behind my own tournament ski boat rather than some 55 HP camp canoe. In my free time I enjoy playing with my kids and working out as much as my schedule allows.

I remember all of you from my days at CDB and have read everything that you guys have written on this site. In my memory, at least, none of you have changed a bit.

I would love to hear from anybody so feel free to send me an e-mail:

stevemunzer@chasescientific.com

Tel: 865-354-1212 work

Adam Nelson(1972-1979)- This is a great site! Please don't let it die. It's all we've got left. As I wandered through your site, it brought tears to my eyes. It also brought back memories, and I suddenly remembered the blue team cheer from one of my early years at camp (I was there 1972-79.)

We're the blue suede shoes, we're gonna stomp on you,

The fearful gray team won't know what to do,

We're gonna lay our tracks, they won't see but our backs,

We're gonna kick 'em on the courts

We're gonna kick 'em on the fields

We're gonna kick 'em so hard, the gray will have to yield.

The blue will be jivin', while the gray will be divin'.

Gooooooo Blue. Fight!

I think I'm missing a line after "but our backs." If I remember it, I'll pass it on. I remembered also that I've got some camp stuff in the attic, but my pregnant wife will kill me if I go up there now, make noise and wake her, so I'll check over the weekend. Coincidentally, I found out about this site tonight from someone I call once a year on her birthday - Someone I've been calling for twenty years this year - Someone from the girl's camp - just friends. Many people would not remember me, but they would remember my father (Ron Nelson), who put on shows for a few summers - one of the few opportunities at the time for boys and girls to get together on a regular basis. I remember the last show I did, and Andy Patton read most of the lines from his script, which he carried on stage - Dad was a stickler for "the show must go on." Truth be known, we all used Andy's script, but he was the unfortunate one who had to carry it.

Actually, now that I think about it, I might be remembered for the one year I was used to start color war. I had gotten sick, and I was in the infirmary. The nurse told everyone that they might have been "infected", and every camper needed to have his elbow wiped with some stuff and a bandaid put on for a few hours. That night, they had everyone take off the bandaids, and each had either a "B" or a "G" on it to tell you on what team you would be.

My father lives in Brandon, VT now, and I visit at least once a year and always stop by the camp. I live in Richmond, VA with my wife, daughter and one on the way. I got a BA in Psych and an MBA from Penn State (I bleed blue and white), and a law degree 8 years later (second career person) from the University of Virginia. Anyway, I've rambled enough for one night. Thanks for taking the time to do the site.

Adam Nelson

Bunks 9B, 8A, 6B, 5A, 4A,3B,2A (as a CB),waiter's bunk (formerly CB bunk. We just missed getting to live upstairs from the game room - they stopped that a year or two before I became a waiter.)

Daniel Newfield and family- Well, after a cross-country pow-pow I was chosen to post the NEWF update.

I figure it started like this: our mom, tired of having all three of us running her ragged in Nanuet, NY, asked her tennis/bridge comrade Ellie if she would be willing to take her oldest for 2 months of the summer. Ellie obliged and as the years went on, Dunmore became the summer home to not only Jim, but Emily as well. And in 1983, I filled out the ranks. I think the happiest day of the year for our folks was when that bus pulled up in the Alexander's of Paramus, NJ parking lot (later in front of Hot Bagels in Nanuet) to ship us up to VT.

We too loved those moments. When we would say goodbye to the land of the Golden Knights and hello to the Green Splendor of Moosalamoo.

Collectively, we spent 22 wonderful summers in Salisbury. That's a lot of shop projects, general swims, social halls, trip days, Dunmore T's, bad musicals, Friday night services, campfires (and paddles), hikes, bug bites, bug juice, Sings and Color Wars, friends who said "eh", tennis matches, late night raids/visits, Carnivals, and trips to Sabs. We chose not to list every little thing we remember, but I'd be lying if I said that that little camp with uneven fields and cold lake water doesn't creep into our minds pretty frequently.

For some, brother-sister meant a time to give your new girlfriend/boyfriend (you know, the one that was the most perfect thing in the world?) some gift you got on trip day. Oversized lollipops, rock candy and cheap stuffed animals still make for great gifts, by the way. But for us, brother-sister meant a time where we had to see each other because mom told Jim to make sure Emily was having fun and Dad told Em to make sure I wasn't getting picked on. My first summer, homesick and crying, I remember relying on Jim and Emily to make sure everything was alright. Its been a while since we were that physically close to each other. Emily is currenlty residing in San Francisco, Jim and our new sister-in-law Lisa--a non-Dunmoron but we love her anyway---live in Stanford, CT, and I am in transit between my current home in Chicago and my new digs in Boston. It would be nice to have a place to go every summer where the three of us could cram into a phone booth and yell into a pay phone to mom and dad--telling them just how much fun we are having.

The clan was unable to attend this past year's reunion, but hopefully one day we can all get together (Emily's suggestion was to meet at the Pearl River, NY shul for pizza and soda---just like old times) and reconnect. And maybe someone someday could recreate a Color War so Jim could choose the right envelope this time (I wouldn't mind a second chance either). Anyway, we would love to hear from you. So write us a letter and bring it after lunch and we'll give you a candy bar.

Jim is at : J1ML1SA@aol.com

Emily is at: emnewf@itsa.ucsf.edu

and I am at: newfstone@worldnet.att.net

Noonway.

-Daniel (Dan, Danny, Newf) Newfield

Update: I am currently living in Boston with my wife, Gina, and was teaching music and drama to emotionally disturbed kids until this June when I left for a different teaching job. I still think about Dunmore often, especially in the summer when I frequently wish for times less hectic and more milk with my cookies.

I look forward to hearing from anyone, especially the Waiters of '90.

My email: danielc-n@mindspring.com

Jim Newfield

Pedro Palma (1988-1995)- 1988-1995 Camp Dunmore was one of the most special places in my life, and as you all know it is devastating to see the horrible pictures of what they have done with the place, however I still have great memories. Sometimes I remember the great summers I had there, my friends, counselors and specially Color War (Go Grey!!!!!!!!). I was blue my first three years (88-90), however I didnât belong there (Who the hell invented the cheer? B,L,U,E, blue on to victory!!!!!!, please!!!!!!!!!!). My last four years (92-95) I was GREY, my true team ( GREY, GREY, ALL THE WAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!, thatâs a cheer!!) My Grey years were incredible iron-man 93, swimming, soccer, the Venezuelan hockey goalie. Matt Michelin and A. Powell in 94 ( I was the last swim, which was completely irrelevant because of that stupid sandwich), Brad Rosenberg and Ken Mandel in 95 (they beat us in the sandwich but we won the last Color War). The Tri-State softball semifinal, when the took away our winning Home Run, and Mertz almost killed the umpire, you dirty Texan!!, I am not Mexican, get me a burrito por favor. For all of you who don't know Andreina is married, she is doing well and living in Philadelphia. Eduardo is 15 and he is in High School in Venezuela. As for me, I am doing great, living in Venezuela and studying business. Hope I see you boys in the future, and good luck. Pedro Palma (11/26/00) My email address is: ppalma79@hotmail.com

Barry Papick(1974)- Many of you probably won't remember me though I was the General of color war the one summer I was at Dunmore. It was also the best summer of my life. I was from Jersey City, NJ, although now I live in Los Angeles.

I am still in contact with some other Dunmore alums and to this day I include Bobby Landau (my rival general) among my closest friends. My favorite memories were leading the basketball team to two victories over Keewayden and getting caught sneaking into the girls camp at night. We always got caught. We were really bad at being bad.

I'm presently an actor and have been seen in movies, television shows and in alot of theater. I also teach and coach actors in LA and New York. I can be reached at BPapick@aol.com. I'd love to hear from you. You all meant alot to me. ---Barry

Michael Penner(1981-1988)- I am very disappointed that I will be unable to attend the camp reunion in August due to prior obligations. I went to Dunmore from 1981 until 1987 or 1988 ( I think I am getting a little senile).

I now live in Montreal, am married, and very happy. Still have many Dunmore friends:

David J. Cohen

Josh Gradinger

Craig Starke

Adam Pappelbaum etc.

Best regards to all,

Michael

Stephen Penner(1983-1987)- Well, although it seems like yesterday that "returning" campers to bunk 11, the last group of real CB's convinced me that it was a tradition to streak across to girls camp-it has been years.

By the way while streaking- the other guys - Hilary was his name- ran back and I ran into Ritchie, Ellie and Sylvia. The expression on their faces is etched in my mind. Ritchie said- What the hell are you doing and told me to get back to my bunk. That is how the tradition started-- thank Offenhartz and Gott for that one.

It is amazing just how Dunmore affected just about everyone who went there- I was amazed to read the e-mails and see the attendance for the reunion- which I can not attend due to previous committments. I believe that I attended Dunmore from C.B.- in 1983 through to Counselor in 1987. My Brother and I went after we said "no more" to our other camp.

My memories are both rich and wonderful-- Crying at the end of Camp, Mimi Yunis' underpants under my pillow- courtesy of Dave Cohen and Kevin Comstock. Rainy Day sleep ins, My deep hatred of Gordon Gulitz, Dave Cohen's battles with Darrin Zweig and that Bowling guy. Jimmy and Andy Garfinkle-- being a waiter under The Mad Mexican Herman. WINNING ALL MY COLOR WARS, The peanut butter contest which I somehow managed to win and on and on.

Fink, thank you so much for the Web site- it is a real treasure.

I live in Chicago and operate an arm of our families business. My Brother and I ( partners) along with my father have an apparel company- and I run the apparel end of it----Speaking of which-- if you wanted to do some Dunmore tees and sweats - just let me know.

Until later,

Stephen Penner (Geek- an insulting nick name that I loved)

David Platt (1978-1988)- You may remember me as the breadman or brother bread, as I was named by Carl Cadoff. I am married, to Joan, not a dunmore girl, but some of my Dunmore friends have been lucky enough to meet her. Following graduation from the University of Wisconsin - Madison I spent 5 years directing a residential experiential education program for elementary schools using an environmental and adventure based curriculum. So everything from digging in wetlands to rock climbing and ropes courses. I spent the past year pursuing a Masters of Education at Harvard and I am currently developing a brand new summer camp program for boys and girls ages 5-17 at an independent school in Concord, Massachusetts. My dunmore memories live with me every day and are a major part of the reason I am doing what I do. I recently came by the alumni page to find an update from two of the most important people in my dunmore experience, Isaac High and Jamie Lewin. While I have spent some time with Lewin, Lewis, Starke and others, we could all use another reunion in the next few years, I would love to hear from more folks. I would love to read or hear about more memories like Paul Starke's list. The things that are buried so far back, but were and are so vital to our existence ....beefsteak, Andy Garfinkel throwing the corn on the cob across the dining hall, holding the spring to all the girls cabin doors as we would sneak in, one of my favorite memories as a senior was having a cab goto Middlebury to pick up McDonalds and bring it all the way back to camp. Hey it worked and Lewin and I had a feast. Anyway, get in touch and share some memories. E mail me at: dplatt@fenn.org

Russell "The Love Muscle" Rediker(1981-1989)- I attended camp there from 1981-1989 although I skipped one of the years in the middle. Reflecting on all the good times that were had there all I can say is it was an honor and a privilege to be there.

I speak to some former campers from time to time including the Ansells, Bressmans, and Steven Schultz.

I currently live in New Jersey with my girlfriend Hilary. I work in NY on Wall Street as a trader. On that note I hope everyone is alright after 9/11. I was about a 10 minute walk away when it happened.

I just found this page recently and would like to attend future events if possible.

I can be contacted at 732 233-5532 or email russ1847@yahoo.com

Rob Reger (1976-1988)- Rob Reger, Jeff Kaplan (formerly Finkelstein) and Barry Knuppel have spent much time together outside of camp. We heard about some reunion coming up, and we want more info. Where is it being held? How do we get more info? We have been practicing the teachingsof Wacunda, and living life according to IDGAS.

By the way, I also have the complete tesxt of the song "I can't dance" that Fink and I did at the counsellor show in 85 Plus the complete lyrics to "Frigid Doll" written by Steve Greenfield, and the original "Monkees Theme" color war song written by Danny Stone .

Does anybody keep in touch with Andy Woodhead (British Cousellor?) -- Fink, Barry and I desperately need to get in touch with him.

IDGAS forever -- Rob, Barry & Fink

UPDATE:A year ago I moved to Colorado to work for an internet company (check links below if you're curious) and ski and snowboard my ass off. I live pretty close to Knup and we get together often, trying to get Jeff to move out here too. Hope all is well ... Keep the memories alive!

New Address and phone # and new e-mail:

Rob Reger
PMB 413
PO Box 7399
Breckenridge, CO
80424
Phone: 303-748-9106 (work)
970-547-4541 (home)

new email and web: rob@robertreger.com ; http://www.robertreger.com

Daniel Roiter (1984-1989)- I am in my second year at McGill University in the faculty of Management. Due to an injury I will not be racing for the University ski team this year. My brother Jonathan Roiter (1982-1986) is working at Samson Bélaire Deloitte & Touche. We both had a great time reading the memories recounted on this page my other former campers.

My homepage address is

http://www.students.management.mcgill.ca/undrgrad/droite/index.htm

The direct link to my Dunmore picture is

http://www.students.management.mcgill.ca/undrgrad/droite/dunmore.htm

Brad Rosenberg (1989-1995)- Camp Dunmore was by far the best camp ever created. It is awesome that Doug made this page so we could all keep in touch with all of the people who made Dunmore such a special place. Not a day goes by without thinking about some of the random memories that I have from Dunmore. I always found myself easily enterntained at Dunmore whether it be provided by my friends, counselors (Mertz, Dorf, and Heisler) or in 95 by my campers, the roof, or Ali "letting one slip" Anyway, I could go on for hours. Now I am about to enter my second year at University of Pennsylvania in Philadelphia where I am majoring in business. I pledged AEPI which was alot of fun. Last summer, I worked at a day camp in Jersey and my bus won honor bus because I had the coolest bus driver in the world but she was never as cool as Wayne or any of the freaks provided by Bet-Cha transit. I wish I could go to camp for the rest of my life but I gotta move on. CDB forever. Nunway.

Bruce Rutenberg (1980-1993)- These pages, along with Fink's photographs have been a great place to visit our past and relive the most fantastic times of our lives. Here's a little information on me....

After Dunmore my summers are a blur. Aside from driving cross-country one summer and working in San Francisco, nothing really stands out, and all I can tell you is I had regular jobs that provided experience and money to a college kid. I went to Concordia and McGill in Montreal and then did my MBA at Clarkson University in NY. All the while I was seeing Paulina, the girlfriend who I spoke to from the Manor House phone all those nights at camp. After living together in Toronto for 2 years, we moved back to Montreal and I am now trying to build my family business. In October 99, Paulina and I were married in Montreal. David Souaid was right there with me in my wedding party. Paulina hears about camp all the time, has visited it with me, and is well aware of the considerable amount of time that I spent there during my life.(13 yrs!) Living in Montreal, I get to see alumni all the time, which helps to keep the stories and memories alive.

When I was 6 years old my parents sent me to this place somewhere on a lake in Vermont. All I knew was that I got on a bus with a bunch of kids from Montreal and we took what seemed like forever to get to this place where the red bunks and grass fields were a free ticket to just be a kid and enjoy the Vermont summer. That first summer in 1980 I knew nobody else on that bus,(sister and cousins excluded) although I quickly became friendly with Paul Starke and the other tiny "sophomores" who looked as funny as I did. Bunk 10 was my home for what seemed like forever. I easily spent a few summers there before being old enough to change bunks. Then when I was old enough to move up in bunks, someone had the brillant idea to arrange the bunks so the younger kids were in Bunk 1 and not Bunk 10. Well this threw my whole world off balance. I survived that fiasco and many others that would follow. I remember the older kids who seemed sooo "cool" to me at that age; Fink, Platt(s), Gott(s), Newf(s), Militello, Ansell, Glen Hirsch, Lee Sheftman, Craig Starke, the Stotlands(s), the Penner(s), Offenhartz(s), Cadoff(s) Andy Kaps Kaplan and many others. The counsellors I had changed my life in many ways, increasing with each summer. J. Newfield as my JC was a crash course in booty calls. Chris Champagne was a crazy artist and told the most incredible stories. The Brits(all of them). Chad and Paul Primeaux - what an education they gave us! Thank you! When I was a waiter Paul snuck me, Frishman and Josh Arkin out of the clearing just as Jim Gleich was entering the site..thank god he had that military training. Mertz and others leaving us treats in his car and then forgetting to lock his car..oopps! Thanks Jeff. Tootsie(Scott Schecter) was my counsellor with Reger when I was one of the oldest kids in camp. Me, Kessner, Blumer, Bill "Helter Skelter" Jimmo Manson Junior ("ya goddman son-of-a-snotpicker"), and some kid with his entire leg in a cast lived in one half of Bunk 2, while Reger's "Love Machine or LoveToy" was on the other. Needless to say my weight lifting education that summer was extremely valuable. Tootsie was a blast during a summer when Dunmore hit rock bottom. The numbers were extremely thin and we tried to make it work. We left each and every summer, no matter how big or small camp was, with a void inside, knowing it would be 10 months until we returned. One summer I lost All Around Camper to my buddy Souaid who was a waiter that summer. Still not quite sure how a waiter won that award but forgedaboudit. Souaid is getting married in a few months and I'll be there for him along with other alumni including Doug, Jamie and Robert Lewin.

Some memories... Richie Dalgren and the dogs used to roam freely across camp. 3 fingered Willy and the Dunmore glass factory absolutely exist, I mean the glass is right there on the shore? The canoe trips on Lake George were the ultimate gettaway that I would now pay thousands for, simply for one week! (Ernie Buntin cooking included) I remember Spags cracked his head open as a counsellor on what I think was my last Lake George Trip. That event was messy and a little scary! Isaac driving the yellow bus down the lake road on what I am sure was only two wheels around those corners. Everyone singing Pink Floyd's "The Wall" and me being way too young to know what the hell it was...but singing along anyway.."We don't need no education.." The movies in the Quonset hut, the long Friday night services where you HAD to where white. What about those evening activities that actually were well planned like monster hunts and horse racing...well to a kid they seemed well planned!

Trip day was a blast...even going to Ticonderoga was fun for a 7 year old!!(the 1st time only) The classic Waterslide and Great Escape Trip Days were guaranteed story makers and we were never disappointed! I remember almost everything about my 13 summers at Dunmore, but if you ask me something about last week I can't remember a thing? I remember Polar Bear swims with Bosman and the lake water being as warm as a bath in the morning. Why was that? And why when I was older did I hate getting into what I thought was a freezing cold lake!...except on those brutally hot days when I didn't want to get out of it! Those were the best days for PT(Physical Training...making the kids run over one another all the way from the far diamond right off the docks into Deep 1...they hated you at first but loved you when it was all over...) Thanks to the waterfront staff, I eventually got out of the crib...although I was practically a waiter by then..Jon Reep....my co counsellor in Bunk 9. Taught me everything you have to know about body building, tanning and women in the UK. The foreign counsellors perhaps stick out the most since they seemed so unique at the time. Woody and the others, going back to when I was only 6..I can see their faces...but have to contact Starke to find out their names.

I remember Richie Dalgren wondering how the hell I kept coming back to camp when I had never won a color war...ever!! I never knew what it was like to win until 1985, more than 5 years after my first summer! In 1989 I was on Gray with J Lewin as my General. He had faith in me and for the apache he had me eat the PB sandwich against my good buddy Ed Kessner, knowing it took heart and determination to win that event, not a big stomach. Eating that sandwich was harder than any sprint or canoe I had to control, but I ate the damn thing and gave my team the lead they needed. The next summer, Eddie and I were Generals together for the GRAY 90 team and we won what was a very close Color War against our buddies David Souaid and Jeremy Blumer. I was lucky enough to experience all the different eras of Dunmore that are described on these pages. Not too many of us had a run that spanned the years I was able to enjoy. Fink, Starke, Kessner, Souaid, Heisler among others, were there for that time span. Dunmore in its glory days, as Fink put it, was truly a magical place, and it was where I grew up. Then I became a counsellor and realized that they had just as much fun as the kids(even more)! My memories are vivid and consistently revisit my thoughts.

Hopefully, throughout the years to come, we can get together and laugh about old times once in a while. Send me an email and let me know how you're doing. Take it easy.

Bruce

Scott "Tootsie" Schechter (1979-1987) - I spent 9 wonderful summers at Dunmore.I have more memories of some years and less of others. So here we go: Thank you to Casey Kelley (Counselor in bunk 7 1979) for pinning the nickname which will stay with me for the rest of my life. A nickname that will keep an open doorway to Dunmore forever. Kicking the field goal in Color War vs Josh Stoller and to my surprise and everyone elses....on the first try, tether ball behind bunk nine, Juan Artega, wiffle ball behind bunk nine, Josh Gradinger, Visiting Day, get a hair cut, social hall, the Kidnapping of '84, Tri-State soccer at Mooselauke, does Neil Diamond's son really go to Keywaden?, Granny's Island,Sabbs, the path to Sabbs, candy line, Dunmore's production of Top Gun (where is that by the way?), Isaac playing short-stop without a glove, Freeze!, steeling the kitchen key from Isaac for food for the kidnapping, the camp out after Tri-state baseball with Danny, the punching bag on the tree outside bunk 8, Jeremy Simon, Lake George Water Slide, Gaslight Village, StoryTime, The Great Escape, Timmy Wright coming to camp in a cast, girls in Bunk 2 1987 at 3 in the morning (yes Bruce, that means you), Jim Pugh, Ty Klipstein, the yellow motor boat, Pete Spiegle, Boston's Foreplay, Mastercraft motor boats, inspection, demerets, Rosie's, A&W, Humpty Dumpty potato chips, sticky buns, Rico, the mini bus, chicken fence around the tennis courts, the mini steam roller, rattails with Fink"Mom send some food", campfire, Glenn Svenskis, grilled cheese, "who took all the sugar cereal", ETB, hockey in the Quonset hut, pushing Uncle Miltie off the dock, pre-camp, rainy-day activities, Risk, getting shocks at the water fountain at the shower house, The Black Hole, bug juice, rest hour, The Lone Pine, chevrons, the paddle at campfire (I received that at least 10 times), Judd Feldman's "EXCUSE ME" in front of Ellie, Tim and others when we were reamed out for the kidnapping in '84, the gaunlet, fireballs, and geez I could go on forever.

Camp was a place that will remain with us forever. It was a family other than our own and when we left at the end of the summer you felt an emptiness but the hope that emptiness would be filled the next summer. Some of got drunk for the first time at camp and some things we learned at camp are probably still practiced today by some of us. The point is that whatever we did at camp good or bad was ours and anyone who did not spend those unforgettable summers with us would have no understanding of the stories when they were told. I was digging through my camp trunk in my basement one day and came across a ton of camp artifacts and memorabilia. The 1986 Gray Color War flag stick signed by Mike Penner, Skip Swanson, and myself. Chevrons. One of things I did find were the old long black and white pictures that were taken prior to the calendars being printed, how long ago that seems. I came across banquet poems, color war song sheets and break out things. These are things that keep the memories alive.

I have been married for 5 1/2 years and my wife and I are expecting our first child in May. If anyone is interested in dropping me a line please do so or give me a buzz. W - 732-346-8506 & H - 732-446-0059.

Steven Schultz(1979-1981)- Schultzie is back!

I can't believe what I have just seen by pulling up this web site. I am sending in my money to go to cam next year. Let me know how I can get involved. Call me 732-855-0001 or e-mail. Holy shit I am back at camp.

Steven M. Schultz
Principal The Schultz Organization/TCN Worldwide www.Schultznet.com

Schuyler Shuster (1990-1995)- Wow, I can't believe it took me this long to stumble across this site. Dunmore holds a lot mixed memories for me. I left halfway through the summer of 1995, and all through camp I had lots of ups and downs. I had a bit of trouble adjusting to camp, and although I may have seemed miserable a lot of the time, as I'm sure I was, I still feel incredibly nostalgic about camp. At this point in my life I remember the highs, which there were more of than I wished to acknowledge at the time, better than the lows. I remember going hunting for haunted scarecrows with (Matt?) Power, the archery instructor. I remember color war, and diving for plates in the lake during the Apache relay. I remember raids in the middle of the night when we would make a pyramid of chairs in front of the manor house door or steal the ringer from the bell so that they couldn't wake us with it in the morning.

I still go up to Middlebury every few summers with my family, and we stay on Lake Dunmore. Last time I was there I rented a kayak and paddled over to Dunmore, where I sat for about an hour and looked around at the camp that held so many of my memories. I know a lot of you probably remember me as mopey and moody, and for good reason. But I don't look back on my time at camp regretfully at all. The camp, and those of you who were my fellow campers or counselors helped form the person I am today.

Right now I'm living at home in West Hartford, CT. I'm going to be a junior at Vassar College (in Poughkeepsie, NY) in the fall. I run on the varsity cross-country and track teams at Vassar. I'm majoring in history, and will probably be going to graduate school for a masters in education and to use my remaining season of NCAA eligibility in track. when I finish up here. Hopefully in a few years I'll be teaching high school history. I hope all of you are well, and that Dunmore still continues in your memories as it does in mine.

Sincerely,
Schuyler Schuster
Camp Dunmore Most Improved Camper (1994?)
August 18, 2003

Doug Segal (1987-1995)- LICKEY LO, LICKEY LAY, THIS IS WHAT I HAVE TO SAY...

Camp still is very much at the forefront of my mind, and I find myself increasingly nostalgic and missing it a great deal. I created this webpage, although many people before me have come up with this idea or something similar. I would love to hear from any fellow Camp Dunmore alumni out there.My phone number is (514)485-9216.

I'll end my bit now with some random thoughts and recollections: You are your own dog; GO GRAY 1991; fifteen gets you twenty; FTG; JBG; MBG; J.C.'s don't cover; Where are you?(Here I am); Wes Frey, All-Around-Camper; The Meadows; Soccer Field; Old Latrobe(a.k.a. Fred's car); The Warden ("it's my choice to walk that line); "Friedland, you stack because you lost Color War" (a Paul Graifism, and a classic); Four-Five-O.D.-Food; chicken-of-the-sea; Statutory-Man; Sheep's Rules (a clump of hair); Bob Dever died at 109 and was the greatest rock and roller of his time; Arnie the maintenance man; Fink, Do Chewey; "Concentrate and stay focused"(the 1993 and 1995 waterski staff motto); meeting the "extended family" (the 1993 and 1995 waterski staff policy); Bill Jimmo's Jr. (a.k.a. Fred Dorfman's "potato buddy") and Sr., and who could forget Missy?; "Now who made a chocolate surprise in the shower?" (it was Lou-Bob with a smoking gun behind the grassy knoll); Fucus; 1995, the summer of tuna, Nix (a lice remedy); D.O.D.; D.W.I.(in the case of Gary Donnelly); Beware of the Clown Gang; who will be the next person to get a funyak under their bed?; Omerta; TOURON;Leave the books it happens chief; Toga C.P.; Kris Wilkins and the "Feeling Kind of Restless With a Candle Up My Bum" World Tour; Who put the horse-manure under Yaphe's bed?; Nikisha (Bad Girl); I survived 75; "They can't fire us all!!!", and most importantly, Thursday!

Steve Segal(1977-1982)- Coming across this web site is just amazing. I have great memories of Dunmore even though they are 20 to 25 years old.

I'm currently living in Austin, Texas after spending about 7 years in Raleigh, NC. I'm married and have 2 little girls Gabrielle, 5 and Arianna, 3. My sister, Barbara lives in Montreal with her husband and 2 boys, Jessie (The Juicer) and Dillon (Heavy D), great kids.

There is a lot I remember about camp but not as much as Paul Starke and Andy Kaplan. Boy you guys have great memories! I remember colour wars, and what I remember most about them is that I never won one. I had some great counsellors, Roger Paul, Louie Miron, Bruce Friedman, Selwyn Iber (or something like that), I can't remember the names of the others. I also had some great friends, Bruce Baum, Mark Goldsmith, Steve Munzer, Jeff Newfield, Richard Kirsch, Neil Sternthal, Jeff Finklestein.

I would love to hear from any Dunmore alumni, please drop me a line at steven_segal@i2.com.

Mark Shprintz(1971-1976)- I loved camp. The beautiful lake was where I discovered the athlete inside of me. I would flounder all morning on basketball court or stand flatfooted in right field praying nobody would hit the ball my way. I looked forward to the swim before lunch. Diving from the ladder at end of the dock amid cool water. Swimming out to the raft, jumping from the tower. Climbing under the raft and hollering like maniacs with the other kids. I think it was '74 when struck up a close friendship with one of the English waterfront counsellors, Duncan Moffat. He trained me like a swimmer. We did laps all afternoon. It was wonderful.So what if I still couldn't make a lay up or get one over the net. I was learning to swim like a fish.

OK. So here's my highlight. Color War (maybe 1975). I am the anchor. Run from the beach, swim to raft, climb up, swim back and run to flag pole. My team is behind by about 2 minutes. I'm standing there with David Free(d)man, a wonderful kid from Canada. He takes off. I'm still waiting. I get the tag and and he's almost at the raft. I swim like I'm on fire. I make up the distance as we start running. Closer, closer. closer. Our hands reach the pole AT THE SAME TIME. John Winston calls it a TIE!

Twentyfive years later it's still one of the happy moments of my life.

Ian Shulman (1973-77, 1979-87)- Doug,

A friend put me on to your webiste and it has brought back a flood of memories.

I went to CDB from 1973-77, 1979-87 - 14 years!

Random memories come back to me - stealing and hiding the plates from the girls camp as a waiter, british counselor Phil pissing on Robbie Orent's head after coming back drunk one night, being a terrified 8 year old in Bunk 10, being woken up at 1am and fed pizza and A&W root beer by Louis Miron, working in secret on the decorations for the closing night banquet with Andy Baum over bunk 6, singing "How sweet to be an idiot" with Andy and Chris Champine, the "streak" in 1981? where Mitch Aronson and I drank 56 days in a row, Running the last run in the Apache Relay and tagging Bean to finish off, pre-camp drnking beer with Carl and him yelling, "Credence, I love Credence", building new docks with Ernie, riding the mower over tennis balls, sending them flying, Milt bending down to pick up a ball and kicking it with his foot, eating at Louis table where our motto was "don't chew, swallow", riding around picking up garbage with Glenn Venscus, and many more.

I was very saddened to learn about the passing of Ernie Buntin. I had an opportunity to work as his assistant during the summers of 1983-87. While I was attending the University of Vermont a number of my friends were from Barre, VT and had Ernie as a biology teacher in high school. Apparently he was even scarier as a teacher - but excellent.

Myself, Carl Cadoff, Steven Offenhartz and others used to come in 3-4 weeks early to set up the camp taking instructions from and working with Erinie. It was good fun and it was great to see him let his guard down (especially when there were no kids around). I have many fond memories of sitting on that small island off our camp site on Lake George after dinner talking with Ernie about life.

A number of people have mentioned Brian Stotland's "Attitude is the seed of enjoyment." It is so true and seems to gain importance as life rolls on.

I am alive and well living in Niagara on the Lake, Ontario. I am the Chef Concierge at the White Oaks Resort. I got married to my wife Nancy in 1995 and we have a 7 year old son named Ethan. I have been a concierge for over 15 years and have had the opportunity travel to some great places around the World - living a champagne lifestyle on a beer income! I gradutated from UVM in 1987 (roomed with Steven Offenhartz my senior year).

I miss Vermont very much. I get back only once a year to spend a week or so at my folks place in Montgomery Centre (near Jay Peak) I hope to hear from any alumni who are heading to this area.

All the best,

Ian Shulman
905-704-5608 (Direct)
905-688-2220 (Fax)
ishulman@whiteoaksresort.com
http://www.whiteoaksresort.com

Jason Silver(1979-1982)- I, along with my family, first came to Camp Dunmore in 1979. My dad, Bruce Silver, was the Dunmore Boy's Tennis Instructor; quite naturally he brought along my mother (Iris), sister (Diane), and our family dog, "Freddie the Wonder Dog" as well as myself! Camp Dunmore was and still is treasured by us all. My dad now lives in Marin County, California. He is retired but has not slowed down a bit! He swims every day, bikes, plays tennis, and is an avid skier. My mother lives in Monsey, NY and enjoys vacationing when she is not smothering my two sons with hugs and kisses. Diane Silver is now, Diane Tetefsky, lives in Mahwah, NJ., and has a little girl (Brianna Nicole Tetefsky).

I have been married to my wife Amy (Levine-maiden name), since 1993. We are raising our sons, David Benjamin Silver (born 07/02/98), Zachary Jacob Silver (born 02/25/2001), and living in Orange County, NY. I am a School Psychologist at Suffern High School. It is a great joy to work with young adults.

During my adolescent years at Camp Dunmore I was privileged to have had excellent Counselors. At my age then (13-16), my ears were open to Dunmore Counselor wisdom (many times), which, as we all know, was instrumental in making boys become men, Dunmore men. Roger Paul particularly impressed me. Where is Roger? He led our bunk, comprised of such characters as Andrew "Kaps" Kaplan, Kevin Ansel, Joshua Stoller, others, and myself. We were notorious for our midnight excursions to CDG bunks and mid-afternoon runs to Sabs. How Roger managed to hold us together, keep us ship shape for inspections, and impart wisdom and respect was miraculous. Waking from our slumber in the middle of the night as our Counselor supplied us A&W; Root Beer and Dominos Pizza (cut in squares), is a memory that is ingrained in our dietary chromosomes - forever!

Sailing Lake Dunmore or swimming its length in the early chill of morning are memories I shall never forget. Water skiing, canoeing, archery, tennis, Color War; every summer brings back wonderful memories of those sunny days. Rainy days at Dunmore saw us playing floor hockey, basketball or dodge ball in the Quonset hut as well as down time, time to listen to the rain, play games in our bunk (Cosmic Wipe Out, Mad-Libs), play guitar, and write letters home to family and friends -often begging for candy! Spread the word about this site! Please feel free to reach me at my E-mail address: PsySilvr@frontiernet.net

Larry Singer(1950-1978)- I'm one of Bea and Milt's sons. I found this site through Paul Starke whom I met through my daughter. I scanned through the Boys Camp Alumni and was moved by some of the inquiries and comments concerning Bea and Milt. I printed out the Alumni notes for them to read.

Here's an update - They are both still alive with all of their faculties, though both are dealing with the inevitable issues of aging. Milt will be 90 in December 2001. He and Bea have spent their summers in Vt. on the lake since selling the camp. They're on the south end. This is the first summer that their health precluded them from staying the season. Instead, they will get a couple of long weekends at the lake. During the winter they still live in New Jersey in order to be close to Andy, me and my family.

Milt was extremely pleased when he learned that Keewayden had purchased both facilities. With Keewayden in control, he feels that it is likely that the camps will remain camps for generations of kids to come. He feels that this really preserves the legacy that was created by Kittie and Joe Jacobson, and through them, passed to Milt and the Jacobson's son, Ed, then the Rosses'. (For those who don't know, Eddie Jacobson was Milt's original partner (1946-1957). He is still alive and lives in Vermont. Eddie's parents started the girl's camp. They ran it as a girl's camp until WW II. It was co-ed during the war. Milt and Eddie bought the adjacent property in 1945 or 46. In 1946 they cleared and leveled the land and in 1947 the Jacobson's let Milt and Eddie take over the boys. In 1957 Eddie decided to teach overseas, wanting some different experiences, and the Rosses', who had been head counsellors for Eddie's parents and, who by then owned the girl's camp, were offered Eddie's interest.)

When I think about the things Milt likes best about the legacy of Camp Dunmore, it is the marriages that camp life sporned. It seems to me that camp marriages were more prevalent among the staff of the 1950's and 60's but I wondered if that still goes on. Second to that, he liked the idea that camp introduced many people to Vermont and many developed strong attachments to the state just as he did.

There are a number of pictures on this site of the camp grounds looking southeast from the direction of bunks 5 and 6. To me that view was the essence of the place in the following way. In the 50's, though it's hard to believe now, most of us still lived in the cities - Jersey City Brooklyn, the Bronx, Manhattan, Newark the inner Oranges etc. That view was the first impression they had. To this day people tell me that first glimpse of the lake is the most beautiful view they remember. I think it's hard to explain to younger people raised in the suburbs the enormous impact that view had on all of us city kids.

I want to close by remembering my counsellor for many years, Norman Kaner. >From 1964-1970 (I think that's the year) Norman meant camp. There have been many great counsellors but, for many of us of this era, I think Norman defined the genre. In my memory, he always will. He died around 1988. I was among the last to speak with him along with Robbie Zelnick and Harry Kreps. Memories of camp would be incomplete without something said of Norman. Larry Singer (Days - larrys@njlc.com; Evenings - lsinger3@aol.com)

Milt Singer

Brian Slomovitz (1979-1989)- Many memories and even more things I'm sure I forgot. Some of the memories (briefly)...

1979: bunk 9 with David Platt, Marc Lewis (who would go and sleep at night with mommy), Noah Goldman (Sylvia's nephew who is now a OB/GYN resident at Mount Sinai Hospital in NYC), David Reitman, Rapheal Sebastian, David Baum, and these two twins from Canada who I can't remember. I used to wet my bed (i was 8 and probably missed home; n.b. Marly was worried that I was home sick). My counselors were insignificant and I can't remember there names.

1980: bunk 8. My first exposure to Canadians...peter goldberg, glenn hirsch, lee sheftman. All I remember is getting shelled by john ansell, billy militello, greg platt, and ricky solomon during games of indian pin in the quonset hut.

1981: bunk 6. Aaron Kalisher, Mike Basin, and two more...Shuster, Graif, Goldberg and Hirsh were in 6b I think. Not many significant memories except my group head...Isaac.

1982: bunk 4. I slept on the opposite wall from Mitch Aronson. Never had a girl in his bed but would be chronically in a mind altered state. Isaac was my other counselor. Gradinger and I hung out most of the time. Daniel Valemonte had a song written about him in bunk 5. I won mellowest camper of the year.

1983: bunk 4. The bean, Brian Stotland was my counselor. I will never forget his saying, "Attitude is the seed of enjoyment". He probably got it from someone else but I got it from him.

1984: bunk 9. Counselors were David Gott (my cousin now an attorney in NJ), Doug something (no, not Lewin) who Lutz. Interesting summer but not THE summer.

1985: bunk 10. Another prelude to THE summer. Fink and garfinkle were my counselors. Marty Gould and Frankel were bunkmates. Tim Lonn and Platt were around. I think we made some Cullen video at the end of this summer where my entire bunk was flushed down into the lake.

1986:Bunk 11. The end of CDB as we all know. With all the bizarre stories we see in the news today, the most absurd details of this summer were the consequences...THERE WERE NONE. Unfortunetely camp as many of us remember ended. My best years were still ahead of me. Still the Heineken's that Ellie found in the toilet on a sunday morning is tough to forget. So were the bottles of wine out in the clearing.

1987: Bunk 11. 40 boys in CDB. A great summer. Andy Wallerstein ?,DAvid Souaid, Jayson Cohen. Can't forget Ruttenberg and Kessner in bunk 2. I had fun.

1988: bunk 8/2. I was a junior counselor and I was fooling around with a camper (CIT). Luckily I was not as stupid as rico. Color war was fun.I won...BLUE. My campers were a great bunch of guys. Frischman and Arkin. I think Ricky Brull and Ari were there as well. Overall a good bunch of guys...

1989: My last year. Bunk 11 with Rutenberg, Kessler, Frischman, Starke and the others was the ideal way to finish up. I remember Rutenberg slashing away at his guitar some John cougar song. If dan feder ever reads this I hope he doesn;t think that I did not know that he used to drink out of my half empty beer cans in the clearing.

I tried to have Ellie take me back in 1990 as Asst Head but she would not take me. I guess hiring assistant head counselors was not one of her strengths.

I miss camp. I hope my little summary brought back some memories for others. If any one in the NY area wants to chat about those days give me a call at 212-628-2894 or email at slomovit@umndj.edu.

My sister is married to Peter Graubard ( not Eric, the guy she got permission to sleep in Bunk 1 when he came to visit). She has a son Jack who's pretty cute. SHe is in charge of European Fashion at the New Yorker magazine.

I am currently working as a resident physician at New York Hospital-Cornell Medical Center. I as in training to become a OB/GYN/gynecologic oncologist.

Give me a call or email me.

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By the way I saw Georgia Davis last year at New York Hospital where she was in training to become a physicians assistant. Guess who's still sneaking over to Georgia's bunk at night...

Update(Nov. 2002) - Here's my update as I have not reported to you in some time. I got married March 2001 to Philippa Jessica Tanz of the Upper East Side. This past June I completed my OB/GYN residency at New York Presbyterian Hospital - Cornell Medical College. It was a hectic four years. While sitting out on the roof of our affiliate Hospital in Queens I would try to imagine myself on the porch of bunk 11 sitting on the blue bench that Judd Feldman built and watching the stars. Unfortunately, my imagination is not as good now as it was in camp. After residency, I started my fellowship training in Gynecologic Oncology in Houston, Texas at the MD Anderson Cancer Center. My wife (who after much debate decided to move to Texas from NY) will start her teaching career as a Special Education Teacher for a private Jewish day school here in Houston. If any of y'all are in the greater Houston area, give me a holler. email: bmslomovi@mdanderson.org or brs9002@yahoo.com .

See y'all later. Nunway.

Paul Starke (1980-1989)- I'm warning you, this going to be an esoteric, stream-of-consicousness ramble. For anybody who's interested, I am a producer with Fox Television. But that's really not what I want to discuss right now. Here's what I remember: My Bunks: 10a-10a-8b-9b-8a-6b-8a-3-2-11. My counsellors: Bob Gottfried, Andy Patton, Roger Paul, Dean Butterworth, Pete Spiegel, Rich Russell, Bryan O'Connor, Somebody named "T.J." Andy Baum, Bruce Margolin, Russ LaPlume, "Ponch" Nadler, Greg Altig, Chris Champine, Phil Baychuk, Rob Orent, Steve Offenhartz, Carl Cadoff, Mike Quinn, Mike Graif, Jimmy Newfield, Steve Greenfield, Jeff Finkelstein, Andy Woodhead, Craig Starke (my brother), Glen Hirsch, Jeremy Cohen, Jay Blumenstein and Brian Slomovitz. My colorwar teams, generals, results, and apache relay tasks:

1980 - Gray (Bob Gottfried, Andy Patton) - touch paddleball line, lost
1981 - Blue (Eric Gott, Pete Spiegel, Dean Butterworth) - run under canoes, won
1982 - Gray (Steve Cohen, Carl Cadoff, perhaps Todd Halpern) - middle guy in canoe, lost
1983 - Blue (Steve Offenhartz, Steve Shuster, Ted Baltuch) - don't recall, lost
1984 - Blue (Mike Quinn, Rob Reger, Rich Kirsch) - don't recall, won
1985 - Gray (Barry Knuppel, Andy Kaplen Nanuet, Jeff Lonn) - ran a suicide, lost
1986 - Gray (Mike Penner, Tootsie Schecter, Skip Swanson) - emptied out an equipment bag, won
1987 - Gray (Paul Graif, Peter Goldberg) - tennis serve, lost
1988 - Blue (Brian Slomovitz, Russell Feder) - tennis serve, won
1989 - Blue (Russ Rediker, Evan Heisler, Darren Selip) - First run, won

Sweet Jesus, I'm pathetic that I remember all of that. I think I have some unresolved issues when it comes to Camp. Although I'm quite content now in my life, I don't think I will ever achieve the same level of wide-eyes innocence and joy that I did when I was a camper. Perhaps that's why I'm plagued by night terrors about things like the Quonset Hut, and the fact that Joel Cadoff used to let a bunch of ten year olds run around with coping saws. Who knows? In any event, I miss camp a great deal. Not so much the friends I made there, but the truly obscure people that drift in and out of your life for 8 weeks a year. I'm talking about the Stu Jentis'. The Adam Papplebaums. The Kevin Comstocks. Where the heck are they?
I'll bring you up-to-date on my siblings, all of whom are Dunmore alums. My brother Craig Starke (1976-1988) is living in Montreal and running the family textile company. He has a boat. My oldest brother Jeff Bernstein (1975-1977) lives in New York with his wife. My sister, Lisa Bernstein (1975-1977) lives in Montreal and will be getting married this summer. Furthermore, I think I remember some of my colorwar songs and breakouts. Here I go.

1980 - Tune of "Cocaine" by Eric Clapton - came back from trip day to see gray or blue balloons tied to our beds.
1981 - Tune of "I Wanna Hold Your Hand" by the Beatles - a hang glider while we were at a campfire
1982 - Tune of "Eye of the Tiger" by Survivor - airplane.
1983 - Tune of "Doo-Wah-Ditty-Ditty-Dum-Ditty-Doo" (There she was, just a walkin' down the street...) fake radio station in dining hall.
1984- Tune of "Let's Here it For the Boys" from the Footloose soundtrack - ersatz treasure hunt
1985 - Tune of "Born to Run" by Bruce Springsteen - stickers in oreos at milk and cookies
1986 - Tune of the USMC battle chant - some big video screen at dance in social hall
1987 - Tune of "Missionary Man" by the Eurythmics - phony "let's make a deal" evening activity
1988 - Tune of "Wild World" by Cat Stevens - phony potentially lethal propane leak at evening activity
1989 - Tune of "Goodnight Saigon" by Billy Joel - Ernie threatens to quit.
I think I remember the banquet themes and the yearly paddleball champions, too. I need some help.
Here are some other things that come to mind when I ponder about Dunmore:
When it would rain, they would gather the whole camp into the Quonset Hut to watch film of "1977 World Series Highlights"... That the game room used to have a Video Pong Machine... Getting ETB for one reason or another... That "Beef Steak" was really just "Steak-ums"... Mud-sliding... When Rick Gilbert and Mitch Aronson were the Blues Brothers... Jim Bosman's dog, Misty, which was always wet and always smelled like wet dog... Narrowly losing the Golden hammer to Jose Najri in 1981, and being upset... Horseracing Night, when camper would ride counsellors backs and campers would bet on them. That came to a halt when Billy "Jabba the Hut" Fogel ran onto the track and injured several people in 1983. The counsellor hunt, when we'd have to go aorund throwing talcum powder at counsellors. "Mock Trial" night... Richie Dahlgren hitting softballs in the back fields after dinner for marshmallows. Trying to cross the gravel road at 2am without making any noise; an impossible task.I also remember thinking that Ray Bajor was somewhat bizarre, but likable.That's really all I can think of right now. recently, however, I've gotten a chance to meet with Andy Baum, whom I hadn't seen in 15 years, and his brother Bruce, and Harris Cohen and Marc Lewis. Anybody in the New York area should contact Andy, because his knowledge of camp lore is astounding and frightening at the same time.

And I'm convinced that Dunmore Glass was just shards of broken bottles that juniors would collect for some reason.

Brian Stotland (1973-1979, 1981-1983)- Superb job on the Dunmore site. Im Brian Stotland; Montrealer, Dunmore 73-79,81-83, sometimes referred to as "The Bean". Frankly, still think about camp regularly. Had an obscene amount of fun for 10 years (started as a sophmore, ended as a counsellor) with a lot of great men and a few psychopaths. Sports highlight: swam/ran the final leg of the Apache relay 2 years in a row, winning both (with a head start mind you) over Vinny Militello. Went to softball tournament in Andover, NH a couple times under the tutelage of one Louis Miron ("shortstop is king, centerfielder is god" - but I played like a mortal). Was inspired one day to come up with the "attitude is the seed of enjoyment" line while floating in deep 2, which was good for more than couple friday night sermons. I studied under the teachings of the yoda-like master, "grandpa" Mitch Aronson. Had my first 4 beers ever on a hot trip day in Lake George with Carl Cadoff and Andy Garfinkle, though my memory is a little blurry there. Made sure to make a pilgrimage to Dunmore, Silverlake and the Dogteam Tavern with my future wife around 1990, before the desecration, to make sure she could appreciate perfection. Im living in Boston, married with a couple of exceptional kids; doctor at Boston University Medical Center. Hope I can find a place for my children one day that will be as great as Dunmore. Would love to hear from alumni anytime: 617-527-3854. Email is: brian.stotland@bmc.org

Mitch Stotland(1971-1978, 1980, 1982) - Ahhh Dunmore...my friends back home in Montreal always made fun of the fact that I went to Camp Dunmore FOR BOYS. I tried telling them that there were actually girls on the other side of the fence that we could kind of see with binoculars during the day and rendezvous with at night. They weren't buying it.

Everyone probably thinks that their time at CDB was during the "halcyon years". I KNOW mine was. Milt Singer and George Ross. I can't tell you how much pride I had each time I looked at Milt's NFL-smashed nose that spread across his face. I went to a camp owned by an old-time Jewish guy who played alongside his twin brother for the Giants in the 30's, wearing leather hats, and playing all 60 minutes. That was cool.

For my first few years I used to fall for the lies that Richie Dahlgren used to tell us on the first day of camp when introducing the counselors (Dennis Pitcharelli never played triple-A ball, that guy Lester never ran a 9.7 100 meter, none of those tennis counselors were nationally ranked, etc.).

God, how hard we tried to get those freakin' felt "chevrons" and 5-dollar trophies (my parents just finally threw out my tennis and paddleball trophies when they moved last year). Did we ever get a lesson in child psych with the way they brought us to our knees over the possibility of going to A&W; for root beer!

Was trip day a joke or what? They took us to a cheese factory my first few years! The fish hatchery once! How many times did I go to the marble factory and Shelburne museum. My father told Milt he wouldn't send me again if I had to endure Shelburne for the 6th year in a row.

Does anyone really think that slop the CBs threw on the bunk floors every Tuesday really "dis-infected" anything?

I used to pray for rain at least once a week so they might show us the 1970 Reds-Orioles world series film on those big reels with Curt Gowdy again.

My brothers and I were part of the early wave of the Canadian invasion. I hate to admit it, but I always felt that the Canadian influx ruined things at CDB . I went there to hang out with the Yanks in their stiff Levi jeans who encouraged me to avoid the "progressive" rock and roll favored in Canada, and to say "zee" not "zed".

My younger brother Brian (yes Isaac, he's younger) mentioned that he twice ran the last big Color War run and won. I twice did the very last Apache Relay leg (run along beach, swim to raft and back, and run to bell) but was hopelessly behind both times. Color War was awesome, though. I never went home with an audible voice.

Too bad so few of those from my era have joined in here on this site (Shillers, Offenhartz, Godel, Ansells, Weinstein, Patten, Klein, Wasserman, Alper, etc.).

I'm a Plastic Surgeon specializing in pediatric craniofacial reconstruction of birth deformities. I'm on staff at Dartmouth-Hitchcock Medical Center on the Dartmouth faculty, just a couple of hours away from Salisbury, VT. My wonderful wife Sheryl and I have a daughter and a son who are incredible.

I'd love to hear from CDB alums.

Mark Surchin (1964-1967)- Hi: I went to Dunmore from '64 to '67 (ages 7-10). I would love to find Larry Lanset who I was good friends with and came home with me in 1967 to see Expo '67 in Montreal. He brought "Shake a Pudding" with him, an American novelty! I remember Colour War very well and enjoyed in particular the Blue win in 1965 (my only win--apparently my luck was dramatically worse than that of my cousins and later Dunmore attendees, the Kuglers).

I noticed the letter to Howie Markham on the site--If I am not mistaken, Howie was my counsellor that year and came over from England. He was a soccer nut and that year he followed the World Cup throughout the summer, the year that England actually won-it was a big event. I also remember another great counsellor, Larry Frey.

I now live in Toronto with my family and am a lawyer. Mark Surchin

Les Tschinkel(1973-1974)- I was a camp counselor at the camp in 1973 and 1974. I was deeply saddened by the news of two deaths - Milt Singer's and Camp Dunmore's. Please if there is anyone out there from that time period I would love to hear from you. I remember some campers I had - Danny Soloman, Steve Bronfman, Alex Spanos, one of the Ansells, Alan Perlmutter, etc. I remember John Winston (I believe he was a junior counselor at that time) and Benjy Singer as fellow counselors. What ever happened to the hiking counselor (I believe that his name was Ernie)?

Les Tschinkel, '73-'74

Update: I read the excerpt from Mitch Stotland. I am that guy that you stated never ran 9.7 in the 100 meters. Actually, I had run the 100 yard dash in 9.7 (we ran yards here in the U.S. when everyone else was running meters. I was fast but not as fast as Rich Dahlgren wanted us to say. I remember running a hundred yard sprint at the camp against some junior counselors, who were quite fast. I won easily. Rich always wanted the counselors to embellish themselves even more just to impress the campers. I remember also that I was touted as a world karate expert after the camper bus pulled into camp when I had miraculously kicked a stick out of a counselorŐs hand into mine. All I remember was the astonished look on the camperŐs faces when they saw this. I would love to hear from any campers or counselors from the 1973-1974 summers. Les.Tschinkel@dsadc.dsca.mil

Raul Vera(1990-1995)- Hi everybody. I'm now studying law in Caracas at UCAB. Two years ago, my family went to live in the little town of Hanover, New Hampshire. It was certainly a change from Caracas. I studied for one year at Hanover High, and I graduated in June of 1999. I had the chance to visit Dunmore during the winter. I went to my old bunks and saw my name written on the walls. The lake was frozen and cold, which was quite different from how I remembered it. When I saw the lake I remembered that my first English words at camp were "Me no like," because I thought the water was cold and I didn't want to swim. The counselors made me swim though. I always remember the color war breaks, especially the one with the airplane that dropped the white papers (I can't remember the year, sorry).

I miss camp very much. I hope to get in touch with my friends at camp. I'm usually in the U.S. once a year and I would like to hear from any of you at camp. My email address is palermo_17@hotmail.com.

ps. I don't think I'd be able to carry the color war flag anymore. I've grown a few inches...

Douglas Warshaw(1966-1972, 1974... I think :))- As Mike Meyers used to say, "I'm fachklempt" from reading all the notes on the Dunmore site...which I just stumbled upon for the first time. Dunmore was a special place, full of such special people: Milt, Tom & Mary (and the rest of the family), Richie & Eva, Jim & Ellie, Ernie Buntin, Bob Natlie, Hecky Cabot, Luigi Mandel...Thank god for me my two girls are still young enough to like listening to my old camp stories.

As for me, I'm still living in New York, in Manhattan -- somehow I never made it off the Island -- doing a combination of TV producing, writing and some film stuff, too. (A couple of years ago I helped start up the Classic Sports Network, in no small part so that I could relive the 60s and 70s...and put a bunch of those old "Rain Day" converse sports shorts films back on the air!) I have two daughters, Amelia (b. May 8, 1994 -- which is also known as the 24th anniversary of the Knicks winning their first NBA title :) and Lily (b. May 5, 1998)...and a remarkable wife, Melissa (b. in Memphis, TN, but I'm not giving out the year) who is the director of the Gagosian Art Galleries.

Alas, I haven't really kept up with anyone (shame on me) especially since I would have LOVED to have gone to the more of the reunions. I did make it to one in the New York area about a dozen years ago, and also drove Melissa up to Dunmore, just the two of us, a while ago...and even managed to drop in on Marry Connor at her lakefront cabin. (For some inexplicable reason, Mary declined when I asked if she'd consider cutting my toenails for old-time sake :)

Love to get as many emails and contact info. from the old gang as possible -- campers and counselors (boy would I love to be able to track down Bob Natalie, if anyone has any ideas) -- so please email me at dwarshaw@alumni.princeton.edu

Douglas

Jonathan Wasserman - Hi there,

Jonathan Wasserman here. I think the site is a great idea. What I remember well is being at Dunmore for seven years. I think it started in 1976, but who can remember. Trying to remember how it all started I can recall that Craig Starke was in my bunk, I think bunk 10 and that he had a poster of Farra Faucet which we were convinced had her hair spelling the word sex. Actually I was impressed with the level of detail of others memories. I certainly am flooded with a lot of thoughts of friends growing up year after year in a fun place with none of the normal worries of growing up. I can't imagine a place today that can offer that same feeling for kids growing up.

I have working for the past 8 years in pharmaceutical marketing, presently I work for Alcon, devoted to ocular diseases and research of new treatments for the eye. I studied science and eventually went back to earn an MBA at Queen's University in Kingston, Ontario. Two years ago I joined the growing numbers of Montrealers who have left Quebec to find themselves surrounded in the opportunities and hustle of Toronto.

What I remember most of Dunmore really comes from early on. I remember Uncle Milte. A man who never lost his smile or patience. I remember the landmarks well enough that I think if I were hard pressed I probably could navigate from the Tennis courts, up past the soccer field, along the shop steps and to the water-ski deck without opening my eyes. I felt as if Dunmore were in fact in some ways a possession. It is funny, but the fact that I knew what to expect each year and the persistence of the endless sports that kept us all going, became a world to itself which I find difficult to explain to others who have not had a "camp experience". I miss Dunmore and am happy to see the memories of longtime and more recent campers being expressed.

I would love to catch up with past friends from my Dunmore days, my email is jdw1@cgocable.net and my number is 905-465-0778.

Larry Welkowitz(1965-1977)- I was at Dunmore from 1965 (Age 7) to 1977. I actually just returned from a visit to Ellie Garfinkel (my cousin) and can report that Kewaydin seems to be doing a good job keeping camp going (although they did knock down most of the cabins in the Boys Camp!).

I attended Middlebury College (class of '80) because I wanted to stay in the area. I'm now a psychologist and college professor in Keene, New Hampshire, where I also tend to sheep and chickens on my modest farm.

I camped out at Silver Lake with my 3 year old daughter (Annika)this past week. I hadn't been there in 20 years and must say that its as beautiful as ever. My daughter especially liked clamoring up the rocks of the Cascades (AKA Falls of Lana).

Camp Dunmore was an important place for me...and I'm eager to see how other alums from my era are doing...Where's Bobby Landau??? Ty Conner??? Steven Lippert???

Cheers,

Larry Welkowitz

Mark Westin (1967-1972, 1976) Hi Doug -

I just stumbled onto your page, not sure how, and can't believe I'm actually seeing it.

I'm Mark Westin, Dunmore camper 1967-72, then again as a waiter in 1976 (I may be fuzzy on the dates, but I had the 5 year jacket...). Quite a nostalgia trip for me, as my mother and two uncles were also Dunmorites in the 40s and 50s.

I'm in Brooklyn, New York, and I lead a dual life as a television producer and musician. If anyone wants to reach me, best way is to email: mark@spinachworld.net, or visit my website at www.spinachworld.net for more information than anyone really needs.

I see more than a few familiar names on your site, and now I'll have to get in touch with them after all this time. I'm amazed and pleased that you've created this site.

Best regards,

Mark

Rich Williams (1987)- Hi great site it brings back lots of memories even though I was there one summer 1987. My memories are around drinking bloody brains at Mr UPs, day off trips to Montreal and a great camping trip on Lake George.

I also remember the performance of Godspell produced by Bill Bajor and playing table tennis with the Cadoffs. I even managed to get Jimmo to swim & sail a boat with help from Craig Zinader.

Another day off we saw Billy Idol at Saratoga Springs and we got overtook by some police while speeding in Craig Starks black jeep. Zinaders passion wagon (VW camper van) was left behind. I thoroughly enjoyed my time there and was sad to hear its been demolished.

I am still in touch with Rich Kirsh from time to time but no one else. I have some great photos including one of Rob lewin with his shorts on his head. I was the Sailing Councilor and shared a bunk with Sheep, Rob Lewin, Little Fink and Bernstien. We also had a day visitor for a while. I will send in my photos once I've scanned them.

Cheers

Rich Williams

(remember Yoshi Kazumatsubara and his amazing 100 mosquito bites on one leg !)

Rob "Wozloff" Worsoff (1991-1993)- Hi there. Rob Worsoff here. CDB 1991 - 1993. I wasn't there long, because I wasted too many youthful summers at some other obnoxious Jewish camps in Canada. What a mistake! I wish I started going to Dunmore when Brian Wolfe told me about it back around 1984. I like to think I made up for lost time, though, as my Dunmore days account for about 75% of my best camp memories. (Most notably Bunko, Dracula, Kampersville, not ever being where I was supposed to be, sneaking in to "help paint" wide expanses of sky for "banquet" under the protection of Jeff Mertz and Bob Dever, having my first Beer (and hard drink, for that matter), first girlfriend, and most of all, first & only pet baseball bat. I even met Ice Cube on a day off.) But the real reason I have waited so long to add my own entry to this site (I've known about it for years) is basically because I have never truly been able to characterize my experience at Dunmore - it's like painting a sunset - you can't really do it. It's just too intangible - like that "Bad News Bears" vibe that goes along with attending a camp that didn't have baseballs for the first 2 weeks of the summer - or being convinced that this was the only camp in the world where on any given day a 6 year old (Schuyler Schuster), a 14 year old (Adam Perzow) a 17 year old (me) and a guy in his mid-20's (Paul Primeau) could just hang out on the front porch of a bunk (9) all day when all of us are supposed to be somewhere else - and yet everyone is just hanging - no pretention, no agenda - as though age and time have stopped, and all that remains is a deep craving for the nightly portion of Dunmore Delight. I think back, and I'm pretty sure I never even went in the lake. To anyone else - it would seem like a camp that was totally lacking in discipline, organization, and rescource, and yet I don't know anyone who went there that didn't love it. Maybe it's because kids spend 10 months a year going to school and listening to their parents, so the last thing they want during summer vacation is structure. I know I didn't. I'm rambling, I should just update where I am and stop. After camp, I went to Concordia for undergrad, then Syracuse for a Master's. After that, I moved out to L.A. (in 1999) - I don't really know why. These days, I Write & Produce some crappy TV shows. Right now I'm working on a couple of 1 hour specials for the Travel Channel - one of them is about the Top 10 Best McDonald's franchises in the world - an NO - the one in Middlebury didn't make the list. It makes my own personal Mickey D list, though. Past projects have taken me to E!, VH1, BET, and some other less notable production companies. Socially, I still keep in touch with lots of CD peeps - Frank, Florian, Frishling, Cohen, Wolfe, Mertz. I periodically hear from Bill Bajor and Mike Feinstein, too. I would love to hear from any and all CD people that I've lost contact with over the years . Email me sometime at robworsoff@hotmail.com

Rob Zeidel (1991-1995)- I attended Dunmore from 1991 - 1995. Though many people had been there much longer than I had, I still felt the absolute devastation when camp closed permanently. I have memories from camp unlike any others that I have, and often find myself speaking about camp like it is still open for business as usual.

My first summer, my counsellors in bunk 7 were Jeff Mertz, Evan Heisler and Rob Dorfman. This was a trio that proved to be difficult to compete with in my later years. Rob used to play the audio of Fletch which I can still hear clearly, and has since become my favorite movie. Mertz was a big Texan who coined the phrases "Piss Like a Racehorse" and "Zeidel likes goats". That was nice! I remember Steve Kohl and Jessie Schwartz getting caught having gone to Kampersville without permission and as a punishment, their legs were tied to each other for about a week (it seems like it was that long!!). Neither one of them lasted very long at camp. Jessie lit bunk 10 on fire with a smoke bomb that same year (or maybe 1992).

I lost colorwar for Dorfman, Doug Segal & Co. in 1991 when I could not get dressed quickly enough. Segal has not let me live that down to this day. (Segal Says: Rob was a Senior who, at 13, couldn't get dressed quickly. Lesson I learned: never give a boy a man's job!)

In 1995, Dunmore's last summer, I was a JC in bunk 9 and 12 (I got kicked out of bunk 9 because Doug thought that I was going to kill one of the campers). I worked on tennis and appreciated every minute of the summer. We spent lots of time at the "clearing", and crazy BOB used to hang from trees in his over-alls trying to rip them down for firewood. We all had great times there. 1995 was also marked with Mike Dorfman's scandal which was smoothed out by the lice break-out. That saved him on his 10th (11th!?) summer.

Everyday I think about Ellie's mistake of selling the camp and not having given the alumni a reasonable chance to come up with the funds. The dream of Dunmore should still be living on, evidenced by the response to this site and the emotion with which many describe their time as campers/staff in Salisbury, VT.

I'm living in Miami and can be reached at 305-978-4743, or via e-mail at robert@zeidel.ca.

Cheers.

Last updated OCTOBER 13th, 2005.