A sometimes rambling blog about my postcard collection, Mostly vintage, some new, a bunch of linens with a touch of chrome.
Hi Steve, My husband's family started Camp Strongheart for Boys in 1924. You can just barely see his grandfather in the driver's seat in the photo. Sanford Herzog was into anything that had a motor - he raced boats with Louis Chevrolet, he drove one of the first Eliason snowmobiles in Wisconsin, he owned many beautiful Chris Crafts etc. Oh, if we had it all now, eh? A few years ago I found a site devoted to the restoring of one of the camp's Voyager canoes……maybe we'll find that Ford Woody someday. Thank you for sharing.
That's so great to have that kind of family history!..."If we all had it now..." How many times I've thought that after my mother telling her family's pre-depression stories. Your comments have made my day! - Thanks! If you'd like a high-definition scan of the postcard let me know and I can email it to you!
Steve, Oh, these folks had a wonderfully varied and fascinating history and investigating leads online has become a great way to learn about local history, as well. The photos are a bonus. Yes, as the unofficial family archivist, I'd love a hi-def copy. Thanks again, Dorr
Rather than post your email address for the world to see, here is mine. I'll send you a copy of the postcard ASAPemail@example.com
I had the pleasure of attending Camp Strongheart during the summers of 1957 and 1958. That is where I learned to speak English fluently, it was my father's idea to send me and my brothers there from Cuba to learn English. It was the best way to learn a language. We used to raise the Cuban flag under the U.S.A. flag every morning. I have great, happy memories from those summers. Does anyone know where nurse Shaw might be? Vicente.J. Herrero
Thanks for the background! Always nice when I get to see someone have a moment with a postcard. This is one of my favorite cards.
Fun to trip over this. I went to Camp Strongheart 1949-52 from age 6-8. We were able to spend the whole 8 week summer there, which allowed us time to get over home-sickness and into the fun, enough not to want to leave. All kinds of great memories from all the activities; sports yes, but also fishing, hiking, camping out, all of it. And the Herzog family was great. Especially for the little kids, Mrs. H would frighten us with Indian stories and adventures at night and then we'd have to find our way back to the cabin to hide under the blankets:)A few other memories.....it was only a few years after War's end and they had a surplus landing craft that they took us across the lake in, to pick blueberries and raspberries....total fun. Mid-summer had a parents' weekend visit, I guess to assure them we were still alive....most of us would have preferred them to stay home, but for two days the quality of the food served was considerably improved!I guess I could write a book, but probably not a lot different from all the stories of all the camps of that era. Just outdoor fun and game....no phones, no electronics, not even TV.