There is a camp along Sta-ha-he shores….
Camp Trexler is its name…
Well, Camp Trexler used to be its name. Trexler was a Lutheran Camp for boys in Harriman State Park in NY from the 1930’s until 1986. My husband worked there from 1977 until 1983 and I worked there the summer of 1982 right after we were married. We had so many good times there, that I started a group for alumni on FaceBook. When I started the group, we had three members. Myself, my husband and my brother-in-law. My brother-in-law’s first post was, “Now what?” My answer was, “we wait” and sure enough, just like in Field of Dreams…”If you build it, they will come”. We now have 85 members! We all have that Trexler connection and this past week we decided to hold a reunion.
Harriman State Park used to be home to many overnight camps and each summer (around the first Thursday of August) they would hold a canoe regatta on the shores of Lake Sebago. My first regatta was the summer of 1978. My mother drove me and a friend up to watch the races and I was fascinated! There are several heats involving kids and counselors from age 8 and up. Girls against girls and boys against boys, all competing for the coveted McManus trophy. Whoever had the most wins, took the trophy home. Camp Trexler won that trophy each year I attended the regatta from 1978 – 1984 – they had won before that, but I’m not quite sure how many times.
So imagine a group of about 12 forty-somethings reliving their youth watching the races! At one point one of the race coordinators approached our group and asked if Trexler would like to enter a 4-man canoe in the races…oh yea, of course they would! So after almost 25 years, Trexler was represented in the regatta! Jeff, David, Andy and Graham came in third place (out of four)…they didn’t swamp and no one had a heart attack so all in all it was a good showing!
Afterwards we gathered at Rhodes North Tavern for food and drink and more reminiscing…it was a pretty great night. We’re hoping to hold another reunion next year and I’m hoping that “the boys” bring their wives and families. Trexler wasn’t just about a bunch of teenagers going wild, it was about hiking, camping, friendships, and traditions. Trexler may be officially gone, but it lives on in our hearts and when we sang our evening hymn the other night, I felt a chill.
Now the day is over
Night is drawing ‘nigh
Shadows of the evening
Steal across the sky
Glory to the Father
Glory to the Son
and to thee blest Spirit
While all ages run…
Just wanted to update you all that the Camp Trexler page on Facebook is now 230 members strong. Please join us there! (5/25/16)
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