Location: Frontenac Point is approximately 1/2 mile north of Taughannock
Falls State Park on the west shore (I think it is 1/2 mile because I think
they used to do a one mile swim to the park and back). The camp was located
for a time on the land where the State Park is now located.
Camp Barton is named for a "much-loved" Cornell University ROTC commandant.
(I got this piece of information from my father who is a contemporary of
Cuyler Page's dad and remembers him.)
A number of Cornell University professors were involved with the Camp
including Louis Agassiz Fuertes after whom the Council was named (since
renamed after the founding father of the Boy Scouts, Baden-Powell). (I got
this from the history page on their web site. The page points out that it
wasn't the Frontenac that burned and sank there but a tug called the
Iroquois)
Here is a nice web site having to do with the Camp:
http://www.lightlink.com/bbm/barton.html
And now the sad news. There is a chance the camp is going to be up for sale
soon:
http://www.theithacajournal.com/news/stories/20021010/opinion/256003.html
Frontenac web site (the Frontenac sank up the lake off Farley's Point which
is south of Union Springs and north of Levanna and Aurora):
http://vintageviews.org/vv-ny/AE/cards/c013.html
Learning all kinds of home-town info today!
-----Original Message-----
From: Ruth Barton [mailto:[log in to unmask]]
Sent: Tuesday, March 25, 2003 11:46 AM
To: [log in to unmask]
Subject: Re: Barton Blues
But no one has yet answered my initial question. Where, geographically
was/is this camp located, and who was the BARTON for whom it was named?
Ruth
At 10:18 PM -0800 3/24/03, Cuyler Page wrote:
Order of the Arrow wing ding was great,
The year of my initiation, the midnight event got completely out of hand
and the upperclassmen who were initiating us turned it into an all
night screaming torture session, moving through the woods faster than the
counsellors (who were wimps compared to the "big boys"), thinking that it
should be like the fraternity initiations they had heard about (but never
experienced), and the administration had a fit and put all the group
members on probation, saying that we initiates should have known better
than to go along with it (while we were blindfolded and being beaten), with
stern lectures being given to the whole camp forced to stand at perfect
attention because the drill master shouted so loud and they talked a lot
about how the Order was supposed to be a dignified thing with an ancient
history of noble Indians and now it had been insulted, yada yada
yada......The next event was very very dignified. No Indians in sight.
the old hotel, subject of many scary stories and home of many rats.
In my time (how possessive we can be about time), the Hotel was the
administrative centre with offices upstairs (even the camper selected
Officer of the Day had an office he shared with the Bugler) (did I spell
that right?) and a store downstairs that made use of the old hotel bar
counter. If you had a little money on deposit there, you could go buy a
candy bar in the evening. The money was deposited on your arrival,
limiting the amount you could spend during the week. I often dreamed of
what terrible cheating event in the tents must have led to the setting up
of that system. On the other hand, it did make you aware of living within
your means. The down sided was that you were locked in for a week with no
hope of improving your situation. Perhaps that was supposed to be a life
lesson too. Everything seemed to be intended as a life lesson.
cp still broke in bc
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Ruth Barton
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Westminster, VT
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