| The famous Monkey Bridge, from a San Diego State faculty picnic to Cuyamaca in May, 1953. On the nearer raft are my sister, Margaret '59 (and Lab School '53) and her lab school classmate Jay Hunter (I don't know what high school he went to). On the raft farther back is Fred Schrupp (Hoover), older brother of Jim Schrupp '61 (another CLS kid). On the Monkey Bridge is Esther Gjerde, wife of Clayton Gjerde (a professor in the Education Department at State) AND mother of Kris Gjerde Flynn '64 (yet another CLS kid). My sister had identified people on the back of the photo in her organized fashion, otherwise I'd not have known who was whom -- Bob Richardson '61 |
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| Hadn't heard of or thought of Camp Cuyamaca in decades. What an amazing tribute. I remember 3 things: 1. I was homesick and even wrote letters home; What? We were gone all of 5-7 days? !!!:) 2. When a carton of milk was emptied at camp dinners, we placed it on its side and called it a "Dead Cow!" Why would one remember this at age 63 from an experience at 12? :) go figure. 3. I REALLY learned what manzanita was. Picked branches, carved it, made spears and stakes. To this day, I know my manzanita, whether it be in Utah, Oregon, or any western location. God Bless Camp Cuyamaca!!! Lyn Laurie Gillis Parker ‘65
Oh My God!! I SO remember the monkey bridge at Cuyamaca! Our 6th grade class at Oak Park Elementary spent a week at Cuyamaca in 1968. Seeing this photo brings a smile to my face -- Eileen Baumgarten Gaudette ‘74
I still remember the song about the monkey bridge at Camp Cuyamaca
-- Mary Gale Rogers ‘67 -
Walking on the monkey bridge,
We do it every day.
Get to the middle and jump up and down
And swim the rest of the way.
Oh, 1-2-3, 1-2-3,
Come and sing this song with me
I had the privilege of attending 6th grade camp at Palomar and 8th grade camp at Cuyamaca – Barbara Bright Wilder ‘62
There was also a thing called Patrol Boy Camp. Yes, in the‘’50s they were all boys. It was up on Mt Palomar and a really fun time too. I was lucky enough to go in '55 or '56 -- Don Tineo '63
Having great memories of 6th grade camp today. My grandson Finnigan is a 6th grader at Pacific Beach Middle School and left today (9-21-10) for 6th grade camp. My daughter Carolyn and her husband John are very excited for him. I hope he has as much fun as I did. It was my first time away from home and my parents were homebodies, so we never went anywhere -- Kathy O'Connor ‘63
I was not only a camper in the 6th grade (Camp Palomar), but later in 1963 became a camp counselor (camp teacher) at Cuyamaca -- part of a year-long internship as a recreation major at SDSU. We also taught “outdoor education” to campers at Camp Marston in Julian. The program was about to be dropped some years ago, but because of the vision of Denver Fox, the original creator of the school camp program, it survived through funding by the outdoor education foundation -- David Sleet’61
Just between you and I, the only thing I remember about 6th grade camp was not going "big potty" for the whole week, 'cuz I didn't want to sit on those toilets. Talk about a tummy ache – (Name witheld out of consideration)
I attended Camp Cuyamaca in 1958 or '59. I'd have to do the math. As coincidence would have it, I will be camping in Descanso, down the road, that day but I think I'd rather hang out at the campgrounds and hike with my daughter and granddaughter – Jude Spatz Mathis ’65
My fondest memory was this camp in 1960. My dad paid $45.00 for me to go Years later I became director of a similar program (day use only) in the Pensacola school district in Florida. I’m glad to learn the program is still going strong. The program had a great influence on my life -- Daniel Freeman ‘67
I hadn't heard or thought of Camp Cuyamaca in decades. I remember three things:
1. I was homesick and even wrote letters home; What? We were gone all of 5-7 days? !!!
2. When a carton of milk was emptied at camp dinners, we placed it on its side and called it a "Dead Cow!" Why would one remember this at age 63 from an experience at 12? Go figure!
3. I REALLY learned what Manzanita was. I picked branches, carved it, made spears and stakes. To this day, I know my Manzanita, whether it be in Utah, Oregon, or any western location. God Bless Camp Cuyamaca!!! Lyn "Laurie" Gillis Parker ‘65
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