Wherein We Break Free From Long Title Posts

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I'm back home where I can return to my regularly scheduled blogging program.

That means, no more long title, pictureless, posts.

At least until the spirit moves and I decide to do another one. I'm thinking of starting a linky party of nothing but long title posts - - - would YOU play??

Keetha and Pam

Only this isn't SISTER PAM.

This is Pam-who-was-10-when-I-was-5-Pam.

Pam worked in the serving line in the dining hall at camp. On the very first lunch she heard someone say my name. She turned to Julie, who was serving beside her and who I've known for a long time, and said, "Keetha? I've only ever known ONE Keetha and she was our pastor's daughter when I was a little girl."

Julie, knowing I had grown up in Wisconsin and that my dad was a pastor said, "You better ask her, that may well be she!"

And so - - - THIS Pam and Keetha were reunited after 52 years!!!!

How fun is THAT?

"First and Second Mark"
Or so they dubbed themselves.

First Mark is a pastor from Superior, Wisconsin, who runs the snack shop at camp.

Second Mark is really Marcus, but they put the wrong name on his name tag. He came to camp with me to be a counselor.

Not sure why they are looking skyward - - - trying to look holy I guess.


This building housed the snack shop on the left end of the picture with my cabin being the next door to the right.

Invariably, when I was returning to the cabin - - - especially in the middle of the night after a PR (potty run) - - - I would try to enter the locked snack shop door.

So - - - First Mark put a sign on the door just for me.

Here, let me give you a closer look:


So helpful, that First Mark.

More camp news and views tomorrow for Sunday in My City.

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