Before the campers arrived this summer, Tranquillity opened its doors to Alumni over the June 18th weekend for an event descriptively called “Back 2 Tranquillity”. They may not have come from France & Spain & Germany, but Alum’s traveled from as far as Seattle (Bruce Gimplin), Florida (Lenny Klein), and Georgia (Julie & Nancy Seifert) to relive our camp routine for a few days.
The weekend started with Friday night Shabbat dinner for a few of the early birds, including Glen Faber (who organized the event), Lenny Klein, Cara & Stacy Glickman, and Tracy Lerner, who started a new TY tradition with delicious cinnamon bundt challahs. We were joined by Justin Petit and his family. Our host, Camp Director Richie Lerner, started the meal by chanting the Kiddush and leading us in the motzei. We ate off the melamine plates (though the meat-meal blue have been replaced by green), and we knew we were back at Tranquillity. We sang the blessing after the meal as if we had done it the week before.
Like Woodstock, the crowds came up the hill in search of some peace, love and Tranquillity. Although it did rain on us, the Thruway didn’t have to close. Cheryl Schwartz greeted the aged campers as they arrived and signed in “the book” (thankfully, nobody was asked to weigh in). We congregated in the TY Playroom and on the porch where decades of TY photo albums were treasured as we reminisced. Despite the weather, our crowd grew to a respectable 35 or so.
Then it was on to the dining room for lunch-–Saturday afternoon, so it was fish, of course. Sherri Lerner led the table setters including Judith Coan and Cheryl. After the motzi, Richie welcomed us back to Tranquillity and brought us back into camp mode. Friends of Tranquillity President Alan Abramson also welcomed everyone, and was pleased to hear that all attendees who were not previously members were now Friends of Tranquillity. The meal was then served by our acting waiters, led by Andy Logan, Bob Wasserman, and Lenny Klein. The chocolate milk tasted a good as it ever did–you couldn’t even notice the change from whole milk to the less-unhealthy 2%. In case any of us had forgotten, there was a Corn Speech --Richie reminded us how to make corn bread and to chew our corn 32 times. And as is rote for the end of a Saturday afternoon meal, we heard the piano introduction to “We’re a Bunch of Campers” and we sang along to that classic along with other selections from the “Oh Me Oh My” songbook.
After lunch was a tour of Camp, from Junior House down to the Roost. Some girls reminisced about the slanted floors in what used to be Overlook, as the guys longingly recalled the showers under the Manse. Those who haven’t been to Camp in some time were impressed with the fabulous new Pearl C. Miller Athletic Center, the gorgeous new Hills houses, and the pools. But it was particularly special looking through the eyes of Larry Greenberg who hadn’t been to Camp since the 50’s and had never before seen the dining room--to him, it truly was the “New Dining Room”.
The rain stayed away long enough for an afternoon activity of Spell-It-Out. Led by Robin Faber, whistle in hand, and Director Richie, the group split up the alphabet and attempted to answer Camp trivia questions. Team captains included Harvey Benjamin and Dr. Larry Palevsky. One nuance to this weekend’s game-– bathroom substitutes were provided when players needed, well, a break. Sort of like seat savers. Through this event we learned that, no matter how many years you spent at TY, regardless of your education, vocation, or life experiences, it’s still difficult to spell out “WALDINGER”. Um, and “SING”.
The rain returned and Saturday late afternoon led to an impromptu ping-pong tournament on the TY House porch. Helen Weigand displayed her strategy of defense and consistency wiping out the entire girl’s camp including her former friend Ellen Gersen, who hasn’t spoken to her since (OK perhaps I made that last part up). Then she proudly beat up the boys. Until she was gracefully spanked by Scott Bloom, who displayed as much Noblesse Oblige on Helen as she had showed to the rest of us, including this writer (Sour grapes? Perhaps! ).
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