Yesterday, my mother and I drove Miss Tibia up to Freeport to spend the night at a hotel before registering her at the Russian Orthodox summer camp nearby. She will be staying for the first two weeks of the month-long camp; this is her first time away from home and we are excited for her. The camp is beautiful and the young counselors are themselves “graduates” of the program. The property itself is lush with trees and has a very nice lake for canoeing and swimming.
There is only one such camp in the United States, as far as I am aware, and one in Canada, so it’s very special that we live so close and also know so many people who volunteer there throughout the year. I hope Miss Tibia will use the stationery we sent her with; sweet homesick letters from camp are one of those special sweet joys that punctuate the steady demands of parenthood.
