|One of the children's cabins from 1930s|
|Water tower with 1937 in stone mosaic|
|Remembering the Sisters who supervised the camp|
But there’s another reason why I’m drawn to Camp Morton. It’s the religious over-tone. I spent childhood summers going to a religious camp and know it’s a perfect place to build friendships, make music and create memories. It’s also a place where vulnerable young people can fall prey to manipulative elders with sometimes soul-sucking intentions.
Perhaps the Fresh Air camps on Lake Winnipeg were only places of healthy recreation. But I can’t help but wonder about those children in the 1930s. Sometimes I think I hear their ghosts calling me. But it’s probably just the wind in the poplars, or the crashing waves. Or just me, casting my own shadow on the past.
|Stone fence on perimeter|