While hiking in the woods, we would retrieve the fungus that grows on dead and dying trees, the fungus we used to call "punk". What I picked up off that shelf was a small piece of punk that had the names of all who were at camp that day. That was our custom and it also was a record of who was at camp and on what day. Well that piece I picked up off the shelf today, was a record of who was there on October 3rd 1952 and yes, my name is on it. Back then, I was called Dicky. Here is a picture showing the names on the top:
And this one showing the names of my Grandpa and Grandma on the side:
The white part is the underneath part while it is growing. This last picture shows what it looks like from the top side. The side to the right was where it was attached to the host tree:
I surely did love that place and the wonderful people (relatives) who made it such a special enjoyable place. I hope you take the time to click on the link to my previous blog about the camp and I sure do want you all to have a great day, you hear?