Thursday, February 22, 2007

Camp Shawondossee (North Muskegon, MI)

Name: Camp Shawondossee (no longer a BSA camp, now Duck Lake State Park)

Council: Grand Valley Council

Location: North Muskegon, Michigan (Muskegon County)

Website: http://www.atcoflexinc.com/~jgraska/page6.html

Notes: Camp where President Gerald Ford was on staff.

Patch Available to Purchase: YES

3 comments:

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Anonymous said...

Spent lots of time at Camp Shawandosee. Learned a lot and developed skills still used 60 years later. Would like to know if the camp ever owned a duck boat. Seems to me they did.

Thomas E. Sagendorf said...

As a member of Scout Troop 234 in Grand Rapids, I attended Shawandosee the summers of '51 -'54. The summers of '55/'56 I served on the "Junior Staff" as Quartermaster and Bugler. Dale Miller was Camp Director. During that summer a Scout from neighboring Wobaningo (a Council from Chicago) was kidnapped while on a hike. The area was blanketed with police and Scouts from both camps organized to search the roadsides for evidence of the missing boy. All night a loud speaker (on some official vehicle cruising Wabaningo Road) calling "Peter Gorham where are you?" Over and Over. It was a very scary environment. Gorham was found dead in a wooded area after the camping season was over. A man named Herman Barmore was arrested for Gorham's murder. It was, for me, a rough summer, plagued by heavy homesickness. I repeated the same role the next summer, and, having grown up a lot, had a blast. During the summer of '63, as a seminarian, my wife, Judie, and I returned to Shawondossee. I was Protestant Chaplain and Camp Nurse Judie, a truly beautiful woman. It was a great summer with Jon Anderson, Chuck Foreman, Pat Connelly, Tom Fegley, Mike Knolton, and Dick Frudenberg, Camp Director. One of our greatest accomplishments was rebuilding the Camp Chapel into a truly holy environment--not for the impressiveness of what was said there but for the witness to the beauty of the earth. I have returned to the grounds of old Shawondossee three times and have been deeply moved by the beauty and the memories. "By the shores of Duck Lake's waters, lies Shawondosee. Nestled in her pines and hemlocks, camp we sing to thee..."