David Greenhouse (New York City/London 94-00, 02) wrote in to say… “I really, really enjoyed reading the latest Keylog about the international presence at Nebagamon. Must have been a lot of work to put together, but it tells a story that resonates with me. I found that all the wonderful people from around the world that I met at camp enriched my life, made me more curious, and somehow showed me the path for me to go and live abroad myself. My son Wilbur was born on March 15, and he enjoys having camp songs sung to him, particularly “Mr Zip Zip Zip” and “All Night, All Day.” He may be a future camper (from the U.K. no less!) in a few years time.”
Niels Trolle (Denmark 69-73) sent a digital keylog of sorts to Nardie and Sally Stein, regarding his five summers at camp: “My summers in Nebagamon enable me, every night before ‘I close my eyes in sleep,’ to imagine myself going around in camp from the tent to the waterfront or to the upper hill, or to the Big House, or in Lake Nebagamon at the waterfront, picking an ice-cream cone at the Dairy Queen. I am grateful that I had the opportunity to take my wife Kirsten to camp one summer, that my son could spend two summers at camp, and that I could show camp to one of my daughters. The keylog is for almost 50 years of friendship across the Atlantic Ocean.”
Sally Lorber Stein wrote to share her fond memories of Ed Drolson (Lake Nebagamon/Minneapolis 53-65, 67-69, 72-74), who passed away in November: “To most camp alumni, 54849 means camp. For Ed Drolson, it also meant his hometown. I always felt that the Drolson family, especially Eddie, bridged whatever gap there might have been between the village and camp. Ed’s parents, Ludy and Evelyn, met on the Big House steps, and Ludy was the pos
tmaster of Lake Nebagamon for many years. The Drolsons were the first to invite the Lorbers into their home—and I remember musical evenings there, with each Drolson playing an instrument or singing. Ed and I were buddies. We learned to walk on stilts together (I have the picture to prove it). At Friday night roller skating in the village auditorium it was a treat to watch Eddie, the picture of grace, gliding in perfect timing to the music. He also was a great dancer (I loved to dance the polka with Ed). In 1953, Ed started what would be a 20-year run on the staff. He was a senior counselor, then a village push (Swamper and Axeman), and he finished his career at CNOC. One of the highlights for Ed was being chosen to be a counselor on camp’s See America Trip, and he reflected on that adventure throughout his life.”
“Ed and his family were at Nardie’s and my wedding—in fact his mother played the music. Then we welcomed Luise into our lives, just as Ed had welcomed Nardie, and the four of us were firm friends. Ed and Luise were fine parents who adored their children, Paul and Paula, and relished their time with their grandchildren. Ed was a fine and respected teacher. He liked helping children, as he did, winter and summer. He met people easily and readily made them feel welcome. He had courage, wit, and a fun sense of humor—and he loved telling tales of his early counseling years. Even after retirement, Ed relished any contact he had with camp, enjoyed coming to barbecues, and welcomed each new set of directors. Walking the grounds of camp at the beginning and end of each summer filled him with joy. Ed Drolson is gone and the village grieves with us. There is a hole in the atmosphere at 54849.”