Dear Hagan Campers, Counselors, Families and Friends, Thank you so much for including in the time capsule this description of our book, Folds to the Door: A Social History of Camp Hagan, Shawnee-on-Delaware, PA, 1937-1970. Although I am the author, I say “our” because this project is truly the result…
In the years since my “Camp Hagan Days,” I have spent many minutes and hours remembering all that was important to me about that time and place. The friendships, the joy of singing, the pure beauty of the setting, the awareness of God’s presence, the sense of belonging, looking up…
“Peace I ask of thee of river, peace, peace, peace. When I learn to live serenely, cares will cease.” I LOVE the water. Really. There is nothing more relaxing than watching the movement of water, albeit a current hurrying along its way, waves rippling across a sparkling surface, a boat…
I attended Camp Hagan in the 1960’s above the banks of the Delaware River, nestled in the Pocono Mountains in Shawnee, Pennsylvania. Hagan was one of three camps along the river operated by the Lutheran Ministries. For two months every summer since the late 1930’s, girls enjoyed the beauty of…
About a quarter of a mile before Camp Hagan, there is this amazing bend in the road where the sun slants diagonally down through the trees and the sense of enchantment captures my entire being. No matter how overgrown and wild this place has become, this is my marker. It…
As I reflect on my years as a “Hagan Hag,” I realize how fortunate I was that my parents saw fit to send me, an only child, to Hagan. I may be wrong, but I believe I may be the oldest living former camper! I was a first time camper…
“Two ravens sit on Odin’s shoulders and bring him the news they hear and see. Their names are Thought and Memory. Odin sends them out with each dawn to fly over the world, in order that he may learn everything that happens. Always he fears that the raven named Thought…
An Array of Treasured Thoughts and Memories of One’s Hagan Inner Experience! Glowing faces in thought surrounding the bright flames of a campfire, embers releasing a softness! Sensing gentle breezes through the trees during Vespers – listening to the motions of leaves! Giggles and laughter everywhere, throughout the day, everyday!…
Camp Hagan ~ The Flood of 1955 – I was the Counselor of Senior #7 1955 was a pivotal time in my life. In the spring of 1955, my mother called me at Bucknell University where I was a sophomore. Our minister, Rev. Wohlsen, asked her if she thought I…
A HAGAN REMEMBRANCE There is a place that we hold dear, it’s not too far, it’s just down the road from here. Each summer along the Delaware, our parents sent us, they thought, to get some fresh air. But, oh, we gained so much more than that, and now it’s…