COMING SOON: Swago-Swatonah Reunion

All Ages, April 21, 2012
For information and to join 

the mailing list, click on

http://tinyurl.com/SwReun
--OR-- 

Send an email to:  

ssreunion2012@gmail.com

This will be the biggest Swago-Swatonah 

reunion ever and is going to be a great 

event taking place in NYC.

Swago/Swatonah Available on Ebay

Your youth, your memories, your childhood and your bunk plaques are now for sale on EBAY!
Click on "Swago/Swatonah Available on Ebay" above to bid.
I do not know the seller.




Description
CAMP SWATONAH - DAMASCUS PA * CAMP/ACTIVITY PHOTO PORTFOLIO
THIS COMPREHENSIVE PHOTO ALBUM (COVER EMBOSSED "CAMP SWATONAH") CONTAINS 83 PAGED PHOTOGRAPHS DEPICTING BUILDINGS/GROUNDS AND ALL CAMP ACTIVITIES IN DETAIL (SWIMING; SKIING; BOATING; TENNIS; BASEBALL; SOCCER; VOLLEYBALL; GYMNASTICS; DANCE; FENCING; HOCKEY; BASKETBALL; GOLF; ARTS & CRAFTS; NATURE; HAYRIDE AND MUCH MUCH MORE.)
LUCKY WINNING BID ALSO RECEIVE CAMP SWATONAH STICKER AND BUNK PLAQUE AS SHOWN IN PHOTO.
LAST OF IT'S KIND.

Spend your Summer at Camp Swago

Sagamore Surfs the Net

Chief Sagamore has become quite proficient in surfing the web. After searching many categories including "barely legal squaws" among others, it occured to me to see what results come from searching for the homeland.

Here are some of the more interesting links, enjoy:
1) This blog claims among others things that both Tony Blair & Sting were Swago counselors.
http://swagoswatonah.blogspot.com/


2) Kids Camp message board, includes many posts from Swago & Swatonah Alumni.
http://qa.kidscamps.com/cgi-bin/kids-chat-all2.cgi/message/2/366/1?user=&email=&depth=3&detail=description&lastread=7


3) There are several pictures of the ruins that are now both camps
http://www.albertjwinn.com/SummerJoinsPast.htm

4) Chewy Lerman's Home Page- look under links

Swago Road

She remains. Pristine, Breath taking. Even more beautiful in the winter. The contrasts greater. The red Pennsylvania clay against the backdrop of freshly fallen snow. The deep green of the pines, waving slowly above their brown trunks, pressed against the bright blue sky.
The sting of a cold breeze rushing over the hillside, there is no "camp" smell, not now, there is no camp sound, just the whistling of the racing wind. It's noisy for a place with no living creature stirring.
My heart beats faster as I walk through the umbrella of pine, along a path that I've walked so many times before. It's been a while, I once promised never to come back here, and why should I? My camp has been neglected, beaten down. It had become painful to visit especially since I am unable to help. I come back because Swago is still there and as long as it is their is hope.
There is so much in life that comes and goes, yet Swago remains.
Despite all the obvious signs of neglect, she is still beautiful.