Memories of the May 2003 Squamish Huntington�s Camp By John Penner ... continued from Page 3. When he went to wash up before supper he noticed an odd color on his face. His face was tender to touch and he knew he had burned a little, but this was the color blue. Was it burned that badly? You should have seen the look of surprise on his face. There were three drawings: a star on his forehead, a happy face on the lower cheek, and a heart on the upper cheek But no one from outside who had watched his face being painted had the courage to go into the washroom. How would John handle it? In his heart he did okay, but it took a while for the emotions to show the change in his face. Dean took credit for the face painting, but John should have known Dean did not have that much talent in art. Once Dean decided John would handle it okay, they found out it was really Kelly. She said it was payback time for locking the two girls out of the lunchroom once, and for having some water poured on her as well. I was trying to baptize her I think. What a gem she was. The face painting was still a highlight for John. The highlight for most had to be the banquet on Friday. There were so many special things that happened; it was a sacred time. In the afternoon most of them went over and helped with decorations. Some were blowing colorful balloons, but John still could not figure out how to tie the ends shut. He should have taken lessons from the girls. There were hanging strings. Other were decorating the walls with art paintings done this year. Every year the group did a Banner too. In the housing lodge just before the big event they all came in their Sunday Best. Us guys had an extra treat; it was like the old high school graduation as the gals had to come down the long staircase and we all did our �Oohs!� and �Ahs!� Did the whole bunch ever look spiffy. Or is it roses that come in bunches? These were every bit as sweet. �Go lovely Rose tell her that�s young and shuns to have her graces spied that hads�t thou sprung in deserts where no men abide thou must have un-commended died.� That poet�s rose had nothing on these lasses. It was a time to celebrate the good things in life. John danced better that night than he had in years. He still has a sore spot from when the two of them tried to break a balloon between them while they were dancing. Sorry for whoever that was. Continue reading here: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

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