A note from Bo Wakefield – Kieve Staff ’53 & ‘54 To Henry Kennedy –Director . It is a long way back to a Kieve and a Maine summertime ! Yes – Sure I remember Aunt Harriet; and Mr. Stokeinger as camp director . (I was a tackle/ linebacker on the N&G undefeated football team that whipped ‘Stoky’s’ Milton Academy
Category: Alumni Stories & History
I came to the hilltop a shy, “husky” boy just a few days short of my 12th birthday with 17 armpit hairs and a busted up leg to my name. Knowing nothing and no one when I arrived, I walked to South Harris from my first meal at Pasquaney. While passing Innisfree, a man asked if I was Teddy Cooke.
I know who you are. Whether you opened this book (the new “90th” book due out this summer) and immediately sought out the section devoted to the ’90s and 2000s, or you read every page up to this point and my “I know who you are” opening has now led you to reconsider why you set out on this course
A Long Voyage Memory Tony Ryan, Kieve ’47, ‘48 I have a quibble with the identification of the photo on page 10 of the recent issue of K-W News. I attended Kieve in the years 1946 and 1947 and remember that at the time there were two series of overnight canoe trips during each camp summer. The first were more
Fond Memories of KIEVE – Bob Bishop Kieve ’49-’52, Kieve Staff ’59-‘78 (photos from his staff years in the ’60’s) We did not discuss courage, perseverance, and loyalty even during the campfires of song and well-told story, not even during the serenity of chapel. But we learned these values – soaked them up – during our young Kieve summers that we
A couple of Kieve stories and memories from William M. (Bill) Walker II (Kieve ’50 – ’56) My father, Shelby S. Walker, attended Kieve in its first year, 1926. Subsequently, he was responsible for introducing “Uncle Don” to his older sister, Harriet, and she married Uncle Don in 1929. But this is the story of my father travelling from Birmingham,
In 1925, two years after graduating from Princeton, he was able to cobble together a little money to buy about 500 acres and 3 ½ miles of shoreline from several farm families and one defrocked Episcopalian minister who had exceeded his bounds as a missionary in Japan. In those days the land had remarkably little monetary value, but the farmers’