2013 FDL, a reflection in 10 parts harmony*
POSTED 10.22.13 Blog

There was a moment this summer when amidst what would turn out to be a relatively normal scene in the Farmhouse, I turned, I think just to the room in general, and stated that nothing in my life had prepared me to live there. You see, for all my years at all girls camps, I was raised in an environment of men.  I have two older brothers and very progressive parents; I wore my brothers’ old clothes, played with all the same toys, and settled arguments the way that they did. With this foundation, I tended to have mostly male friends. I didn’t really get a crash course in full-on girl friendship until middle school and then there was a pretty intense learning curve. But I figured it out or at least, I thought I had figured it out until the Farmhouse.

The Farmhouse was never what I was expecting in a really wonderful way. Somehow, it never really settled into predictable patterns; you could know what to expect from each person there but never quite get a handle on how that was all going to translate to what actually was happening in the house. We are all working and trying to get the insane minutia of things that have to get done each day done but Lady Tierney is in her room on the computer working, writing her program report, watching Mommie Dearest and wearing a debutante gown from the costume closet. This is not a farfetched example to prove my point; I have evidence:

The thing about this picture is that when I walked past this scene, I was not in the least bit thrown. It wasn’t that this was something that happened often; although, costumes are always appropriate at camp. It’s more that the environment that FDL creates. The learning curve that I experienced in middle school was, I imagine, the same one that most people got. But the refresher course that the Farmhouse provided was one more geared towards not really questioning the people around you, even when they are in formal wear at 10:30 in the morning. By giving people the space to follow whatever whim might occur to them, camp allows us to really get to know each other in a complete and honest way.

It’s one of the things that I love about camp. We talk a lot about all the benefits there are for campers and the life lessons they can learn here; I think we might forget or overlook the fact that we, as adults, are still capable of getting some of that, too.

– Lady Sarena

* this will be a running thread throughout the year. Think of it as an attempt at sharing everything that this summer encompassed.