Sound the Call to Dear Old Interlochen by
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I spent six glorious, formative summers at the National Music Camp in Interlochen, Michigan. Founded in 1928 on an old logging camp, in a pine forest, between two lakes, it is the granddaddy of arts camps and was heaven on earth for me and like-minded friends. We waited all year to get there and not be misfits…to belong somewhere. I made the friends of a lifetime there.

I was a voice and drama major, though as an Intermediate taking Operetta (we performed Gilbert & Sullivan) I couldn’t be in the drama, so wasn’t accepted as a drama major my first summer in High School Division and had to patch various courses together to fill out my roster: Operetta, Chorus, Vocal Techniques, Dance, Costume Shop. I learned to iron that summer, a good life skill, never acquired by my mother. But I longed for the stage and got there the next summer.

We all adored Clarence “Dude” Stephenson, the director of Intermediate and HS Operetta for more than 50 years. At 88 years old, he and I remain in close touch. He no longer teaches, but has a summer cottage in Interlochen and returns each summer.  He memorized everyone’s name within the first few days of camp (there were about 125 kids in HS Operetta) and always paid attention to what everyone did on-stage. He somehow got the whole troop to move around and make sense of the movement. The featured photo is MIKADO in 1967. I am in blue just to the right of the blade of the axe with the “OH” expression. I am still in close touch with the fellow who played the Mikado (the Emperor of Japan). This is the most famous of the G&S Operetta’s. For the Mikado’s entrance, Dude had us enter from way off-stage after sunset with a sparkler procession, the Mikado was carried by several strong chorus members on a litter. Being the shortest person in the chorus, I led the front row of the procession. A stage hand stood just where we entered with a bucket of sand for our sparklers. The boy behind me forgot to deposit his, panicked, put it in the sleeve of kimono and nearly set himself on fire!

As young girls, we spent more time in our cabins and formed closer relationships with cabin mates and counselors. In High School Division, it was our classes that mattered and we bonded closely with others with similar interests. Those bonds remain strong to this day. Through the years I visited many times, I served six years on the National Alumni Board; with one friend I gave a half scholarship for Operetta, which we stopped when they stopped producing a full-lenghth operetta. Facebook allowed us to re-establish ties with others we’d lost touch with. Once one has been to Interlochen (rebranded Interlochen Arts Camp some years ago), there is a common link that is very strong, indeed.

 

Profile photo of Betsy Pfau Betsy Pfau
Retired from software sales long ago, two grown children. Theater major in college. Singer still, arts lover, involved in art museums locally (Greater Boston area). Originally from Detroit area.


Characterizations: been there, right on!, well written

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  1. Profile photo of Susan Susan says:

    Of all the skills I learned at camp, ironing was not among them! What a rare experience. Thanks so much for sharing.

  2. Profile photo of Suzy Suzy says:

    Betsy, it was great to read your impressions of NMC, a place that you and I shared. It obviously had a greater impact on you than it did on me (see discussion of NMC in my Summer Memories story), and I envy how glorious and formative it was for you. Now the strains of Sound the Call will probably be running through my head all week.

    • Profile photo of Betsy Pfau Betsy Pfau says:

      Suzy…what could be better than Sound the Call? Yes, NMC played a big role in my life and several of the friends I made there are friends for life. I count myself blessed to have such good friends from those days.

  3. Profile photo of Patricia Patricia says:

    Heaven on earth indeed–I wish I could have been there with you!

  4. Profile photo of John Zussman John Zussman says:

    Your story made me flash back—I also learned to iron for Interlochen! The boys’ uniforms were short-sleeved blue (or white on Sunday) cotton dress shirts—worn with stifling heavy navy long corduroy pants—and they looked awful unless they were ironed. So my mom, and my friend’s mom, gave us a pre-camp ironing tutorial! Haven’t thought about that in years. Thanks for sharing the critical role that camp played in your life.

    • Profile photo of Betsy Pfau Betsy Pfau says:

      Some little girl in the ’90s passed out from the heat and knickers gave way to shorts. Now knickers and heavy corduroy pants are only worn for concerts. The throw-back to the fashion garb worn when camp was created in 1928 has passed into legend.

  5. Profile photo of Marian Marian says:

    Loved this story, and it’s so inspiring that there was (is?) such a great arts camp. It’s especially cool that you kept in touch with all those campers!

    • Profile photo of Betsy Pfau Betsy Pfau says:

      Thanks, Marian. Yes, the camp still exists though it has changed a lot since my era. I used to visit, but haven’t been there in a long time. It is now a 6 week, instead of 8 week program. They no longer do a G&S Operetta, but they still concentrate on the arts and I’m sure the kids still love it. I am hoping to go back and visit next summer, as Dude (who I still am close to and love) will be 90 years old next year.

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