One day a lovely old man showed up on our doorstep at camp and came bearing gifts: some fantastic old footage of his childhood spent at camp. His copy was a VHS of a super 8 transfer, that we had to load in (needless to say its a bit small) but never mind, we were still grateful beyond words.
He wants to remain anonymous, but we thank him for finding us and sharing his stories. Including recalling the time some neighborhood cows broke out and roamed over to the hotel, how his family enjoyed game nights in the lodge, and dinners at the old restaurant.
What we wouldnt give to have seen it back in the day. Check it out