Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts

Sunday, July 16, 2017

Camp Nathanael - Why I Love This Place

A few weeks ago I brought my youngest to Camp Nathanael for a 1/2 week "Father-Son" camp.

Camp Nathanael means quite a lot to me because I was a camper for three years (1981-1983), a counselor (called "non-com") for two years (1984-85), and it truly set my moral compass in my youth that guides me yet today. This was my third father-son camp (I brought my oldest there twice about 10 years ago), and these weeks bring back so many memories of when I was there back in the 80's...

...but this blog isn't about those memories (I'll save those for another day)

I'd like to reflect on what I saw...

...through the photos I took...

...that make Camp Nathanael so unique, effective, and essential in preparing boys to become Christ-centered leaders in our world.


The Sign
...small and unassuming...but well cared for...


Just like Camp. There is so much love poured into this camp...it's not about how big or impressive or modern it can be...it's always focused on how to best serve the boys that will pass this sign...and take one step closer to becoming Jesus-believing leaders throughout their lives...wherever their journey takes them.


The Paths
...quiet, essential to connect one part of camp to another...





That's what happens on these paths. Campers become friends; quiet, meaningful (and gut-busting funny) conversations happen...connecting one growing young man with another to quickly become trusted friends.

What this doesn't show is the non-coms who are on grounds crew each week making sure the paths are clear even during the wildest weather.

Oh, and at night? These paths also turn into a delightful location for jump-scares when your non-coms are least expecting it! (not that I've ever done that :-)     )


The Cabins and Grounds
...rustic, lively, secluded...designed to create memories...





I first stepped foot on these grounds 36 years ago and now each year it's like I'm stepping back in time. I know there have been changes physically (some trees are gone/grown, some cabins are new, but most are still there!) but the spirit of this place is never ending: a wide open expanse to run, play, talk, study the Bible, share devotions, and learn how to become a young man with character.

I can't help but see what's just beyond the photo: the grounds crew, the fall/spring volunteers who wield their trade (for free) in support of this place.

Most important? The memories. Some are etched into the cabin walls (I found my etching "Greg H '81" in one cabin), some are shared between best friends that didn't know each other last week, and some are the epic 'telling the tale' to fellow cabin-mates of the day's adventures.


The Skills
...dangerous, engaging, challenging...FUN...






Life is full of danger, risks, challenges, and (hopefully) delightfully engaging moments. Camp prepares young men for just that. I LOVE that most every session starts with, "OK, you could die or get severely damaged today...so lets teach you how to do it right!".  Guns? yep...you could die. Rock climbing and rappelling? yep...you could die. Canoeing and Sailing? yep...you could die. Woodworking? Well, to quote the leader, "this saw here can really damage your finger...that saw there can cut your finger off before you feel any pain".

The reason I love this is that it prepares young men for the real world. There are countless things that could damage/kill/hurt them, but if they prepare, train, buddy-up, and proceed with confidence, they'll be successful. And if not? Most likely they'll have a belt sander burn to remind them for weeks that there are consequences for even the briefest moments of losing focus.


The Waterfront
...prepared, ready for adventure, awe-inspiring...





To me, the waterfront is a direct reflection of the non-coms that arrive 2 weeks before campers, prepare to guide, train, bond with, and lead campers to believe in Jesus.  I am in awe seeing these great young leaders dedicate a whole summer to make a difference in the campers (and dads) that engage in this waterfront.

These photos struck me because I love how peaceful the water looks, how majestic the steam rising around the docks look, how orderly the canoes are lined up...I love precision...

...yet, once the campers engage with the waterfront, it's not peaceful, not orderly, not precise...

...and that's where memories are made. That's where non-com leaders impact the lives of the campers...in the chaos. It's quite a lesson that while most of us like order and peace, it's only in the chaos and messy relationships are we truly going to make an impact for Jesus in this world.


The Board
...keeping everyone accounted for...


This camp, the non-coms, don't leave anyone behind. Just like this sign...we need to account for everyone, and if you look closely, you'll see this board requires campers to buddy up. The campers need to buddy-up as we engage in any of these activities. When campers want to swim in the deep end? They need a buddy. Sailing? Need a buddy. Yes it's impressive to sail on your own, but it's not safe, not as fun, and who are you going to impact? Nobody. You may impress someone but not make an impact on another.

This board...it teaches (forces) young men to buddy up, to depend on and help one another, even slow down while the other catches up. Will it make you look the most impressive? No. Will it make a life-long friend that you can impact (and who may impact you)?  Absolutely.


The Gazebo
...a great place to prepare to go fishing...


This is where all the staff and non-coms meet before breakfast for morning devotions. I think it's more than fitting that while this the place to find your rod and reel for the day's fishing, it's also where the staff arms the non-coms daily to have meaningful spiritual conversations with their campers...fishing for eternal outcomes.


The Bugle
...looks simple, requires a lot of effort, sets the tone


The bugle is what wakes us, notifies us for all meals and special events, and ends the day for us (lowers the flag)...it sets a great tone for the whole week. But lets be honest...it's the program director who's doing that...and while this responsibility may look simple, the program director requires an amazing amount of effort to be the 'face' of the camp to all the campers.

The program director sets the tone. I had the pleasure to watch this current program director for a few days, and he was up before anyone else so he could bugle the camp awake, he was always preparing for the next thing before the campers even knew it was nearing time, and he seemed to be always happy to be serving the camp.

What a great example...he sure set the tone for all the non-coms and campers to follow.

Oh, and this tone/behavior/sacrificial attitude has been here since I saw my first program director, Herb. Imagine...the work he put in back in the early 80's to show what it looks like to serve campers, non-coms has lasted all these years and has impacted 1000's of campers...I'm sure at the time he wasn't thinking of his legacy, just "how can I love and serve these young men today?"


The Moments
...fleeting yet remembered for years...




The smallest moments can be the most impactful. These create the memories that stay with a young man for years. Whether it's in the cabin, at the gun range, or on our "Monday Night Cookout" where we hike, find wood, make a fire, and create a delicious "hobo-meal" cooked over the coals....the non-coms and campers spend so much time together that inside the "Big Events", hundreds of micro-moments are what truly make camp spectacular.

It's not the "I shot guns" event, it's the micro-moments of a non-com teaching how to load a gun, fixing a jammed bullet, the "great shot" compliment...it's the non-com, who, when his team is "skins" in the "skins vs shirts" game,  comes up along side a self conscious middle-schooler and makes his day with, "I'm so glad I'm on your team...lets go get 'em".

For me, my hope is that these memories will trigger a young man's future action: "Oh yeah, I remember when I was really afraid to try, I found I could at Camp...especially when I had trusted friends and mentors guiding me....and now I'm prepared for new challenges and adventures all the time!"

As I said...I love Camp Nathanael.

...but not just the place...

...it's the leaders

...the spirit

...the attitude

...the love for God, campers, serving, adventure, mentoring, training, learning...

...most of all, I love Camp Nathanael because young men get to experience what it means to truly be a leader...and how we can impact the world if we trust Jesus deeply.

Friday, June 10, 2016

What The $*%&# Was I Thinking!?!

AAAARRRGGGHH!

I'm Pissed!

Yesterday (OK not yesterday...but I was too friggin' pissed off to compose myself enough to write this when I first saw the photo)...I was browsing my photos to find shots I wanted to share on my new Flickr account (while still an amateur, I'm loving the art of photography and want to post my favorites).

Then I came across this photo. (well, a screen shot from my iPad)

It stopped me in my tracks.

I instantly yelled, "YOU IDIOT!!!!"  then, "What the HELL where you THINKING!?!", then a version of "FRICK!"...but it rhymed with what I would utter now if someone asked what the %&$* I was thinking,....  "uuuhhhhh..."

You may recall I briefly mentioned this memory in my Prince Memories post, but quite frankly, I had forgotten the details.

And now they're staring back at me with Frickin' retina HD photo quality:

I HAD AMAAAAAAAZING TICKETS TO PRINCE IN 2012 AND I LET THEM GO!

Look...at...this:


Frick.

Worst of all? I let them go...see the bottom right corner???

TIME LEFT: 00:00  - I was actually WATCHING the timer go down...until I no longer had these tickets.

Dang-it-all-to-Frickerville!

Oh, and LOOK at the seats:  Section 111, Row 1, Seats 11-12.

ROW Fricking ONE!!!

In case you can't see it, here's a purple arrow pointing to the 2 seats I basically had in my hands...


...and I let them dissolve away.

Not feeling the impact yet?

LOOOOOOOOK!!

Ugh. I'm sick.

Now before you say, "Well, it was a Tuesday...in Chicago...it's a long drive, and you had kids to worry about".

One more thing:  LOOK AT THE DATE!!!

September 25, 2012.

Doesn't ring a bell? 

Well it does to us.

OUR WEDDING ANNIVERSARY IS THE 25TH OF SEPTEMBER!!!!

Frick!

....our 19th Wedding anniversary.  

Frick! Frick!

What the Frickety-Frick-Frack was I thinking?!?

"Hmm, what could I get my wife to show how much I love her? PRINCE TICKETS SO CLOSE TO THE GUITAR-SHAPED STAGE WE COULD SEE HIS SWEAT SPARKLE IN THE LIGHTS AND MAYBE CATCH A PURPLE GUITAR PICK??? 

Na, how about a night home watching the news?

FRICK!

I know at the time I'm sure I had a great excuse, but dang, right now it just screams:
  • You settled into mundaneness
  • You lost your sense of adventure
  • If it requires effort, you just let great experiences pass you buy
  • Your priorities are frackity-farckle-frick screwed up!

Ya, ya, I've had some great adventures since. But this rivals my biggest regret (a future blog...but I was in Verona for a week during a year-long world-wide Up With People tour) and was offered to travel to Rome for 24 hours for $100...and I declined because I didn't feel my budget could handle the extra expense...FRICK!!!  One Hundred Dollars? I blow through that in one night of Sushi...and I've STILL NOT BEEN. Of course now it will cost me at least $5,000)

AAAHHH!

And this ticket regret? It's not even like my Rome regret...Rome won't suddenly die...Rome hasn't given me years of joyous memories and emotions. I may even get to Rome and say, "This is crap...lets return to Dublin"...but I LOVE PRINCE CONCERTS!!! 

Unbelievable.

I'm sure I'll recover, and post something positive and "witty" in a future blog.

...but right now all I can say is...

I'M A FRICK FRICK FRACKITY-FRANGLE-FRICKER-FRICKFACE...

and if I have a message for me?

DON'T-MISS-ONCE-IN-A-LIFETIME-EXPEREINCES-BECAUSE-IT-REQUIRES-EFFORT!!!

Okay. I think I can settle down now.



...Frick...

Tuesday, May 17, 2016

Electric Word, Life

I was in Madrid when I heard the news. 

Instantly, among the emotions, were memories. 

Flooding back…lost in the years…lost in the business of life…blurred out by conservative views.

It’s been a while since the news hit, so by now it’s nearly irrelevant, but even if it’s just for my own benefit...

...here’s my journey with Prince...

First Listen
It was 1984. I was a rocker. I loved AC/DC, Van Halen, and all related guitar-luvin music. The first rock concert movie I saw was AC/DC’s “Let There Be Rock” at the Skyway theaters. Huge stack of speakers on each side of the screen…it as awesome!  My parents would have cringed if they knew Angus “mooned” the audience during a guitar solo. Oh, and we hated any music with “keyboards” (I know, later I learned piano and have been playing and composing since I was 16…life’s funny that way). We even contemplated boycotting Van Halen when “Jump” came out with…keyboards! Anyway, me and my brother were returning from a great weekend at our Grandpa’s lake home in Deerwood, MN. We were driving south past Lake Millacs, (past the big bass statue), and he said, “Take a listen to this”.

The song started.

Keyboards...

I was skeptical.

We were supposed to hate keyboards.

“…you can always see the sun…” The tension started to build…maybe not a complete waste of time...

“so when you call up that shrink in Beverly Hills…you know the one”...
 
….the drum beat kicked in...

My ears perked up…    “…this life, you’re on your own!"

Then the guitar.

That crunchy, slamming’, aggressive guitar...

This wasn’t some woosy little pop song. This was something different...

…and by “Punch a higher floor!”… when the wall o’ guitars slammed into synth stabs...

I was hooked!

By “Take me away!” I was, well, taken away 😃

I’m not sure my brother knew what he started.

Of course 2 seconds after the song ended, a sweet drum fill …a full measure of drum fill…started the next song.

That was it. I found my favorite music.

Soon enough I discovered 1999, Controversy, Dirty Mind, Prince, For You…in that order. I wore those cassettes out and knew every song by heart.

On the plane back from Madrid, the memories continued to flood back...

... mowing my parents lawn screaming out Delirious … and my dad educating me that the lawn mower sound doesn’t drown out full-out singing.

… sneaking into the Wayzata movie theater (my friend worked there). While most would sneak in to eat the stale popcorn, we snuck in to ‘air jam’ and mimic the choreography to our favorite songs…of course I chose “I would die for You” and “Baby I’m a Star”.

…choosing a guitar teacher partly because he was cool looking and an amazing player, but also because he auditioned for Prince’s band. (Reynold Philipsek…still releasing amazing records)

…trying to convince my mom that Prince was a shy, wholesome performer who sang about God…while turning down “Erotic City"

...Learning to play guitar and the first song I learned was, yep, a Prince song.

…writing my first song (on a woefully out of tune guitar) which was the first a-ha moment that I could not only compose music of my own, but could explore all kinds of recording techniques (like high-speed guitar), layering vocals, and playing all instruments myself.

Take a listen to "U Drive Me Insane" below...

Interestingly, as I listen to that first attempt at the whole "produced, arranged, composed, and performed by Greg Hintermeister", I can't believe how fearless I was. I knew I wasn't the most talented, but Prince's music taught me how to strive for interesting music...I wasn't a good vocalist, but still didn't stop me from layering vocals with multiple parts.

...also all on a little 4 track cassette recorder. Crazy. And, I have to say, a few I still love listening to (take a peek at "The Rock", and "In Jesus Name")

Here's a collection from 1985-1987 I now call, "Was Gonna Be A Star":


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…and then I remember the day the local KDWB radio station had a “Purple Rain Tour” contest.  

I called in and amazingly won 2 tickets to see Prince! I was so excited…literally flopping on the ground. I asked a friend of mine if he wanted to go because my parents would NOT approve of me going…we were a very conservative family. But that wouldn’t stop me. The day of the concert came, and I was PUMPED...

…and then my friend called. my Mom answered. “Hey, can you tell Greg we’ll pick him up at 7 for the Prince concert!"

…They were not happy. Although at this point, I’m not sure if they were mad about the concert or the fact I lied that I was just going to a friends house for the night.

I was grounded. I was so mad at my friend for leaving the message that I sold the tickets to a friend of my brothers. Then he was mad at me, and I don’t think we talked again.

Maybe because of that disappointment, I was driven to immerse myself in the Prince experience.

…and it filled my life...

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At some point it became an obsession. At the time I was an active member of a youth group, so just as Prince’s songs swung between God and sexuality, my inner Greg went along for the ride. This part is difficult to think through but it was a part of my Prince journey…not difficult as in embarrassing or regretful, but difficult because I’m not sure  what I think about the path I took.

I bought everything I could…including a mecca trip to Electric Fetus to get some rare 12” singles. I also frequented “Knut Koupee”, a music store frequented by Prince. One time I walked into the store only to hear a killer Prince-esque drum loop rolling. Flanger, phaser, the whole thing. Unfortunately it was just a worker, but Prince had been there, and I left with custom “Love God” guitar pics and “Love God” tambourines left over from his Purple Rain tour.

About that time I remember seeing a TV performance of Purple Rain tour (in late 1984?) and feeling so…happy! It’s like when I heard his music I would smile, jump around, feel invincible, and dream of the day that I would return to a high school reunion (I was in 9th grade) all famous and play my own cherished songs 😃   .

But, it wasn’t always good.

As a counselor at a church camp, I spent more time playing purple rain on piano in mess hall than helping kids

I influenced friends and family and watched how they started becoming obsessed as well as me. Funny how we can become so focused on someone we’ve never met.

I went to Knollwood to see “Under the Cherry Moon” opening night…and at the end of the show, at least as far as we could see, Prince himself ran down the isle and disappeared through the emergency exit. Was it really him? Who knows…no GPS nor Twitter at the time. But I think it was based on the reaction of the girls on the isle seats. Me? I became light-headed (I know…).  My friend shook me out of it and we quickly followed, but when we opened the emergency exit...

…nothing.

My favorite jam at the time? a b-side called “Irresistible Bitch”.

Eventually the conflict I felt inside by being a Jesus-follower and a Prince fan came to a head. I really didn’t know what to do, and my youth pastor suggested…to burn all my Prince material. WHAT?!? That’s crazy! burn everything. How extreme.

But, in the end, I did. 

And you know what? It hurt! (so maybe it was a good decision?) Was it ridiculous? Maybe. I don’t know. I did feel I was putting my love of Prince before faith and obedience. Some day I’ll look back and study the details…so…into the wood-burning furnace it went…the 12” singles, rare photos, albums, I was OK until the inside LP cover of Purple Rain (the girl drawing) was ripped and thrown in…


...I felt that pain deep inside.

That was probably 1986, and for a few years I focused on music from the young Christian scene. (White Heart, Michael W. Smith, Stryper)

In 1989 the movie “Batman” came out…and of course the music was amazing. It was a way to get reconnected to Prince’s music in a “PG13” kind of way. While I loved “Batdance”, my favorite was “Trust”. I learned later that Jack Nicolson used Prince Music to energize himself so the new music had to have the same beat, and the same hits (sometime dissect Trust vs. Baby I’m A Star”).

In early 1990, the radio station “Cities 97” promoted an intimate concert at a now-defunct night club on highway 394 and 100 (just can’t remember the name!).  I called the venue and...

…I got tickets!  The concert was for May 2nd, 1990.

…My 21st birthday was May 15, 1990.

It was an “over 21 only” show.

My heart sank. I even walked up to the venue, met the manager, took a tour of the night club where Prince’s stage was all set up for the show that night…and I had to sell them. 13 days too young. (I know…Prince loved the number 13…irony or whatever)…I couldn’t believe I couldn’t see that show.

Soon after, Prince announced the Nude tour. Since I worked at Daytons I got tickets…waaay far away but I didn’t care. One day before the concert I walked by the ticket window and the gal said, “we have extra Prince tickets”. 16th row. SWEET! I sold the nose-bleed tickets to my brother and bought the good ones.

What a show. So great to hear all the great songs and see Prince live on stage.

About that time, Up With People called, and I was asked if I could travel a year early and play guitar around the world. 

“YES!!!!”  I said.  Here’s why. 

During the tour I met other Prince fans, and even met a gal that had the most sought after bootleg “The Black Album”. Awesome. In fact, most of the time in some foreign land, I was asked, “Where are you from?”.

I would say, “Minnesota”. 

Blank stare.

“Minneapolis”.

Eye sparked…, “AH, PRINCE!"

Yep. I guess he’s always been a part of my identity.

Of course life happens, and I focused on college, job, wife, kids.

I never did stop recording and composing. Here's a clip from a live theatre soundtrack...one of my favs from "Sleeping Beauty" I wrote in maybe 1997:


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Then, in 2006, Prince announced his Musicology tour. I got 2 tickets, great seats, and went with that same girl. He played 2 nights and the night we went, we were surprised with a new opening band...

…The Time!

What a treat!  We got to see Morris Day and all the rest do their thing. What a fantastic warm-up to Prince, who for that tour did a ton of hits, an acoustic set, and gave out free CDs to all ticket buyers.

Later I bought 2001's “The Rainbow Children”…my favorite of all (except for the dumb low-tuned vocal that appears now and then).  So funky and raw. Plus, with that record I realized his music was much more family-friendly. Mostly PG (or maybe PG-13). I loved listening to it!



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Now it’s 2016. I kinda followed his music, but since I was too cheap, I skipped buying more recent CDs (which required various online memberships). Recently I was curious if he was still touring and by dumb luck stumbled into Ticketmaster just as a concert in Chicago went on sale. I found 2 great seats, but having just returned from multiple work trips, I really didn’t want to deal with the travel logistics (6 hour drive, hotel, blah blah blah…) so I canceled the order.

I’m a little sick about that. I would click Order in a heartbeat now.

Now that he’s gone, I’ve been listening to all kinds of Prince playlists lately…from my own collection, the Current, and others. I’m so in awe of how much great music he released and how much good stuff there is.

Most of all I’m in awe of how he changed…from “Dirty Mind” to “The Last December” which is basically an alter call.

So what of all this?

I don’t know. I’m just grateful for his music…and have no regrets…regardless of the paths his music steered me. 

I think, in the end, his music helped me feel alive and connected.

...Alive.

...Connected.

...Fearless.

For that I’m thankful. 

…and to be honest, I think I need a little more of that “feel alive and connected” these days.

To celebrate his life...and mine, I think I'm gonna focus on two things:

1) Compose and record more often and be more fearless.

2) Embrace music...soak it in.

In fact, I think I’ll have to buy me a record player, some old Klipsch speakers, sit right in front of them...

…and turn it up...

...I feel more alive just thinking about it...

“…Dearly Beloved…"




Monday, September 28, 2015

Homecoming Ladies

Since my girls were 2, I have called them “Ladies”.

…when calling them for dinner, when referring to them in public, when walking through the door to greet them.

Why?

I never liked the sound of ‘the twins’…seemed a tad dehumanizing, and “kids” seemed to casual.

I think in my subconscious I wanted them to know that, at least to me, they are royalty...not queens that get everything they want, nope: Ladies…who deserve respect but still have to work hard and define their own journey. During these years of training, while I wanted to guide them in many ways, I wanted them to know at ALL TIMES they I respected them…that they deserve respect from others, and they should demand respect from anyone who dares court them or take interest in them.

…and what better way than to call each of them a Lady.

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This last weekend was their first homecoming weekend.

They wanted to go but they are new to the school so didn’t know anyone…

…so they took each other.

Over the past month while traveling I heard stories of how one got a dress, the other got a necklace, but it wasn’t until they came down ready for pictures that I realized how stunning they both are…

…and how truly proud of who they are turning out to be.

…and how truly not-ready I am for them to be launched into the world.



I took photos of each of them, and the camera betrayed me.

Whether it was the “magic hour” of lighting, or the “now all grown up” lens filter, I felt like I was shooting a fashion show with two familiar but wholly foreign young adults:

First Julia:




Then Renna



Then some together:


Once those were done we took some of us parents:

I think my goal was to show that we are still the adults and that they are still just children…

…but I think these photos reinforced is that the adults are just OLD and the children have grown into wonderful young Ladies.



After looking at these, I started to wonder, “What’s left for me to do?”

While the "make sure they’ve got clothes and food and a roof over their head" is checked off, I know I still have a few years to reinforce what being a Lady means.


  • Demanding respect
  • Confidence in your self, and your unique journey
  • Not letting anyone define you
  • Not letting your identity be subject to any boy/person/sport/job/event
  • Staying humble
  • That true happiness comes from genuine relationships with God and others, not things (although horses are things…and they make them quite happy…but maybe it’s the relationship they are creating with the horses…I’ll go with that)
  • Helping others
  • Putting others first

I’ve basically got 3 years left. I feel I’ve done OK so far, but time is fleeting…it’s time to double-down.

The most effective way? To model those traits in myself, to live in more moments, to not be defined by my job, but in my self and my unique journey, and possibly most importantly: in how I treat MY lady…so they know how a Lady is treated and not accept any less from anyone.

Here’s to life! It never stops changing, and my prayer is I can become a better me…

…if not for my own benefit, then for the benefit of my 3 Ladies.

Love you, Ladies.


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