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I attended Camp Roosevelt over two summers in the early '50s. I remember that hall. Mixed up and drank lots of "bug juice." Our campsite was at the top of a cliff, and we rode out a hurricane that came up the Bay (Hazel, I think).
I live not too far from there. And yes, it is now overpriced McMansions on the Bay. Reminds me of my Boy Scout days. No AC, plenty of bugs, and lopsided hutches.
On July 9, 1925, the high in Baltimore was 94 degrees with a low of 72. In Washington the high was 92 and the low 73. If scout uniforms had any wool in them, there are some unhappy campers in this shot.
Is that building as lopsided as it looks in this photo?
It doesn't even look safe to be in.
[Isn't it funny how the trees are also tilted. What a mystery! - Dave]
I'm trying to figure out what the shorter boy, second row, center right, is cradling in his arm. The boy beside him appears to be trying to pet it. Dog or cat presumably, but these are boys in the woods — who know what they'd find?
[Woof. - Dave]
Camp Roosevelt was about 8 miles south of Chesapeake Beach. In the late 1970s the D.C. area Scout Council needed money, and sold Camp Roosevelt to real estate developers. The name was preserved, but it is now a very posh subdivision of large homes, many with views of Chesapeake Bay.
Aside from age, they're mostly scowling, tow-headed, sunburned, and bug-bitten. Not a set of rabbit ears or an "ethnic" face in the lot.
I hope the troop leaders haven't passed out the carpentry merit badges yet.
Except for the occasional sailor cap, Those guys look almost exactly like the kids I went to Scout camp with 50 years later. We didn't have such a nifty radio shack though. Then again our scoutmasters and camp counselors didn't wear bow ties either!
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