Why do it? Why does this site now exist?
Someone asked me once why I am doing this. At the time, I had just begun scanning and trasncribing the sheets to electronic media. If you do a quick google search on Lingo and the Adventure Trails Camp, you can find all sorts of writings on T.D. Lingo and the Dormant Brain Research; and the Adventure Trails
Research and Development Laboratories but nothing can be found on the Adventure Trails Camp (other than a passing mention on a site about the Dormant Brain Research.)
All that seems to be left, other than my own recollections, is a handful of mimeographed pages stored for 50 years in my own suitcases and cardboard boxes which depicted (in an odd sort of way) the day to day life at that camp. I decided that these old and brittle mimeographed papers I had needed to be published if for no other reason than for myself. It needed to have it's place on the 'net and people need to see the other side of the man many call a leader in Dormant Brain Research. The man who would take time from his afternoon writing to play war with a group of kids using sticks for guns, hiding out among the Aspen on the side of Laughing Coyote Mountain.
We needed to have a place where this place, this camp, can again exist. The place that taught an 8 yr old to appreciate Henry David Thoreau's Walden Pond, a good campfire, songs sung with friends and sunsets watched in silence. A place which allowed me, in particular, to find some assemblage of self, a self image I can ascribe to, and the belief that whatever I did, it was always for my own greater good.
All that seems to be left, other than my own recollections, is a handful of mimeographed pages stored for 50 years in my own suitcases and cardboard boxes which depicted (in an odd sort of way) the day to day life at that camp. I decided that these old and brittle mimeographed papers I had needed to be published if for no other reason than for myself. It needed to have it's place on the 'net and people need to see the other side of the man many call a leader in Dormant Brain Research. The man who would take time from his afternoon writing to play war with a group of kids using sticks for guns, hiding out among the Aspen on the side of Laughing Coyote Mountain.
We needed to have a place where this place, this camp, can again exist. The place that taught an 8 yr old to appreciate Henry David Thoreau's Walden Pond, a good campfire, songs sung with friends and sunsets watched in silence. A place which allowed me, in particular, to find some assemblage of self, a self image I can ascribe to, and the belief that whatever I did, it was always for my own greater good.
Someday, I know that someone else somewhere may want to see these again, so they are here for your enjoyment and edification. As the project grows, I may find a way to add comments and photos which I'm hoping someone somewhere can supply.
If you wish to add a story, a photo or just a thought, please feel free to comment, or write me directly at
Marvinator2003@yahoo.com
Hexer (Pebbles on the Rock)
If you wish to add a story, a photo or just a thought, please feel free to comment, or write me directly at
Marvinator2003@yahoo.com
Hexer (Pebbles on the Rock)
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