About thirty miles east of Quiet Creek is a small community where Rusty grew up. Home Camp was named for the homey area where lumbermen returned after a long day of rugged work in the woods.
Rusty’s granddad moved his family there from the big city of DuBois in the 1920’s. Home Camp is the place Rusty’s Dad has lived eighty years grooming the land into golden fields of wheat, rich strips of alfalfa, and stately rows of corn. These grains supplement the pastured dairy cattle which out-number the human residents.
Last Saturday night neighbors answered Russ’s call to celebrate his eightieth on earth and his fifty-five years married to Nancy. One hundred and seventy-six folks swarmed the large barn yard bringing casseroles and desserts. They came to laugh, visit, dance, and rejoice on the beautiful autumn night. The campfire warmed their surroundings and their hands.
Seven local musicians picked, fiddled, and plucked overlooking the dance floor on top of the hay mow; the caller directed, as neighbor swung neighbor, brother escorted sister, and the littlest ones ran throughout the dance squares. Many visitors sat on the hay bales and grain sacks watching with delight.
Five years ago a barn dance occurred celebrating fifty years of joyful marriage. Russ and Nancy’s friends and family were hungry for another shindig, never thinking that this one would top the last.
Home Camp holds a warm place in our hearts having been the spot of our wedding fourteen years ago, and the birth place of Rusty fifty years back. We stop and visit there as much as we can. We are blessed to have such a place that values true community. We can’t wait to doe-see-doe and promenade with down-to-earth folk.
Rusty’s granddad moved his family there from the big city of DuBois in the 1920’s. Home Camp is the place Rusty’s Dad has lived eighty years grooming the land into golden fields of wheat, rich strips of alfalfa, and stately rows of corn. These grains supplement the pastured dairy cattle which out-number the human residents.
Last Saturday night neighbors answered Russ’s call to celebrate his eightieth on earth and his fifty-five years married to Nancy. One hundred and seventy-six folks swarmed the large barn yard bringing casseroles and desserts. They came to laugh, visit, dance, and rejoice on the beautiful autumn night. The campfire warmed their surroundings and their hands.
Seven local musicians picked, fiddled, and plucked overlooking the dance floor on top of the hay mow; the caller directed, as neighbor swung neighbor, brother escorted sister, and the littlest ones ran throughout the dance squares. Many visitors sat on the hay bales and grain sacks watching with delight.
Five years ago a barn dance occurred celebrating fifty years of joyful marriage. Russ and Nancy’s friends and family were hungry for another shindig, never thinking that this one would top the last.
Home Camp holds a warm place in our hearts having been the spot of our wedding fourteen years ago, and the birth place of Rusty fifty years back. We stop and visit there as much as we can. We are blessed to have such a place that values true community. We can’t wait to doe-see-doe and promenade with down-to-earth folk.
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