I was rummaging around in the attic this afternoon looking for something and ran across a box that hadn’t been opened in years. Some of the findings will show up later, but we’ll start with this object.
Anybody who went to Boy Scout Camp Lewallen will recognize it as the tag you were assigned after you had taken a swim check to determine your ability. Before you could get into the water, you had to pair up with a buddy and move your tags from one side of the “buddy board” to the other. In addition, you had to stay within an arms-length of each other at all times. If the lifeguards blew their whistles for a “buddy check” you had to grab hands and hold them in the air so they could see if anyone was missing.
If I remember correctly, non-swimmers got tags that were plain, like this one; beginners had the top half filled in with red, and swimmers had red at the top and blue at the bottom.
Here’s a good piece on Boy Scout swim tests and how traumatic they were if they weren’t handled properly.
I wasn’t big on swimming
I clearly remember taking swimming lessons at the Capaha Pool when I was about 10. I knew from the moment that my skin touched that early June pool water that this boy was not cut out for any sport that requires you to crack the ice before you can participate in it. When I jumped into the pool, I ran across the surface of the water as long as I could, but eventually the laws of physics won. Shrinkages happened that I’m not sure have been reversed to this day.
Before the pool was built at Camp Lewallen, we swam in the St. Francis River. Surprisingly enough, maybe because the water was warm by mid-summer, I learned to swim there fairly quickly. A couple of summers later, I earned the Canoeing merit badge there. I was old enough that the counselors would let us check out the canoes to go fishing or exploring up and down the river. That was one of my favorite summers.
After the pool was built, I set as my summer goal winning my Mile Swim patch. When I got home from camp, Dad was a little perturbed that I hadn’t earned any merit badges. I told him that the Mile Swim meant more to me than any merit badge. It represented an achievement that not everybody could reach. It was sort of like the first time I rode a Century (100 miles in one day) on my bike. I wasn’t fast, but I finished.
I don’t know who the counselor is on the left, but the boy in the back on the right is Tom Mueller. The other boy might be Mike Fiehler.
I regret to inform you
Wife Lila and Sons Matt and Adam participated in a family triathlon in 2010. When I wrote a post about it, I recounted the tale of her shepherding a bunch of Boy Scouts qualifying for their Mile Swim badge.
She was in the water with the Scouts at the Sebastian Inlet down here in Florida when all of a sudden, this huge, dark object rolled over right in their path. She said could just see herself writing a packet of “I regret to inform you that your son was eaten by an alligator while in my charge” letters.
Fortunately, the large object turned out to be a harmless manatee, and all the boys completed their mile.
8 Replies to “Camp Lewallen Swim Tag”
Yep! Looks like you were a white swimmer! As I recall I was a white swimmer my first year at camp too. I will spend my 22nd year at summer camp this year.
My first summer camp at Lewallen, we didn’t get to swim or canoe. The River flooded.
I can’t believe anyone swam in the Sebastian Inlet! That is some treacherous water but spellbinding and beautiful.
Swimming The Mile in the pool was much harder than swimming a mile in a straight line; there were two ninety degree turns in one hundred fifty feet. I was a red/blue swimmer from the get-go; I had taken multiple years of swimming lessons at the Cape Pool from an early age.
I still have my buddy tag from my last summer at Lewallen.
Not only did you have to contend with having to deal with the reversals, but putting a bunch of kids in the pool meant you were fighting waves bouncing off the sides.
Maybe we should have gotten a Mile.5 patch for the extra work.
Camp Lewallan was a magic place that I looked forward to every summer for years. Troop 8, sponsored by Trinity Lutheran church, went every year. Kenny Enke was learning to play the ukulele and went on to be a long-time member of the Runaways. Played drums, not the uke. Are the Runaways still rockin’? I also learned to swim and canoe in the St. Francis river. Spent a great summer at Lewallan on the camp staff, managed to avoid the rampant poison ivy. As I recall, the food was designed to make ya miss mom’s cooking.
Scout camp was always fun. I did all my Boy Scout stuff in St. Charles MO, troop 354 prior to Cape (Eagle Scout ’64), so never went to Lewallen but heard many stories about it. For camp we went to Lions Den where it was rocky hills straight up and down and an ice cold pool and Camp May with reasonably level rolling hills with grass and a warm pool. Much better. Mile swim was a snap, just go slow.