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Tommy Abernathy (1961)
tommya51 at gmail dot com
fallen at ctiservicegroup dot com
Michael Antoskow (1976)
complete.exhibit at comcast dot net
Doug Armstrong (1974 or '75)
doug at ratio dot com
I live part time in NC and part time in the US Virgin Islands. This is mostly due to our family relationship with W.C. "Bill" Johnson who was lifelong friends with my father.
I had the pleasure of attending Sequoyah in 1974 or 75. Not sure what prompted me to look for the website but it brings back many great memories to see the old camp memorialized.
Sam Bateman (1955-61)
Many fond memories of 5-week summer sessions.
Michael Beasley (1962-66)
mbeasely6 at cox dot net
In the early 80's I was traveling the Blue Ridge
Parkway and saw a sign to Weaverville off the Parkway. I decided to take a
chance and drive down and see if I could find the camp I so dearly loved from my
younger years. I did find the camp and was able to drive in and walk around. It
was in surprisingly good shape at the time. I was able to find a few of the
cabins I stayed in and my name on the plaques, the memories were wonderfully
overwhelming as I walked around the camp.
I had been contacted at one point that the camp was trying to be revived but as we all know unfortunately that never happened. I also ran into Pop by chance at a restaurant in Asheville which was one of those unexplainable serendipity moments in life.
I can't begin to tell you how pleased I am to know the camp has been purchased and preserved. I was jealous I didn't know about and missed the 2012 and 2014 reunions and hope I can make the next one. I would love to help the new owners and alumni in their preservation efforts. Some of the best times and learning how to live and respect life and others were experienced at Camp Sequoyah. I would have gone to Tsali in 1967, but as we know it was closed after Chief passed away. Along with the passing of Chief, missing out on Tsali was one of the biggest disappointments of my life. I would have learned so much more about myself and how to live life to the fullest.
My thanks to everyone for the emails, stories and pictures being posted and I wish everyone that has known the joy of Camp Sequoyah the best life has to offer.
Kim Beaty (1960-67)
Debbeaty2 at aol dot com
Finding this site was the greatest gift I have received in years. Growing up at Sequoyah in the 60's was a wonderful experience for a young boy, especially one who had lost his father at such an early age. I sat at my desk and tears flowed as I was reminded of Chief, "Pop", the grounds, the hikes, the Chapel, Corbet Alexander, Peggy Touchstone, and of course Bald Knob. Thanks for putting this site together and please include me on all mailings, reunions, events, etc. I am not going to stay away so long again. I plan to visit this fall.
Malcolm Bell (1951-55)
mbell at virginia dot edu
I loved Sequoyah and often think about it -- especially the remarkable people whom Chief gathered together: the redoubtable Mrs. Wheeler, the indefatigable Pop Hollandsworth, Mr. and Mrs. Francis, Art Brooks, Paul Neal, C. S. Sherwood, and of course Uncle Mike.
Christopher Bellina (1977, 78)
toddbellina at yahoo dot com
Absolutely the best Summers of my youth.
Alfred R. Berkeley III (1954-65)
alfredberkeley at aol dot com
I think I went to Sequoyah about 4 or 5 years, starting in about 1954 or 1955; I then went to Tsali for 2 years, returned as he Tsali Aide for one year and then was a Tsali counselor for at least two years. Walter Graham, who is my age (1962), remembers these things far better than I. I remember finishing my last day as a Tsali counselor and going directly to USAF ROTC summer camp in Maine. I was far more fit that any one else in the Wing, and USAF survival school was a snap after 6 weeks at Tsali. I and a handful of farm boys were completely self-reliant and at home in the swamps and woods, while most of the other Cadets were city boys, in the boonies for the first time for many of them, and a bit scared of the dark. I was at home in the boonies with many years of Sequoyah an Tsali under my belt.
Of course, the real lessons of Tsali were about values and honor. I came to understand that courage rests on values and is unlikely to emerge without values. Without values, you are not likely to be courageous, or even to know what to be courageous about. That was Chiefs great gift to so many of us.
Bryan "Clarence" Berry (1976)
bry5050 at gmail dot com
Some friends and I from Wilson, NC got on a plane at RDU and flew into Ashville. The camp folks picked us up on a flat bed truck and loaded us, and some other boys on the truck like a herd of cattle. The truck was named "BIG GOLD" as I recall. Well it rained on us all the way to camp, but we were so excited that nobody cared. After realizing that I missed the cut-off age limit to get into the Cherokee tribe, I had to doctor the card on opening day to get in with my buddies. No way was I going to be a Chickasaw! HA! Along with canoe camp, one of the most memorable times that I had was a 50 mile hike in 5 days on the Appalachian Trail. My counselor was Jack Appleman of Maryland, and he was a great counselor to us boys. I ran across some camp letters from him that I will scan and send to you later. Anyway, did a little time in the infirmary with Gloria (Gladiola), who was rather "HOT". On discharge day, we didn't want to leave her!! Anybody remember standing under the waterfall and tying a bowline around their waste, running to Tsali, how cold the lake was at camp, and the hand made coaster that dumped us into the lake? Man, that was fun!! Busting your balls trying to log roll!? Smores at canoe camp? There was one kid in our cabin from Iceland that could put his whole fist in his mouth! That was crazy! I could go on and on!! Wilson, NC boys going to Sequoyah was a Summer trend for many years. So glad I was a part of the experience. Vance Young and I each got voted honor camper of our respective tribes that Summer. Undoubtedly, the best Summer of my childhood!!
Ladson "Laddie" Berry (1961-63)
berryrl at bellsouth dot net
Camp Sequoyah summers were some of the best I ever experienced. My first summer as a 9 year old was for two weeks. I cried when my parents came to take me home. The next summers' 5-week sessions flew by. Memories include - playing capture the flag in the dark, hiking up to Craggy Gardens, making Sassafras tea, digging up blood root and dyeing our underwear (came out pink!). Looking back, one of the most important pluses of my camp experience was the daily morning devotional time in the council ring. Thank you for this site.
Archie Biggs (1940s-50s)
wab3 at aol dot com
I wish I could remember the exact year but I attended Camp Sequoyah in the late 40's or early 50's. We took the train to Asheville on the Southern Railroad.
Bob Bishopric (1959)
bob.bishopric at gmail dot com
I was talking with my wife over dinner this evening about how whenever I have watermelon I am reminded of a long ago summer day at Camp Sequoyah. We had been on what seemed like a long hot horseback ride. The ride ended at a camping area with a spring house and waiting in the cold spring were many watermelons. Nothing has ever tasted so sweet and cool as that watermelon.
George Bishopric (1965-70)
Good to see the page!
Been posting some pictures to the Facebook page.
Eric Blackwell, M.D. (1960s)
sounddoc at aol dot com
So glad to find a Sequoyah "forum" online! I was at Sequoyah and Tsali in the 60's and a counselor, along with John Hidell, at Tsali with Taylor Dodson as Director. Hope to dig out some old slides to share... I think it was Mark Ramsing that wrote on a piece of foam which protected my hippie guitar "Don't fret when using your left hand"...
A photo of "Willie" Graham and other Tsali folk on the summit of Mount Sterling can be found at my web site: www.sounddoc.co/ericpix.html
Dick Booth(1963-67) rbooth at boothlawoffice dot com
Rick Box (1976-78)
Rob Box (1972-77)
boxcubed at comcast dot net
Great site - my brother pointed me to it.
Jim Bramlett (1958, 59)
bramlett.jim at gmail dot com
Looking forward to seeing ye olde camp once again at the 2012 reunion.
My father helped Chief and others build it back in the 20s and 30s, and it is truly a special place.
Individual names from my camp summers are hard to recall except for my wonderful cabin counselor Eustace Conway (Sr.).
Cabin 19 group in 1959.
I am in lower left. Rick Fuchs is behind me. Bruce
Thompson is lower right.
Counselor Eustace Conway is center top row back.
I am hoping other folks will help fill in the missing names.
Many years later I met and worked with Eustace, Jr. on several media projects at his amazing Turtle Island Preserve near Boone. Small world indeed! But Sequoyah summers hold many vivid memories of a magical time and place.
Ted Brewer (1958)
tlbrewer99 at hotmail dot com
I was just up at Weaverville looking at property off Pegg Rd. and started thinking about my Camp Sequoyah days. As best I remember, I was there in 1958. We camped once at the waterfall near Craggy Gardens. We rode the water roller coaster into the lake - the one I hated because of the early morning chilly swimming. Food was great. Fun crafts. Tetherball. Sliding down the rocks on a river. Rheems Creek? While there, one of the Camp Tsali councilors had an ax injury and had to be brought out to go to the hospital.
Charlie Bridgers (1960-62)
charliebridgers at yahoo dot comCamp is like hallowed ground -- I went back but didn't go into camp because of all the no trespassing signs ------
David N. Brown (1968-74) (Tsali 75)
davidbrown at nctv dot com
I had been told in 1978 that Camp Sequoyah had been purchased by a developer that intended to turn it into a mountain "neighborhood"...I could never go back and see the camp as a cluster home development....so I never did....I was in Asheville...in 2000...and drove out to the camp...expecting to see..."the Horror"...to my surprise....Sequoyah was waiting there with her arms wide open....we hugged and cried.......David Brown ..68-74...Tsali..75
Lloyd Brown (1948)
lloydb39 at bellsouth dot net
I was only 8 and it was my first long stay away from home, but I had a great time at camp, with archery, horseback riding and all the rest. But, damn, that lake was cold! Biggest memory was the overnight camp near the end of camp. A storm hit and we had to break camp and head for a log cabin, with whatever gear we could haul. I lost my pants in the confusion and the counselors made me wear a sweater upside down in lieu of pants on the march home. Quite a night.
Robert Brown (1970-72)
Baesopbrn at aol dot com
2nd generation camper
Gene Brugger (1975)
freekick at fuse dot net
Carter B. Bryan (c.1956, 57, 58)
Carter at Carterbryangroup dot com
Does any one have a camper list by cabin or year? I attended for three years but not sure what three.
Kendall G. Bryan (1957-59)
TheKGBSr at comcast dot net
Jacob F. Bryan IV (1956-58)
jfbryani at aol dot com
Frank L. Bryant (1959)
flbryant at poynerspruill dot com
Charles Buster (1966)
cebuster at ms dot metrocast dot net
I was a cabin counselor for 7 eleven-year-old boys and the assistant in the craft building. That was a very memorable experience. I was shocked to hear the camp was no longer in existence. I went on to work with the Boy Scouts starting in 1984, and I used many things I learned at Camp Sequoyah to help me in working with the boys in scouting. I still remember the best peach cobbler ever that was cooked, in a reflector oven on the counselor shake-down campout. While working with the Boy Scouts, I mentioned working at Camp Sequoyah and the camp ranger, a good friend who was a good deal older than me, told me that as a kid he had attended Camp Sequoyah. I ran across my old duffle bag and back pack from Camp Sequoyah just last month.
All my best to those who read this.
Bicker Cain III (early 1960s)
rockhillfarm at wildblue dot net
My father worked at the camp in the early 1960's - for several summer stints. I believe he was a counselor?
Bicker W. Cain Jr.
Wondered if anyone had knowledge of his times at the camp, remembered him or had a photograph of him during his time there. He went to help finance his dental school studies and loved North Carolina. My Mom and Dad were killed in a car / train accident in 1998 after 35+ years of a four generations of dental practice. He loved his time at Sequoyah he took me up to see the camp when I was about 9 years old.
The site is great and brings back wonderful memories of my Father. God speed, Bicker
Learohn Caldwell (1969)
m.l.caldwell at comcast dot net
I was Waterfront Director at Camp Sequoyah in the summer of 1969. I am a retired health & physical education supervisor with the Caddo Parish (Shreveport, LA.) School System. Thanks to my hometown (Winnfield) friend and college roommate at Northwestern State University, Mike Miller, I was accepted by Bruce Capps to serve as a Chickasaw Counselor & Waterfront Director at Sequoyah in 1969. My wife, Marilyn, and I retired from our jobs in 2007. We now have time to visit our sons in Washington, DC, and Nashville, Tenn. Would love to hear from those folks at Sequoyah who made such a positive impression in my life. I do have an interesting story about my plaque that was found in 1999 in a most interesting place in a most interesting moment. I will tell the Sequoyah about that day later. Please keep in touch and I do look forward to communicating with friends from the past!
André Capi (1974-76)
acapi at dk-group dot com
The memories and
positive influences are lasting and fondly recalled. I remember the emptiness I
felt when I heard the camp had been closed. This web site is a welcome bridge to
the past I thought lost.
Upon request, Bruce Capps came to South Florida and made a presentation to a group of us. Nearly all of us ended up camping.
I remember the first swimming test, as a Chickasaw, was to jump off the lifeguard stand and swim back to the dock. Being from South Florida and living half my life in the water, I planned to impress everybody by diving to the bottom and returning to the dock with some silt (It never occurred to me that lake water in NC wouldn't be 82 degrees like ocean water is in Fort Lauderdale). The shock nearly took my breath away and I instantly revised my plan to impress everybody by showing just how quickly I could get out of the water.
One summer I came down with a bad fever the last day of camp and had to stay in the clinic beyond my term. The nurse was so pretty I was kind of hoping I'd stay sick a little longer.
To this day I'm thankful that Camp Sequoyah was a really wholesome environment that cultivated good values, cooperation and appreciation for nature.
Jeff Carlisle (1976-78)
eljefe1 at mindspring dot com
John Carlon (1964)
john_carlon at yahoo dot com
I was outside having a solitary tribal council in my backyard, next to the river here in the mountains of Montana, and Sequoyah and the memories of all I learned came flooding over me like a soothing drink of cold water after Mt. Baldy. I checked search tonight and found your site and am thrilled to see the pictures of one of my favorite memories. I think David Glasgow was my counselor and think I was Catawba...but the most important memories are climbing Mt. Mitchell, the Gorge, and learning at Council, going to Smokey Mountain Park for the Trail of Tears, cutting my hand and the little scar I still carry from cutting wood and so much more... I was so homesick the first week (I was 13) and cried like a baby. Then, it was wonderful, and I remember doing a play (HMS Pinafore and playing the Admiral) in the main hall. I learned so much and kept it in my heart all these years. I grew up in South Florida and remember the trees on the hillside turning red and yellow our last few days before going home. Clear, cool weather and those trees changing color...I had never seen trees change color before. What a wondrous world! Now I am crying again with happiness at finding Sequoyah again. Please include me in your mailings...thank you for everything and the wonderful site....
Nat Carswell (late 1950s-early 60s)
Senoir camp and Tsali
Gary Chambers (1969)
garygchambers at aol dot com
Chris Chandler (1966 or 67)
beardsleya @ aol dot com
Tuscarora. One of the most memorable summers of my life. A couple of months ago I heard Cabel Phillpot from my cabin on the radio as a sports commentator.
Donn Chatham, MD (1962-64, Tsali '65)
drchat at mindspring dot com
Just happened upon the wonderful site as I was searching for fishing in N.C. What a great tribute to "Chief" and the legacy of Camp Sequoyah. Much of my teen maturity/young adult transition was profoundly shaped by my experiences there. Camp Sequoyah 1962,'63, '64 and Tsali '65. Thanks for putting together.
Others from my home town of Shelbyville, KY attended: Dick Schmidt, Paul Schmidt, Neil Hackworth, Doug Potter (I noted Richard Schmidt membership card on one of the photos).
Jess "Chuck" Cheatham, Jr. (1943, 44, 50)
Jess B. Cheatham III (1960, 74)
My dad and I both worked at the camp, him in the mid/late 40's, and I was a camper in '69 and an aide in '74. His name is Jess "Chuck" Cheatham and lives in Brevard! We both want to help as much as possible to preserve this wonderful place.
Dwight Childers (1965, 66)
dwight at columbia dot edu
Lin Church (1957, 1958)
linchurch at att dot net
Before going to Duke to Medical School, I was a counselor at Sequoyah in 1957 and 1958 (Cabin 13 in 1958). I loved working with in “Uncle Mike” Hoffman, learning firsthand Indian Lore, and kept in touch w/ him until his death. To him, I was Sakurutah, The Coming Sun. Of course we all loved Pop Hollingsworth’s vigorous hiking trips too!
After I completed my residency at Duke, I fulfilled my military obligation in the PHS Indian Health Service in Arizona and Utah for two years before returning to Raleigh where I practiced family medicine for thirty years, retiring in 1998. I am now approaching my 80th birthday, active in my community and with several business interests.
Hans Clausen (1963-65)
hclausen at mac dot com
2 years in Junior camp, 1 year in Senior, changed my life so much. Remembering Pop Hollandsworth and his council, seeing 'Chief' at dinners, playing the accordion for evening events, being the first ever to win the highest Indian feathers in Junior camp, the stories over the camp fires, the greatest, freshest food in the world -- all wonderful memories.
At far right, Hans "Knucklehead" Clausen
See Hans's photo memoir
. . . and his artwork for The Thunderbird
Justin Coleman (Tsali 1975)
colemanrose at alltel dot net
I am Justin Coleman
from Valdosta Georgia and I tried to attend camp Tsali in 1974, then
successfully attended the following year. A little explanation: In 1974, I
arrived at camp, was shown to our Tsali quarters where we quickly stowed our
gear and began playing soccer to pass the time while waiting for the rest of the
campers to arrive. I took the goalie position and the very first attempt to
score on me resulted in a broken leg...mine!. My time on the Sequoyah campus
lasted less than thirty minutes! I was sorely disappointed having just a couple
of weeks earlier gotten out of a 6 month hip-to-toe cast for the same broken
leg, OUCH. To my amazement, years later while attending college at Valdosta
State, I recognized a fellow student in my art history class. He recognized me
too. It was that SOB who'd broken my leg so many years earlier at camp Tsali!
Small world ain't it. What was amazing (to me) was that I don't believe he (the
leg breaker) was even from the state of Georgia. Of all the colleges in all the
cow towns in all the world...he picked this one. Actually there were/are no hard
feelings. We were both just surprised at the unlikely crossing of paths.
Anyway, the mystery to which I refer is as follows. Our Tsali leader was an ex-military fellow (Green Beret or Special Forces, I think) named Gary Swinkey. We liked him. He was competent, patient, and had a sense of humor. During one of the compass and map guided bush whacking treks through the rhododendron, we expected to encounter a state highway. When we got within auditory range of the highway, we encountered what looked to be a fresh grave. This site was roughly rectangular in shape (2-3 ft wide & 5-6 ft long), had fresh disturbed dirt with boot prints all over, and had had several large bags of lime poured over them. Naturally we were puzzled. We reasoned that if someone was disposing of a dead farm animal, pet, etc. they wouldn't have likely bothered to walk such a great distance from the highway (bout a half mile) into the middle of nowhere in dense underbrush, nor bothered to lime the site. The area was dense riverside woods with no regular access (trails, paths, camp spots, etc.). After much discussion between Gary and the Tsalimen, we couldn't stand it and began to dig, terrified of what we were going to uncover. With sticks and our bare hands, we got down to just about a foot, when someone anxiously informed Gary that another of the campers was really sick and having difficulties (the result of some gastro-intestinal bug he'd been battling for a day or so). We had to stop digging to tend to our fallen comrade. He was in fact really sick and in need of medical attention for dehydration. We were so concerned for his well being, that the possible homicide site we'd been investigating took a back seat to summoning help. The camper (whose name I'm at a loss for) was transported to the hospital and no further discussion was had about what we'd encountered. We never found out what lay beneath the earth at that strange site.
If any of the 1975 Tsali campers or staff recalls this, I'd love to hear from you. I've always wondered if Gary Swinkey ever reported the finding to the authorities.
Wilby Coleman (1943-45)
wilcomen at surfsouth dot com
Jon Cooner (1969, 74, and a year in-between)
bigjon at whitetailinstitute dot com
My memory has faded, but I know I was at Sequoyah for three non-consecutive years during the late 1960s and early 1970s. I can only date my summers there by other events that I seem to remember transpired while I was there. I believe I’m correct in remembering that I was a Cherokee when I watched the Apollo 11 lunar landing in 1969 , and I believe I watched Nixon's resignation speech when I was an Iroquois in 1974. Somewhere in between (1970, I think) I was a Catawba.
When I stumbled across this site, the memories came back in a flood. I remembered tying a one-handed bowline around my waist while standing under the falls below the darn , and trying to make it up that last few feet of rock face beside the trail to Tsali, Sliding Rock. I remembered Canoe Camp, washing the black frying pan and wondering why I could never get it squeaky clean with a Brillo pad, admiring the use of the cold spring there as a refrigerator, and the taste of bread dipped in bacon grease and fried on a stick over an open fire. I remembered how hard it was to keep white clothes clean before church on Sunday, the smell of Lexol on saddles, and feeding so many ring-necked snakes to a king snake that it threw up. Then there were the people, such as Bruce Capps, Steve Bellamy, Steve Longnecker and of course, the irrepressible Don Scarborough.
I saw that Harry Lerch signed the book. Harry, I remember you. Want
me to prove it? Well, I can name the song most requested of you –
"Round Up", by Emerson, Lake and Palmer.
I am so disappointed that I only found this site after the 2007 reunion. Hope another will be planned in the future.
Tuscaroras, 1st five-week
Jon is back row, far right
Read Jon's Sequoyah Memories
Ruskin Cooper (1969)
rcooper10 at triad.rr dot com
I was alerted to the existence of the Sequoyah website by a fellow Savannahian and Sequoyan John Thorsen. John and I rode the bus there from Savannah in 1969. The place was beautiful and the people were amazing. I was a Cherokee, in Cabin 10, I think. I can still tell you the names of all my cabin mates--Rocky Lyon from Atlanta, Jim Frye, Bill Gasque from Mass, Tom Hackney from Wilson and Jordy Whichard from Raleigh--our counselor was Bob Thompson from Louisville. I am blessed (or cursed) with total recall, at least when it comes to people or events. I was a homesick crybaby at 11, and didn't always have an easy go of things, and 5 weeks seemed like an eternity at that time. My fondest memories were of the cabin suppers, making lanyards and decoupages in the craft shop with Susan Garrison, playing piano duets with Mike Miller in the Assembly Hall. He taught me how to play "Baby Elephant Walk," and I can still play it. Then my finest hour was performing "Bonnie and Clyde" at such breakneck speed, that someone said it had to have been a player piano. At the time, I took that as a compliment. And singing the call and response song "Them Bones Gonna Rise Again," with Mike doing the calling. And of course bug juice and barefoot nighttime trips to the half. We watched the lunar landing on a tiny black and white tv that summer. The next summer my baby brother was born, and I was shipped off to Camp Citadel. That really made me wish to be back at Sequoyah! Thanks to everyone who's participating in this site.
Richard Cotton (1969, 1970)
I was at Camp Sequoyah "2nd Five" in 1969 and 1970. In 1969 I lived in "Cloud 19" next to the craft shop, and my counselor was Ed Welch. Ed's dad was the tennis coach. In 1970 I lived in Cabin 23. I have included several pictures for those years. Although going away from home as a young kid is tough; I really enjoyed those 2 years. One of the most memorable events in my life was watching the moon landings at midnight in the lodge on a little 19" color TV with awful reception from Asheville. There was a larger B/W TV in the dining room. Two TVs for everyone in camp.
Cabin 19-1969, "2nd Five": Ed Welch, Rick Cotton, Bo-J Clark, Clark Z., Bill M., Rick Pearson, Bruce Z., Foster Finch
Rick Cotton and friend
Cabin 23 -- 1970
Clay Cotton (1973-77)
cottondsgn at att dot net
Randolph S. Coyner (around 1954-58)
rscoyner at gmail dot com
I have many fond memories growing up at Camp Sequoyah each summer. Some of my favorite activities were horseback riding, playing Capture the Flag, hiking over the various trails eating blackberries and crab apples along the way, swimming in the cold lake waters, going to Canoe Camp, discussions around campfires at night, and my wonderful camp mates.
I also have memories of the Chief, Pop and other staff members. Their guidance was excellent and helped me to better understand life and the contributions that one can make to society.
I also vividly remember stepping on a nest of yellow jackets and the motivation that they can give to a young boy's running ability. I counted about 30 dead bees in my socks and inside my shirt when I stopped running.
Sam B. Craig (1978,79)
sambcraig at gmail dot com
I was a counselor the summer of 1977 and the last session of 1978. My experience there continues to influence my life. I tell Camp Sequoyah stories to my friends still today. Thanks for putting this site together.
Eddie Culver (1958-60)
eculver at culverrug dot com
Bob Cuningham (1967)
yattkinriver at yahoo dot com
I just found the Camp Sequoyah website. Wish I had found it earlier so I could have been at the 2010 reunion. When will the next reunion be? Sign me up! I am in the 1967 FIRST FIVE photo collection of guys making the human pyramid. I recognize some of the unnamed guys in the photo. Clem Clements was in my cabin. (Dub Mason was the counselor. He said Dub was short for Double O's in his name of Obie Orien Mason.)
Donald W. Davis (1930-36)
srdon at wcbeach dot com
From 1930-36, Camper and Canoing counselor. Leader of canoe trips on the French Broad from Buquo to Paint Rock and beyond. This was before the French Broad was dammed. During this period led the first and only 300 mile canoe trip to Chattanooga.
Would love to come to next Sequoyah club meeting.
Walter Dickson (1978)
deadtripz at yahoo dot com
I only had the pleasure of attending Sequoyah for one year, but the camp had a profound and lasting effect on me. I was a Catawba, and can't remember which cabin I was in, but it was just about the furthest up the hill from everything. I lost a lot of weight, met a lot of great folks, and learned a lot about myself and life. I've returned to Sequoyah many times in my mind over the years and hope to physically make it back one of these days.
Thanks for putting this website together and for keeping Sequoyah alive.
Tad Dill (1969-71)
nfdjr at aol dot com
This is a great site and thanks to those who put it together! I tell people my camp Sequoyah stories still to this day. Coming from Chicago area I was about the only ''Yankee'' in camp. But without a doubt they were the best summers of my life. The plaque is from my first summer.
Tom Duckwall (1952, 54)
TomFDuckwall at cs dot com
Have a few pix incl. "Pop", the activities director on the go with his clipboard. I remember a counselor named Browning & a camper, George Gray of Gastonia. I spent a lot of time in the nature study building, & am now active with Audubon, serving as coordinator of the Deep River Project here in Guilford County
Ed Eckelmeyer (c.1945-46)
k1ee at earthlink dot net
Am traveling to Ashville soon. For years have wondered what happened to "Camp Sequoyah". I went there for three years in a row, one of which was 1945. I don't remember which of the three sequential summers this was. I do have two photos, one from the riding ring and one taken of the boys in my cottage (or bunk house?)with our camp counselor, and the bunk house in the background.
Regards to all you oldtimers!
Clay Edwards (1958-64)
cedwards at uark dot edu
From New Orleans, was a camper in 60,61,and 62 (I think) Tsali in 63 and 64. Junior Camp Counselor in 65 with Jim Hollandsworth (son of Pop). Went to Davidson and came back many times while in college during our fall excursions to the mountains. Great memories. Let me know how I can help. Many names pop in my head from those years. Good friends lost to time. Would be great to reconnect.
Inman Ellis (early 70s)
ellisi1 at bellsouth dot net
I came across this site, and what great memories come to mind. Riding in back of those camp trucks to other sites. Having Steve Longenecker teach us climbing. The best was standing under the waterfall to tie a bowline (I still tie it that way). Tsali was one of the best experiences of my life, at the time one of the hardest. It taught me things I have used all of my life. Bruce Capps was one of those men, when you are young, you think are larger than life. I would love to help keep this alive. A great adventure.
Raymond Ellsworth (1974)
raytron at att dot net
I am so happy to see this site. I can't tell you all the memories it has brought back. Cabin 22, Chuck Waters was my counselor.
Hamlin Endicott (1976, 77)
hendicott at sprynet dot com
Favorite things: Tether Ball matches before and after dinner, Nantahala sail/canoe camp, whitewatering on French Broad and Tuckasegee Rivers. My mom even came to visit me at canoe camp in our neighbors boat. Have run into several old campmates over the years. That's me on the right in photo.
Larry Fogelberg (1952-54)
lawrence at fogelberg dot de
Thank you for keeping alive recollections of Camp Sequoyah. I really appreciated Mark Sluder's photos from 2010, having wondered for years how the place now looks. Uncle Mike's cabin seems to have survived better than other buildings. It was a special pleasure to find Malcolm Bell (III) in the guestbook, who remembered the names I had forgotten, especially that of Sherwood, who was our cabin counselor for two years - and drew "thunderbirds" for the daily program. (I wonder how many newspaper "mastheads" Malcolm's collection eventually had.) I also recall Chief's daughter in the crafts cabin, who in the 1970s kindly sent me a copy of the folder of bible texts suggested for morning reading at the campfire circle. "Pop" Hollandsworth's trumpet playing after Taps usually put us to sleep.
Canoe Camp was my favorite activity. My last year, I minded the telephone and franked letters in the office during lunch and rest period, eating early with the kitchen staff. (We were actually served at table back then!) During my minimal work, I got to browse in Chief's book shelf and admire his framed collection of Indian arrowheads, finer than most to be found on the web. He once gave a demonstration of his axemanship: striking perfectly in his previous cut.
The smell of coal smoke still reminds me of weekly showers. Years of "buddy check" when swimming came back, when I once swam alone at a deserted beach, keeping me in shallow water. Enough.
Bock Folken (camper 1969, 70; aide 71, 72)
bfolken at cox dot net
Lawrence Frank (1977, 78)
jlfrank1993 at gmail dot com
(1st 3 weeks -- Cherokee tribe both years)
On a recent visit to Asheville and with my daughter going to a north Georgia mountain camp, I started thinking about Camp Sequoyah. So naturally I googled it and found the Sequoyah Central website which was a great surprise to see so much history, pictures and memories recorded. I found both of my Cherokee tribe pictures and the plaque from my first year. Like others, this triggered a flood of powerful memories including the Horseshoe Hike, canoeing on the French Broad and Green Rivers, Capture the Flag, 'bug juice' served with lunch and dinner, and many others. I still remember vividly the smell of baking bread on a campfire the first day I arrived when I was admittedly pretty nervous about my first spend-the-night camp. By the end I was asking if I could stay 3 more weeks! From what I could tell, the camp land is being preserved and I hope that someday Sequoyah could rise again like the phoenix.
Gene Gallivan (late 1960s)
gallivangm at me dot com
I was so excited to find the cites for Camp Sequoyah. Just the other day, my daughter was asking me about the one time I would want to go back to and live just as it was and I said my years at camp Sequoyah (the Camp with a Purpose).
I vaguely remember the names of a few folks and have contacted Mike Miller once or twice over the years. I did find a picture on the site of me....can't miss me, I am the one in the orange shirt (what was my mother thinking!). I plan to look through my old pictures in the garage and see what I can find. In the meantime PLEASE include me in the news and the network.
My years at Camp would have been late 60's. I was in Jr Camp one year and then was a Cherokee one year and a Catawba one or two years. What great memories.
Daniel C. Geddie (1945, 1957)
dgeddie at comcast dot net
Bill George (1967, 69, 70, 77, 78)
geor1610 at bellsouth dot net
I am thrilled to finally see an effort is being made to return Sequoyah to its glory years!
Mark Hanley Gibbons (1961,62,63)
markgibbons.esq at gmail dot com
Canoe camp one year and Pisgah Horse trip with Corbett my last year. Hulon Williams, Mike Meloy, Eric and Bobby Newman, all from Tampa, were in my cabin or nearby. My older brother Cliford Sam Gibbons attended the same years and maybe in 1958 and 59. His last year was at Tsali.
I learned rappelling from Pop and used it in ROTC much to the surprise of the upper classmen. Pop taught us on the road to Tsali and then more at the Chimneys. His was a simple technique. Hook you up and coax you to back over the edge and then say: 'Well you can't get back up here so you might as well go down'.
We had the youngest son (Nate?) of the Junior Camp riding instructor, as well as the camp dietician. I earned my Junior Life Saving certification in the LAKE, swimming everyday. We learned to save a life quickly. I saved two lives in the Gulf in 1973. 'Reach, Throw, Row, Go!' are words to live by.
My favorite times were with the huge fires at the Indian Camp and fuzz sticks made from the extinct blighted trees. Chestnut? Have they returned? Hiking to the Parkway and then Bald Knob for blueberries. Lunch was pumpernickel bread, yellow cheese, honey and peanut butter.
I taught the wrestling instructor the correct way to pin someone. He would mistakenly leave his head up instead of tuck it deeply into the shoulder of the pinned camper. The Indian Lore instructor went on an overnight or two, and we improved our camp site with running water into the raised fire pit area. Ours was all three years the highest site along the creek on the way to the Parkway overlook. After the first year I had to encourage the counselors to keep going up to "the best camp site." One counselor was from the Louisiana Bayou near the Gulf Coast.
All counselors and campers were excellent. I was never in better physical shape in my life by the end of summer. I never wanted to leave. With all that and all the time in the Nature Lab and rifle range, still my favorite part of everyday was the morning devotional in the amphitheater near the lake creek, when all was still, the small animals moving, the slight wind, haze, the waterproof sheets of paper for sitting. And my bible. Through Boy Scouts I continued the practice before school through HS. It always made the day better, and I made friends with wonderful people. The time as the sun rises and sets are magical to me still. I did not care much for getting on a starched shirt for Chapel in the woods, but the chimes were inspiring.
"Stouthearted Men" was a life-time anthem as well. Saw my first "laser demonstration" where the magician would insert a green balloon inside a clear balloon and turn on the laser to pop the green balloon inside the clear balloon without any damage to the clear balloon.
Never understood any sex talk. Saw Chief dive on his birthday. Listened to the Indian storyteller tell a wild tale of post-apocalyptic San Francisco, where the only survivors were people previously bitten by rattlesnakes.
Every chance I get, I go out to see the meteor showers, though they never appeared during the camp years, sleeping on the green in front of the dining hall, due to clouds. The weather reports started including a percentage chance of rain, as in, "today there is a 30% chance of rain," and Pop's daily announcements made fun of it. One year my counselor tried to play the horn for wake-up and sleep with little success. The next year it was a recorded bugle. My first cabin was just past the Nature Lab on the left, going up hill; the second was on the path going nearly vertically off to the left just before the Nature Lab. Jay Lane was my brother's cabin mate at Tsali and lives in Tampa.
Only two campers I knew have gone into criminal trouble, and a third is just being investigated. All-in-all an outstanding record.
H. Truitt Ginn (1956)
David Glasgow (1961-65)glasgowd at bellsouth dot net
I join all you other
Sequoyans out there who will always have an APPRECIATION for what Chief, Pop,
and many others gave us during our summers at Sequoyah. Those experiences
have helped mold my life. I will add my thanks to Katherine Lauder, Barry
Durand, Mark Wilde-Ramsing, Eddie Bumann and the others who have gathered at camp this year for the OPPORTUNITY to visit with one another, to hike and to
meditate in the old places and to keep alive our HOPE that somehow both here in
cyberspace (thank you, Jack*****!) and in the reality of the Sequoyah property
itself (thank you, Katherine Lauder!) the dream will continue!
"These things we knew together, and these things we will remember."
David Glasgow, Counselor, 1961-1965
Lester "Jerry" Gornto (1961-63)
lgornto at lexhealth dot org
I was a senior camper, cabins 31, 24, 25, I think. Have made a few return visits to pay respects to Chief and Mrs. Chief.
Perrin Gower (1943-44)
pgower at cox dot net
It's hard to imagine a more powerful and lasting impact - a truly noble experiment - stuff of legends - excellence in ethics - and now fading in the wind - sad...
Walter R Graham Jr. MD (c.1955-61)
I am glad to hear the camp has not been sold. If there are any events planned please keep me informed.
Alan Gregory ("1950 thru 1960")
gre[underline]alan at usa dot net
I started young and ended younger. I loved the mountains, Chief, Pop, and my friends. Made it to Mt Mitchell following Pop and learned something about boots and my feet. Luckily it got me thru survival school with some measure of ease. I returned once several years after Chief died and talked to Mrs Johnson. I have always remembered my youth and my time in the mountains. The bugle would blow early, we all gathered on our porches to roll call from Pop. I remember an airplane overhead dropping an air mail letter to a son. I recall someone whose father was mayor of some tiny town, Atlanta. No worry none of us had heard of it. The water was cold, ice cold and you had to swim across the lake and back to gain swim privileges. Fuzz sticks and cutting wood seemed chores of the day. I had varied jobs all fun... Air Force Pilot, Braniff Pilot, Adjunct Professor, E-Systems, Garland, Air Force Academy AOC, FAA software engineer. I always carried my ideals about life from the tribes, the religion, the fellowship, and my friends. God Bless All of You. I tried to remember what Paul Neal used to say when he made the 'V'. Every morning we read our bibles in the mist at the big meeting area on wax cardboards. Why was I the guy who carried the bibles back to the cabin? Ha. Life is a bag drag and I have had my share. Do you know where to buy white shoes? May the Great Spirit follow you to the end. Do you still walk in the dark without a light? I do. I do miss campfires.
Dan Griner (1960,62,63)
dang at cablespeed dot com
My first summer was in
1960, as a nature counselor at Camp Tsali then a cabin counselor at Camp
Sequoyah. I still remember my Sequoyan Indian name, HoSquaw Sagada (a woodsman).
In 1962 and 1963, I returned as a counselor at Tsali while recruiting new
campers to Sequoyah. As we all know, Sequoyah was truly "A Camp with a Purpose".
The impact on our lives went way beyond our daily outdoor activities and
physically challenging adventures to an abundance of profound philosophy, poetry
and famous quotes. They were chosen to provide character-building guideposts of
principles, honesty and integrity for our journey from boy to man. It is hard to
know how many significant choices in our lives have been influenced by Chief's
emphasis through his staff, upon a timeless philosophy of life. Among the many
things he gave us to ponder was, " Will the boy you were be proud of the man you
We thank you, Hayes Hitchens, not only for acquiring this special property, but also the potential to build upon the Sequoyah heritage as well as for inviting us to share our past experiences with you and our Old Sequoyans at Camp this spring.
James W. Hall (1957-67)
jamesh4747 at aol dot com
57-67 Junior camp, first group. Cherokee, Tuscarora, on to Tsali. Also worked as waiter two years and managed kitchen and store two years. Second generation. My dad helped build the place. Great to see the site and would love to participate in future events.
John Hall (1957, 58)
jnhall3 at gmail dot com
My father, J. Noble Hall attended in 1934 and 1935. He recalled that he was part of a group that built that infamous roller coaster in the hills that dumped you in the "frozen" waters of the lake!
My first summer, was the first time I was ever away from my parents for an extended length of time and boy, was I homesick. I wanted nothing to do with Sequoyah. But as the summer wore on, I really got to enjoy it. I recently found my old "diary" from those days and it triggered lots of memories; for example, we took a 19 mile hike up Big Snow Mountain - got caught in a tornado and got "lost" (when we didn't return for dinner, a search party was dispatched from Sequoyah, finding us right down the road, signing songs as we strolled back into camp with "big stories" to tell).
My counselor that year was John Fawcett (Catawba tribe) - my second summer's counselor was Sandy Marks (Tuscarora tribe) - who especially helped me in archery, which I was quite enjoying that year ... We took a three day hike up Mt Mitchell, which was probably the biggest single achievement of my time at Sequoyah.
I came back, as I recall, as a Jr. Counselor in 1959, but didn't make it through the entire summer - not sure why, but recall I had to leave for some reason.
I enjoyed Inspiration Point, but didn't think I could live through "Chief's talks" about the "birds and the bees" - but as I look back, it was all part of a great experience... the guys I met, the counselors I had, along with Pop and Chief all made for a great experience of my young life.
Revere "Brud" Harbourt (1965, 67)
revereharbourt at aol dot com
I was the counselor at Cabin 16 for the second session 1965, and the campers in our cabin were:
A. J. Cohen
I was the counselor at Cabin 23 for the entire season 1967, and the campers in our cabin were:
It would be so nice to hear about these folks and their lives after Sequoyah.
Thank you so much for your efforts on behalf of all of us who were touched by this special place. I remember the camp nurse saying to me that "Our trails will cross again", and with this web site, that has come true.
Rick Harned (1958-62) (Tsali 1962)
r.harned at insightbb dot com
Attending Boy Scout camp near Canton, NC last week, I first began to wonder if a Sequoyah website existed. What a treat to find that it does! And is properly beautiful! And to learn that Pop Hollansworth is still with us! Count me in for future activities - I came by the property in 1990, but let the No Trespassing signs dissuade me from entering. I want to hear the entire story!
Dorn Hetzel (c.1968-71)
dorn at hetzel dot org
I think three half-summers and one week or so in winter (1971?). The memories have become a little fuzzy around the edges but there's nothing like it since. I only wish it could come to life again for my sons (7,6 and 2)!
Raymond Hicks (early 1970s)
RH5QM at hscmail.mcc.virginia dot edu
This photo was from 1971 on my way home from the Camp with my family. I remember Steve Longnecker and making Longnecker Lumps in a coffee can full of hot oil, so I must have overlapped his time at Sequoyah. I lived in Tampa, FL and my father was acquainted with "Mr. Gray", who had some connection with the Camp. Does anyone know what? I vaguely remember a slideshow given to prospective parents. I located the Camp around 1990 or so, and walked around with the permission of the caretaker. I was amazed that the camp looked the same, except for the lake. The caretaker explained what had happened with the dam upstream overflowing and washing out the lake.
Tom Hines (c.1960-62)
tomhines at mac dot com
I am 15 years old and never actually attended Camp Sequoyah. I do, however, attend Falling Creek Camp, one of Sequoyah's many legacies, and I am a personal friend of many Sequoyans, such as Jim Kurtts and Mr. Rafshoon's son Michael; I am also acquainted with Chuck McGrady and Steve Longnecker. I just wanted to say that not only does Sequoyah's spirit live on in your hearts, but also in the stories of Jim and Chuck and Steve, and in the traditions that we have at Falling Creek, which I just recently found out were continuations of old Sequoyah traditions. I hope some day I can go see the source of all this "specialness." Thank you all.
Bill Hoffmeister (1978)
Had many fond memories. Followed Mark Scafati to Camp Chosotonga from there.
Joe Honeycutt, Jr. (1969-71) (1969, 70 Christmas Retreat)
joehoneycutt at prodigy dot net
Wonderful to see this sort of interest in our camp. Was there about 10 years ago and have searched occasionally to find a web site like this. I have an issue or two of the "Thunderbird" and several personal as well as tribe and staff pictures. I also have some staff/camper rosters from '69,'70 maybe. I'll gather 'em up so they can be shared.
Walter Jackson Hooks (1959-61)
jhooks at peoplepc dot com
Mike Howard (c.1968,69)
I went to Sequoyah for only 2 years. Little did I know at the time just how many important things in life I learned. Fortunately, I haven't forgotten all of them! Hope to continue reading memories from other "Old Sequoyans."
Vince Hubbard (Camper 1948-52, Counselor and Archery Instructor Junior Camp 1957, 1959-61)
v_hubbard at hotmail dot com
Robbie Huffines (mid-1970s)
robert.huffinesat at jpmorgan dot com
Incredible summers. Remember having to turn in a letter home to earn Sunday fried chicken and ice cream. Great counselors like Starr Ellis (hiking trips and great stories) and Matt Culbersome (rock climbing/mountaineering). Anyone have contact info for those two?
Kenny S. Hunt (1968-77)
kennyhunt at mindspring dot com
I was involved in Sequoyah from 1968 to 1977. I was a Chickasaw to a Tsali man and had plans to work full time when the camp was closed. I was very disappointed. I focused on the mountaineering and whitewater activities advancing to the highest level in each.
davidhutto at blueridge dot edu
Sequoyah was a special place that provided rich experiences for many young men to learn about our world and themselves. The website is a great idea and I hope will bear good fruit.
Jeff Johnson (1965, 69, 72)
jvjohnson at gci dot net
The plaque folder pretty much tells the story of Cherokee cabin D-2. Bob Leonard was our counselor, great guy. Craig Harpel was my buddy from Alaska that year, as he had just lost his dad. Now Craig is gone, prostate cancer. As a Catawba I had a great year. I think Don Scarborough or Rusty Treibert was my counselor back then. Both were very outstanding. Then I was a counselor's aide in '72.
Chief was my grandfather, who had a very gentle nature with me and everyone I remember him meeting. He surrounded himself with great people like Mike Hoffman, Corbet, Peggy Touchstone, Pop Hollandsworth and countless others who in turn gave years of themselves, moulding young men into leaders. Thank you, to all who served at Sequoyah.
Mark Johnson (1960s)
markjohnson71 at hotmail dot com
Hello all, I am the grandson of C. Walton (Chief) Johnson. I was at camp for several years during the 1960's. Glad to see the camp has a place on the Internet and in the hearts of so many old campers.
Steve Johnson (1969-71)
C. J. Jones, Jr. (1954-60)
cj.jones at cumulus dot com
Thank you for preserving so many wonderful memories of Chief, Pop, Eric, and the hundreds of other people who made a positive difference in so many young lives.
My wife and I have a mountain home at Wolf Laurel, not very far from Sequoyah and so I still get to enjoy the beauty and enjoyment of Chief's mountains.
Camp Sequoyah was my summer home as a camper, and as an aide to Chief and the office staff.
My Sequoyah years were great years.
C.J.'s original home - Fort Myers, Florida.
kenj at pts dot org
Hi, Ken Jones here. I grew up in the Blue Ridge Mts. of S.C., and lived in Hendersonville for a while, and I love this part of the country. I didn't know Camp Sequoyah existed until I heard about Eustace Conway, and followed a link to this website. All Good Medicine. KJ
Terry Jones (1963-66)
I found your website through the Facebook group page. The memories started to flood back to me and I started remembering names and things that I did during those summers. Chuck McGrady convinced me to go there. We were both from the Pompano Beach, FL area. I hadn't thought about these things in years. Now I am remembering Sliding Rock, Bald Knob, Craggy Gardens, Biltmore House. I did a lot of archery in those years and my daughter took all my archery pins and medals and mounted them for a Father's Day present about 5 years ago. I work overseas now as a Foreign Service Officer with USAID but it seems like the mountains around Sequoyah have a permanent hold on my life because I have been thinking lately about retiring to western NC.
I don't remember my counselors names. I do remember Chief and Pop Hollingsworth. I saw a post in the guestbook from Hans Clausen and I saw his picture and he looks real familiar to me. And the post from Spencer Thompson was interesting. I think I knew him too. Thank you so much for creating this website. I think I was in cabin 10 but I don't remember what year that was.
Neil Kahn (c.1974-76)
kayakjaco at gmail dot com
Hello Sequoyans! I found the site a while back when I met David Brown on one of the tours I operate. Since Sequoyah, I have not stopped paddling. I have made my living and supported my family doing what I love, and I owe that to Sequoyah. If it were still open, I have no doubt that I would still be there and in many ways I still am. Seqouyah's influence has been very meaningful to me. My kids are eager to hear stories as we look at this website together. I have had the good fortune to run into old Sequoyans. Their memories are usually as fond as mine. I have dreamed of creating a Seqouyah-type experience here in Costa Rica where I live. On numerous occasions as I paddled Smokey Mountain streams I made the opportunity to walk through camp. To see my name still on the cabin plaques—to remember mud soccer, tying the bowline under the waterfall, Randolfs Route, and the people who influenced me—was a great thrill. I owe my first paid paddling job to being on a list of honor campers from Sequoyah that was picked up after the closing. I only hope I can create the experience I had at Sequoyah for my kids. Thanks for the site, a real treasure.
Herb F. Kincey (1961-63)
hkincey at hotmail dot com
I was a staff member from 1961 through 1963. It would be useful to have a block showing whether the person registering was a camper or staff member. Also, it would be great if you could make available online a list of those registering with at least their email addresses so old Sequoyans could get in touch with each other.
Rick Kirby (1969-71)
rick at clinardinsurance dot com
Ronald E. Kirby (1965-67)
ronald_kirby at usgs dot gov
I was an aide in 1965, largely in Woodcraft, then came back as the Assistant in Woodcraft in 1966. Became the leader of Woodcraft that year and returned in 1967 to lead the program again. Dick Booth called me yesterday (03/11/04) out of the blue, saying he had been thinking about Sequoyah and our 1967 Sourdough trip when we hiked from Reems Creek to Mt. Mitchell carrying cast iron frying pans and all our gear for a week. Brought back memories of some really great times. I always wanted to attend a Camp like Sequoyah but spent most of my youth in Scout camps. So I jumped at Jake Verduin's offer to join the staff when I graduated from High School and had three of the finest summers ever. Although there was the underlying angst of going to college in the 1960s, and I had already lost friends in Vietnam, for those 3 summers anything seemed possible and it was clear to me in both retrospect and at the time, that this was a last chance to play Huckleberry Finn and get away with it. I spent a lot of time with Chief and had many discussions with him about the importance of keeping the Woodcraft program the heart of the camp. Such dedication was and is inspirational. Somewhere out there are dozens of boys with names now long lost to me whose lives for three months each year I tried to make an exercise in gaining confidence and skills in common sense areas. I hope I was as successful at that as those boys were in showing me how important it is to be a role model and a positive influence on others. Thanks all you campers, and all my long lost friends on the staff. We were young and knew no fear then. It was a great time to be alive--and at Sequoyah.
Robert Krieger (1952)
tigerr at nctv dot com
I was about 13 and camp Sequoyah was my home for that summer. I am 71 now, but the lessons that Chief taught me... still guide me. What a great experience... going down to the bible circle before breakfast and having to make my bed up just right to suit the counselor. Swimming in that cold spring-fed pond and riding horseback in competition against others. I received a blue ribbon simply because the horse I had was so impossible to manage that I did.... control him. Walking up the hill to camp Tsali... to see the "big boys" roughing it with their great entrance wood work they had erected and the minimal cabins that they slept in. God bless Chief and what he stood for.
ckuhn at gsu dot edu
I was not a camper but am a historian writing a biography of the sociologist Arthur Raper, who worked at Camp Sequoyah in the 1920s and 1930s, and whose sons attended the camp. Any info on Arthur Raper and Camp Sequoyah would be appreciated. Cliff Kuhn
Jim Kurtts (1977-78)
jnk4 at bellsouth dot net
What a pleasant surprise. I was surfing and next thing I knew I was up Reems Creek! Many thanks to those involved in getting this site up and running. I'm a little dismayed to see myself in my German bathing cap but as I remember, it coordinated with my "Eat Fluffies" t-shirt. I will pilfer through my files and look for Sequoyah stuff to scan and send. Many happy memories, Jim Kurtts, Catawba Tribal Leader 1977, Head of Indian Lore 1978.
Pete and Mary Landry (1972-78)
palandry at yahoo dot com
Just spent the last hour visiting the website and reliving the Sequoyah experience....Waterfront Director, Cherokee Tribal Leader, and Associate Director 72-78....that one of a kind experience has been an important and constant part of my life since that terrible day in 78 we closed Camp down...thought it would be forever! My sincere thanks to all involved in the website. Walt Kuentzel will be in town next week and I'm looking forward to catching up after all the years...and reliving many of our shared memories of Sequoyah.
Herb Lape (c.1975-79)
hlape at optonline dot net
Hi, former Tuscaroras and others tribes. Neil Kahn just got in touch with me and sent me this link. It brought back fond memories of my years at Sequoyah. I was the Tuscarora leader and Canoe director from 1975-1979? I think. I have to admit the names are all fuzzy but I recognized Neil's photo in spite the passing of time. Blessings to all, Herb
Phil Latimer (1964-56 or 1965-66)
I have a few memories of camp. I was in Junior camp, as I recall. I remember doing crafts. There was a cinder block incinerator that we threw a spray deodorant can into and it exploded. That was fun. The was a crab apple tree we ate from. Honestly, I can't remember the name of anyone there except one guy in our cabin whose nickname was rabbit or wabbit. There was a building that was a kind of library and it had a lot of OLD National Geographic mags. When I arrived at camp, there was someone in an old jeep that would take our stuff to the cabin. That thing poured smoke and went roaring up toward the cabins. There was a small camp store on the side of one of the building and we could occasionally get candy. I remember canoeing & hiking. There was a building with a piano and we would play chopsticks. I remember being told about Tsali and that it was for the senior boys and that they did things and built things.
Frank Lawson (1976-78)
fslawson at aol dot com
The greatest three summers! It is amazing how a few weeks for a few years forever influenced my life. I cherish the memories and have passed camp songs, traditions and the love of the outdoors along to my family. Walt, Bob Head and Steve Galloway...best middle-of-the-forest "Stairway to Heaven" cover ever!
J. Winston Lea (1963-64 or 64-65)
winston at actionstaff dot net
I attended Sequoyah almost 40 years ago. That's hard to believe, but my memories remain vivid. Memories of the tall trees, the long sloping lawn to the dining hall, the rope swing, the Indian lore and campfires, canoe camp, and how could anyone forget the frigid temperatures of the lake. Around 1989 I walked up the path thru the woods by the horse stables then Pop's house and the dining hall, and the place was as magnificent as I had remembered. Of course I went straight to my cabin and with disbelief found my name and my other cabin mates' names etched on a piece of wood. For a moment I was 12 again.
Harry "Buzz" Lerch (1969-74)
buzz at buzzwood dot com
Buzz, second row seated, fourth from right
John B. Levy (c.1961)
johnblevy at gmail dot com
Harry Lindquist (1963-64)
hlindquist at juno dot com
I worked in the dining halls 1963, 1964. It was a great place to spend a summer "working."
Will Lindsay (1965-67)
Will.Lindsay at ncmail dot net
Alva Rand Lines (1952)
This was one of the best experiences of my life!
I especially liked the early morning meditations in the forest, the camping trips, and learning about the Cherokee Indians. I was very impressed with Mr. and Mrs. Johnson when I met them, will never forget them, and will always appreciate them for establishing such a wonderful camp. I don't recall the names of anyone else I met at the camp, since I was there only one time and it was a long time ago. I wish that it were possible for the present owners of the property to get together with the Johnson family and reestablish this camp, making it exactly like it was. Such a camp giving such an experience is desperately needed by young people growing up in the world as it is today, with all traditional values which we were taught being destroyed more and more every year. If anyone else remembers me from the summer of 1952, I would be very much interested to communicate with them.
Mike Lippe (1969-71)
mlippe at visionmicrosurgical dot com
Would love to help and to visit.
Bill Longnecker (1969-71)
Bill976curl at aol dot com
I worked at Sequoyah in1969-1970 and 1971. I have many good memories and was happy to discover the Web site through my brother Steve Longenecker.
Steve Longnecker (1968-73)
sfl at ioa dot com
Sequoyah was a magical place and will hold a special spot in my memory for as long as I can function. I hope to read more about other's experiences, especially during the years I was connected with the place.
I was a part of writing the catalog that had Time Spent Alone as the caption on the cover. I'd love to take credit for that, but guess that Bruce Capps (or someone else) must have suggested those three words.
Because I was the only person living on the property during the off-season between 1970 and 1972, I probably spent more "time alone" there than most anyone you'd meet in 2011.
I've worked at many camps, before and after my time at Sequoyah, but none have affected me as much as has "my" camp. It's great to know that there are hundreds of others out there that also consider the place as "my" (their) camp.
Though it's very hard to explain this to most people, Sequoyah IS!
"Let's run to Tsali!"
Andrew "Andy" Luke (1970, 72)
coolhandluke at Saber dot net
Aideman and Chickasaw Counselor in early 70's. Unsuccessful phone number and Web search some time back indicated Sequoyah was closed. Am glad to see this site, even though it turns out that's true. Seems so long ago and far away, but the skills I learned and the memories are still with me here in California. Thanks to the present owners for allowing access. They have much much more than just a beautiful piece of land, they have some of the best summers of our lives!
Al Lynch (1961-63)
revesquire at comcast dot net
What a wonderful tool the internet is — I just decided to type in "Camp Sequoyah" on the outside chance someone else in this universe knew about this great place. Thanks to all who are contributing to the site and to rekindling the memories. I shall look forward to following the progress and the growing number of contacts.
David Lynch (1965-68)
dlynch at semonin dot com
Just wanted to say I enjoyed working at Camp Sequoyah during my college years in both dining halls and as camp store manager from 1965-1968. I made a trip to the original site in 2009. Found that someone had bought the grounds and were rehabbing some buildings for their family as a place for retreat. They were rehabbing the cabin on the South East corner of the main dining hall as a very nice residence. They were going to start on the old office next. The former lake was all filled in with erosion. Most of the main buildings and some of the cabins were still standing but in various stages of decline. The outdoor chapel seem to have weathered the time best. Good memories there at Sequoyah!
I’ve been in Louisville KY for the last 35 years working as a Commercial real estate agent specializing in commercial, residential and farms. My website davidlynch.semonin.com has my photo on it if anyone has an interest in trying to remember me.
Rocky Lyon (1968-72)
jdlyon1 at bellsouth dot net
A day has not gone by that I have not remembered my experiences at camp. I returned back in the 80's And was devastated when I saw that horrible trespassing sign. I went in and walked the grounds of my youth, and was completely horrified when I saw the dam had collapsed. But when I found the website I was pleasantly surprised, I am elated that someone has purchased the property that cares.
Cone Maddox (1947-50, Tsali 1951)
Bill Martin (1971-75, Junior Counselor 1976)
w.martin at insightbb dot com
Last week (August, 2011), my wife and 3 boys rented a house on Lake Nantahala. My boys are 21, 19 and 14. We jumped off the cliff many times and visited Polar Bear Falls twice. We also kayaked the river.
The best part of the trip was going back and seeing Canoe Camp. The Crawford family who bought the camp has not changed it. The Lodge is still there and the toilet house. They added electricity and a road a few years ago, but other than that it is still the same. I met his daughter with her children, and she said the Camp has been put in a land trust. They do not plan to change things at all. When I walked back to the beach and saw the view from the beach. It was like it was 35 years ago when I lasted visited as a camper. The numerous lake mansions where not to be seen. Thank God some things never change.
It takes time for one to realize how lucky we were to be able to take part in such a great place as Sequoyah. The people and activities have left a lasting impression on me. What a priceless experience Camp Sequoyah was.
David Mashburn (1961, 64)
mashburd at brinet dot com
Counselor at Sequoyah, 1961 and 1964
Mike Mayer (1976-78)
Mmayer4667at aol dot com
Walt and Co. -- great job of keeping this going. Yes, I want to keep in touch -- my brief Sequoyah experience provided some of the best experiences of my life.
Fred McAdams (1977, 78)
fredsrad at msn dot com
I am the Kid holding the snake on the homepage picture for the "Campers" gallery. The picture is also included with the 1977 Images labeled "Freddie McAdams". I see myself in 1977 3rd/four Chickasaws 4th from the left on the bottom. And in the 1978 Chickasaws 3rd/four wearing a red bandanna 3 over from the 1978 sign. Still checking the earlier photos. We went to Chosatonga the next year after Sequoyah closed. But my favorite by far is the snake picture on page two of the 1977 Gallery.
James McCall (1967)
JamesMcCall at allstate dot com
Was in Cabin 15 at the top of the hill. Jim Hollandsworth was my counselor. I remember Stuart Bush, Craig Kuentzel, Bill Maney (?) ... can't remember the rest ... loved the Camp!
Robert McCreary (1977-78)
robertmccreary at bellsouth dot net
This is where I connected with the outdoors, and it's been fulfilling ever since. Cabin Suppers, Mt. Mitchell Hike, The A. T., Devil's Courthouse, Looking Glass, The Nantahala, Trail Ride Hay Drops, etc. As a 2nd generation Sequoyan, everything my father taught me, and everything I teach my boys, is connected to our roots at Sequoyah. God Bless.
Jim McCummings (1955-63)
Without question the place where my character was shaped by Paul Neal, Pop Hollansworth, Uncle Mike and of course, Chief. A foundation that has served me well throughout my life in good times and in bad.
Bill McGrew (mid-1940s)
See Sally Rudkin
Phillip E. McKenzie (early 1940s)
Bill McKibbin (1972-76)
wkmck at bellsouth dot net
Felton McLaughlin (1972-75, 77)
feltonmclaughlin at earthlink dot net
It's really heart-warming to see these comments and to know that I've not been alone in my reminiscing about those summers spent at Sequoyah. Sounds like someone should organize a Grand Council. Wa-ta-ho-ta-ho!
George C. McLemore (1964, 66)
georgecmclemore at gmail dot com
Counselor, Junior Camp counselor -- Taught swimming and wrestling (on "rainy" days).
Craggy Gardens, 1964
Hike led, of course, by Pop Hollandsworth.
Frank A. McLeod III (1964-69/70)
frankamcleod at hotmail dot com
I left email for Mark Ramsing detailing some information about my brother and me. We would like to be kept informed of all activities to preserve the camp as well as reunions. My brother's name is John McLeod. We grew up in Sumter, S.C. and first attended camp in 1964, and I believe we attended for five or six years.
Tommy Merrill (1965)
tmerrill21 at cox dot net
I was at the camp the summer of 1965 either in June or July. I remember it well. I was 13 years old. I especially remember Pop!!! I can't remember which Cabin I was in however I do remember I was there with my neighbor Bobby Black and another friend Mike Miles we were from Gainesville Florida. I still live in Gainesville and the other two have moved away. I stay in touch a little with Mike, I do not know what happened to Bobby.
I also remember our Cabin someone named Hans, was our Cabin Council person. I tried to go and see the camp last year and saw that it was for sale, also I now see that it has been sold. My wife's sister owns a home near Maggie Valley and we go there twice a year. We have gone to Weaverville a number of times. Lots of childhood memories.
Skip Mersereau (1970, 71)
My years at Camp Sequoyah were the last before cranking into odd jobs and
earning a buck here and there, so there will always be a sense that these were
summers of great freedom. We had a cabin with Steve Sparkman, Lee Martin, David
Lutkin, Alec (Not Guiness), Randy Frank and ?. Sakem was our counselor my first
year and as he'd just gotten married, we were on our own. My wife likes to tell
me, "no organization in today's lawyered up world would allow anything of the
kind"....and she's right. But somehow, Time Spent Alone... well, we had plenty
of that. We had a great cabin and learned just how many times you could sing
commercial jingles or cartoon theme songs in one breath. Alec was invariably the
winner. Maybe he went on to work as the Fedex narrator? Anyway, we were a cabin
of eight weekers, though I remember a few went home at the end of the first
session when we all bundled off to canoe camp. One day when the motor boat
wouldn't start, we went off into the woods on a hike and had my first
introduction to bee hives in the ground. Garret Randolph had told me stories
about these guys, but I guess I hadn't put it together until then... pulling
some stinging thing off my upper lip I'd learned a thing or two I'd never
forget. Explained why some of the younger campers cowered in fear at the words,
"Let's go for a hike!"
Of course, Lee and I went on a 5-day hike with a counselor by the name of Jerry. Sommers Randolph was on the hike and used my pants as his napkin to clean his knife. If you remember Sommers, "He be big". Still is. And still makes me laugh. It was a great, and it was his way of saying, "Mom's not gonna bother you now. Fuggedabout her rules." Something I'm sure I needed. Hike was such a great time, I did the same hike the following year with Jerry... who'd told me he'd found "some new routes". Needless to say, miscommunication here meant that we were quickly lost. But soon enough, we managed and at the end of the hike, we were in Looking Glass country zoned out walking along when first bad news was a hornet's nest that poor "Mike" had the misfortune to have his foot squarely over ground zero. Tricky getting out of that one!... which of course ended with a sting or two. And then Fritz (from Atlanta) woke up, screamed "Rattle snake!" and threw his #10 tin can at the thing. The snake just coiled off to the side and slid off while we walked by. Most of us wanted to see it, but hadn't moved fast enough! Greatest part were the Longnecker treats and the berries along the trails.
Remember as well the cattle truck rides on trips out of camp... and my second year riding via CT from the airport behind a manure truck. Sweet smell of home! Yeah. Well we tried to distract ourselves singing rounds of songs off the Beatles "Abbey Road" album. Took a canoe trip led by Tom ? (counsellor) on the Toe River. Of course it rained - seemed to always start our trips in the rain - and we spent the night in a fallen down cabin that offered a semi-dry spot. We explored and found a tree nearby with bottle hanging on it... that was supposed to be the sign of a Moonshiners... which we were mostly naive enough to want to see. Tom knew better and had us move gingerly back. Trip ended in a delightful white effluvient being dumped from a pipe of some kind, but had been great up to that point.
You really learned an appreciation of nature... human nature and nature in her wild and semi-wild self. Plenty of time to "wonder as I wander" and all that. Miss the place. Was chatting up a Potomac School alum and remembering Tom Brothers just earlier today. Sequoyah's a place you don't forget, it was a place that pushed you to grow, and a place where some of that youth remains. Sic Transit Gloria Mundi !
George Metcalf (1943-45)
metcalf12 at embarqmail dot com
I have memories of events and geography. (We walked to Mt. Mitchell and back).
Oliver "Ollie" Metzerott (1965-67)
ometz at bellsouth dot net
I was at Sequoyah from 1965-67. I remember loving so much of my experiences there, particularly the cabin hikes and sleepouts in the woods, canoe camp, and Sunday dinner. I had no idea this website existed, but it is full of images and comments that help my nostalgic haze clear up somewhat.
Paul F. Mickey (1958-61)
I spent four great summers at Sequoyah (I believe they were 1958-1961), moving from Junior Camp through Cherokee to Catawba. My counselor my last year was Sam (last name Cole, I believe), and we had a lively cabin (Jeff Finn, Tom Crocker, and a Southerner named Frank). The counselors were terrific, from Pop to Yoshi the gymnast to Corbett Alexander to Vince Hubbard – each was totally committed to giving us a unique experience. The one who has stuck with me the most was named Bob, I believe, and around campfires he’ll pull out his guitar or his banjo and play songs he learned from a new folk group called The Kingston Trio. I cajoled my parents into buying me both instruments as soon as I returned home, I worked like a demon to master them, and I’ve spent some of the happiest hours of the last five decades playing in folk, bluegrass and jazz ensembles of all sorts. I’d never have played a lick of music if I hadn’t heard Bob strumming his instruments , and I’ll always be deeply grateful for that experience. If anyone remembers Bob and knows how to reach him, I’d be most grateful for his contact information, it would be fun to thank him for the gift he gave.
Charles F. "Chuck" Middleton (1952-55)
cmiddleton9 at comcast dot net
My younger brother Philip (aka “Rabbit”) went a year before me, I think 1951. Mac Francis was my counselor my second year, and he got me interested in the Sourdough program, and I went on this excursion my last three years. Mac’s brother, John G, was also there as a counselor, and their mother ran the archery program. A few years later Bruce Capps and I were counselors at Camp Mondamin for several summers, as well as housemates our last year in college at USC, and Bruce was in our wedding in 1965. The last time I visited Sequoyah was in the winter of 1967, and we stayed with Bruce in Chief’s house. I have completely lost track of friends from those years, but they were a highlight of my childhood. I would love to hear from anyone from those wonderful days.
Bill Miller (1971)
ww2vehicle at cbnstl dot com
Hello gang from Cabin 17. Bill Miller-Catawba brave reporting in 8/7/06. Sequoyah exposed many of my weaknesses. I learned much during my 5 week stay. Steve Austin and Don (Siren) Scarboro kept me focused. When times have gotten tough over the years I think of Sakim's words of "This Is My Burden-Pass It On." Steve Longenecker's snake training paid off on the 40 mile hike, when coming within 12 inches of stepping on a rattler. I visited the camp in 1983, and with my wife in 1991. The old cabin was still there as well as the wooden roster plaque. I dated my visit on the wall or plaque. I shed some tears with emotion. Some of the names Ill never forget - Bob Gravly, Stewart Southerland, Chase Love, Buck Andrews.... Hope to hear from you fellows some day again. Thank you for the memories! Indiana Bill signing off.
Jim Miller (1972-74)
I was talking to my older brother Bill yesterday and he said he had seen this site. He too was a camper in the mid 60's.
In reading the posts, like many of you have said, a flood on memories came rushing back to me. Camp Sequoyah was probably one of the most important experiences of my childhood. Climbing, swimming, water skiing at canoe camp, riding horses, 2 weeks on a horse "Lightening" on the Big Butt trip. Riding along the blue ridge mountain ridge with nothing but clouds down below us and picking berries off of the bushes as we rode by.
Mike Miller inspired me to become an Eagle Scout, Steve Longnecker taught me how to fix Longnecker lumps which I prepared for years on backpacking and scout camping trips. I remember a counselor Rusty Trebert (I think), he showed me the true meaning of environmental respect. I remember Bruce Capps gathering the camp together to tell us of the death of Tom Brothers. My Cherokee counselor Del Capitan, he played the trumpet, very cool but he played revile every morning off of the front porch of our cabin and it was loud. I remember one of the councilors heading for the shower every morning singing 'oh what a beautiful morning' and butchering it completely.
I still live in Texas but transitioned from Houston to Austin. I have a beautiful wife Amy. She and I travel frequently. I tried to go back to see the camp in the mid 80s but in talking to folks near by the news was it had been developed. I got as far as the front gate. It was locked and I just could not press on further.
I'm actually in one of the pictures and I'm going to start digging for more
to post, I know I have them somewhere.
It strange, so many times I've had strong memories of Sequoyah and it's drifted so far into my memory I was beginning to wonder if it was real. Thanks to all of you for verifying and sharing some of my most precious memories.
Keep me in the loop! I'll be at a reunion.
Mike Miller (1964-74)
jmm8 at cdc dot govI was thrilled to find this wonderful Sequoyah site. I'd love to chat with the greatest alumni in the world! Our spirits smile, for some reason, when our minds take us back to this magic place. Would love to hear from all old campers (16ers and 18ers) and counselors.
Michael Moore (1977, 78)
Neal Morrison (1973-74)
I attended Sequoyah in the summers of 73 and 74 as a Cherokee and a Catawba. I was pleased to discover this site and have enjoyed seeing the pictures and remembering my personal experiences at this special place. I would love to return and walk the ground with my wife and kids and may try to do so soon. Special thanks to those people that have worked to create this site and preserve the Sequoyah heritage!
Charles H Moses III (1962)
mosesc3 at aol dot comAs a former counselor and member of the work crew in 2002, I hated missing the 2004 summer event. Lets do another one.
Rick Murray (1960)
richmurray at comcast dot net
I was there only one year but I had the best time of my life. I will always remember my weeks there and I still think of the guys who I bunked with. We would try to ride horses every day – what a fantastic time we had, including an overnight horseback trip. A week at the lake was also very nice.
Dennis Nelson (1965-67)
dnelson52 at comcast dot net
I'm so glad to have found this site.
David Nichols (1965-67)
andesign at embarqmail dot com
Suitable for framing
Eddie Novellas (1957)
enovellas at aol dot com
Not sure when I attended but I believe it was 1957, when my brother Willy and I came from Cuba to spend our summer at the best camp in the world. Unfortunately I do not have many specific memories, but I do remember it as the best summer ever.
Martin "MJ" O'Brien (1978)
martin at martinobriencabinetmaker dot com
Through the years I've always remembered Sequoyah and have felt that the experience played a large role in the paths I've chosen. I'm glad to have had the opportunity to see this website and welcome any contact with fellow Sequoyans.
Bob O'Callaghan (1956-64)
BKOC at rockbridge dot net
Rick Palmer (1962, 63)
rpalmer007 at triad dot rr dot com
I went to Camp Sequoyah for 2 summers when I lived in New Orleans. The last summer, after my stay, I took the train north to NYC instead of south back to NO because my family had moved while I was at camp. I now live in Gibsonville, NC (Burlington) and just got back from a quick day trip into Weaverville to find my “Mecca”… unsuccessfully. I’ll be returning there in a few weeks to try again. I did find the entrance some years back. Apparently it had become a kind of new age spirituality center. There were multiple “no trespassing” signs at the gate, so my wife and I didn’t go in. I’m hoping to see it again this next time.
I was at camp in the summers of 1962 (Tuscarora) and 1963 (Iroquois). The memories are still pretty numerous and sharp. Pop Hollingsworth playing taps while he turned slowly around on the athletic field, the haunting strains of his bugle echoing off the mountainsides. An Iroquois shower. The “logslide” run. Hiking to and camping out on Bald Knob, waking with frost on the tip of my nose. Watching with awe and wonder when the Tsali guys showed up in camp. The little chapel on the hill. Fuzz sticks. Chief’s “sex” talk… just prior to the dance with the Junaluska gals… or was it Montreat? Dusty and his “rebel” cavalry. “Al,” my ultra-cool Iroquois counselor, the youngest guy I had ever seen with a more-or-less permanent 5 o’clock shadow. I’m just getting started. And I used my Sequoyah sleeping bag for at least 20 years.
Sequoyah is one of my favorite gates to my past… when I open it a little, so many of the experiences that helped form me come rushing through. The lessons learned and memories I have stashed are too numerous to count… some profound, and all durable.
David Patterson (1962-67)
pattersond at duvalschools dot org
cfk32stj at comcast dot net
I never stayed there as a kid but am related to those who started it. Aunt Kitty was my grandmothers husbands sister I think ???? Her name was Elsie Chambers. I have been to the camp many times as a kid with my grandmother and aunt Kitty. I still remember her white 1963 Chevy !! Recently because of my Uncle Tommy’s ( Grandma Elsie’s son and my mom Diane’s brother ) death in Asheville I acquired some of his old things. I have some old books from the camp with the original book plates and some old tables and things. As I get older I realize how Important it is to hold on to family history. One of these days I would like to come up there and show the place to my daughter. Please include me on any newsletters you have that go out and know I have fond memories of the camp and all of those who helped it to happen and run.
Dan Peschio (mid-1970s)
dpeschio at gmail dot com
I was at Sequoia for two or three summers in the mid 1970's and I remember it well. I learned some important life lessons that I've never forgotten - like how to tie a bowline. And had some great times eating stolen watermelon in the creek by the dinning hall, or our cabins over-night hikes. I woke up this morning remembering Star Ellis's secret camping spot from one of those hikes - Fartnicks Hideaway - and how we had to break down camp in the morning so we left no trace that we had been there. There was another trip I will never forget but I don't remember many details. I was about 7 or 8 years old. We arrived at a high knob in the afternoon. The grass was tall and there were flowers in bloom with lots of bees buzzing around. We played hide and seek, laying down in the grass as the sun set, then collected blueberries for pancakes the next morning. About as perfect as it gets.
I now live in Asheville, and my wife and I would like to attend the reunion in June 2012 and have some BBQ with everyone.
Bob Philpott (1957-61)
bphilpott at pbandw dot com
Richard Pollard (1977, 78)
et9t3 at yahoo dot com
I'm glad to see a website for the camp. Great idea!
Mike Poole (1964-66)
thegroover at sbcglobal dot net
I did a Google image search for camp to see if there were any pictures and followed them to your website. I went through the guest book and was pleasantly surprised to see a picture of what I believe is myself and cabin mates posted by counselor George McLemore. It's too long ago for me to remember names, but the faces caught my eye.
I was there for 3 years, two of them in junior camp. Like everyone that was there, the lessons learned have served me throughout my life. I always wanted to go back for a walk around, but it was nice to see the pictures posted, both old and new. I had a camera but I don't know where the pictures are. Maybe still at my mothers house. I do have a couple my Dad must have took though, both at Chiefs house. The photo is of me, with the glasses, and my brothers and 2nd cousins.
rvpoole at cox dot net
My father, Willis Poole, was a cousin to Karen Johnson Conway. I remember hearing stories of Camp Sequoyah and have a renewed interest in the camp after viewing Eustace Conway on Mountain Men. My oldest brother, Mike, attended camp there (I believe 3 years), and our family spent a week there when I was approximately four or five years old. I remember sleeping in a covered wagon during what was one of the worst storms of the season. I also remember swimming in the lake and watching the older kids, since Mom stated I was too young to go off the high dive.
Dad visited Karen a year or two before his passing and shared with us that Karen and he walked the abandoned grounds of the camp.
Gerald Porter (1963)
The partially hidden sign above the doorway reads "Hopis." Standing to the left is a youngster named Ed Story who was at camp with his younger brother Lyle and father who was a minister from Berea, Kentucky. Ed was not assigned a group of campers and I am not sure just what he did. Standing behind is Marvin Lewis, from High Point, North Carolina, who worked with Corbett Alexander that summer. Marvin was in school at Campbell College. That's me, Gerald Porter, sitting. I had just finished my junior year at Mississippi State and lived at the time in Decatur, Alabama, very near where Paul Neal lived. I worked in the office next to Mr. Johnson, and did typing and other office errands for Chief and Jim Miller.
A paycheck stub
A window into different times
Carl M. Powe, Jr. (1952)
cpowe at aol dot com
What a marvelous surprise to find your great site. Walter Fike and I were Junior Counselors the summer of 1952. Walter had be
en to Sequoyah many times, but it was my first. It made a splendid transition before starting the freshman year at The Citadel. Since one of my duties was to be a hike guide, I recall Pop Hollingsworth taking me on all of the trails in one day. I am from South Carolina and was not accustomed to the steep slopes. Walter and I maintained contact for several years and he visited me at Huntsville, AL in 1958 while en route to Lake City, FL. Karen, Chief's daughter attended Coker College in my home town of Hartsville, SC. After graduation from The Citadel in 1956, I married the same girl (still married - 52 years) I was dating at the time I went to Sequoyah. We visited Sequoyah and I also took a scout troop there for a weekend during that period. Some of my fondest memories are of Sequoyah including Chief's "Vigil" for Junior Counselors.
I had never heard of the camp when the
Mother of a scout in the troop (I was Junior Assistant Scoutmaster) asked me if
I would like to be a Junior Counselor. Her son, John Neely, had gone to Sequoyah
so she helped me become a Junior Counselor.
The only camper I remember was Felipe Fernandez Romero (sp?) from Cuba. Have often wondered what happened with him. There was a Counselor who was on the Duke gymnastics team -- don't remember his name. His gymnastics demonstration was the first I had seen. C S Sherwood was Program Director and I did go to his house at Portsmouth, VA when I was stationed at Ft. Story, VA. CS was a chemistry professor at William and Mary. Over the years, we have seen news about Karen Johnson in the Coker College alumni news. Chief would come to Coker to see Karen occasionally. He had a green Buick Super or Roadmaster. I well remember the all night Vigil Chief provided for Junior Counselors. He took the time to review with me details of the experience on Inspiration Point.
John Pugh (1977, 78)
jpugh at fineartlamps dot com
I attended Sequoyah in the summers of 1977 and 1978 and treasure the memories found there. From the hikes, sports, making of new friends and the beautiful setting, I realize that I learned more about myself than I actually knew back then. I look back at those times as an old friend that is with me for a lifetime. The older I get, the more treasured the memory.
Scott Rafshoon (1975-78)
srafshoon at lanlaw dot com
My eight-year-old son, Michael, will be ready for sleep away camp next summer. He has heard me talk about Sequoyah and wants to go to a similar camp. Any suggestions? Twenty-four years after my last year at Sequoyah (which was also the last year of the camp) I still think back on it as among the best times of my life.
Hugh Rambo (1954)
jackiscareful at yahoo dot com
I was only there one summer, but it was character-building for me! I remember Uncle Mike, Pop, Chief, Paul and counselors Dave Rogers, Dave Mulder, John Black, Knute Yorheim, and especially Carl Stewart. Carl's job was to edit the Thunderbird. Years later I read a novel, by a man named Reynolds Price, which tracked the camp experiences of a counselor at a camp which could only have been at Sequoyah. This fictional counselor, edited the Thunderbird, studied Indian lore, was from Gastonia and went to Duke. So did Carl. Reynolds Price is an English professor at Duke! What I want to know is did the two collaborate on this novel? I believe that Carl later entered politics, and was a member of the NC legislature. If anybody knows about this, e-mail me please.
Mark Ramsing (1962-64) (Tsali 1966)
dwramsing at starfishnet dot com
Since the 1999 reunion I have had a chance to return several times to the place that provided so many important memories for me as a child. I cherish the time spent over the last few years with my former counselor David Glasgow, with the many new 'Old' Sequoyah friends (like the ones I met every summer at camp), and with Katherine and Barry, who have made us all welcome and allowed us to rekindle the special spirit we all were instilled with at Sequoyah. I especially thank Jack*****...the next best thing to being in those hills is hiking through the website!
Tom Rand (1942 or 43, 46 or 47, 52-54)
trand at nc.rr dot com
First went to camp at age 5 with my brother age 7. Homesick for 6 weeks but loved it. At Tsali for its inaugural season. Fondest memory is probably canoeing down the Nantahala. All three of my sons attended, and with me visited the camp several years ago, after bushwhacking down from Baldy. We couldn't find the old trail. Probably gone.
Walter Rand (1950s)
Will Rand (1973-78)
therands at STIS dot net
I spent 5 half-summers at Camp Sequoyah, and cannot to this day adequately express how deeply felt the experience of being immersed in the Carolina mountains was.
Somers Randolph (1963-1973)
sculptr at aol dot com
rbraney at austin dot rr dot com
J. C. Rawls (1975, 76)
spartan23 at msn dot com
I attended Camp Sequoyah in 1975 and 1976. My five older brothers all attended as well in the late 60's and early 70's.
Joe Rawls (1966-72)
jsrawlsjr at bellsouth dot net
A big "How How" for everyone working to preserve Sequoyah. Y'all have fun at the reunion. My brothers, Steve, John, and I visited Sequoyah in June 2005. Many thanks to Barry Durand and family.
John P. Rawls (1971-75)
Rawls5 at aol dot com
I attended Sequoyah from 1971 to 1975. I am glad that the camp is still there. I visited the camp in 1983 and again in 1990 and each time I felt it would be the last time before it was demolished. Please let me know how I can help preserve "my" camp.
Craig Redwine (early-mid-1950s)
craig at redwine dot net
My friend and fellow camper Jerry
Smith from Lexington (where we grew up) sent me the link to the website this
morning. I have been here for over two hours and cannot pull myself away.
Sequoyah was the best thing that ever happen to me as a boy. I think I was a
member of every tribe. There are way too many wonderful memories to list but
several stand out: the truck ride to Canoe Camp (can you imagine doing that
today), walking the streets of Cherokee, "Unto these Hill", learning to sail,
shoot the rapids, etc. etc., the hike to Lovelace Gap, coming down the log slide
(did we really or was that legend?), horseback riding in Pisgah, the icy water
in the lake, box hockey, inspection, singing "On the Road to Mandalay," ....I
could go on and on.
I have returned to Camp on two occasions: found my named carved on the plaques in the cabins, walked up to Inspiration Point, and remembered how blessed we were to know Chief, C.S., Pop, Mrs. Frances, Mrs Wheeler, and all the friends whose names I have long forgotten.
Thanks to whoever put this up. Let me know what I can do to help.
Jeff Reece (1942-52)
Jeffreece at charter dot net
What a great place and such good people. This is a great Website, glad I found it.
Warren "Ren" Reid (1952-57)
renreid at hotmail dot com
This camp had a major, positive, lifelong influence on me. I was taught the appreciation for the outdoors and the benefits of hiking and camping. I sent my children to Mondamin and Greencove because I recognized the value of this type of camp experience. Chief Johnson instilled the values of the native people through an extensive Indian-lore program that was led by Uncle Mike Hoffman. My association with Chief Bell at Mondamin was that of a parent of campers, but he had a similar approach to the experience and my wife and I were always treated as guests of the land. The extensive outdoor program led by Pop at Sequoyah (A wintertime dorm counciler at the Asheville school for boys) taught me the physical discipline that I used extensively in marathon and bicycle training in my adult years. On a side note, Pop's son Jimmy endend up being a fraternity brother of mine at Davidson College in the 1960's. I would be happy for any former cabin-mates, camp-mates, councelors, etc. to contact me.
Andy Rist (1975-78)
andrew.rist at gmail dot com
Wow... What a blast from the past! I showed my little boy the picture from the '77 catalog, and he couldn't believe I was ever that young. I look at them and can't believe we able to do the things we did when we were that young. Camp Sequoyah was definitely a major part in my life, thanks for putting this site up.
John B. Rowe (Camper ~ 1964-66, Counselor 1974)
jbenrowe328 at yahoo dot com
I learned so much about the out of doors
and about being in, on, and around the water. Don Scarborough was a great
inspiration to me as a leader, and I had many memorable experiences camping and
celebrating our connection to nature at Tribal Councils.
I'd love to keep up with what is going on with the sale of the property. It would be a shame if the property could not be restored as a wonderful camp.
Joaquin Saenz (1974)
saenz ar autogermana dot com co
Hi. I attended Camp the summer of '74 with my two brothers. Today, 30 years latter I am trying to find a suitable camp for my son to go to in the USA. I would appreciate any suggestions.
sally at stitchinspiration dot com
My father, Bill McGrew, attended Camp Sequoyah during the mid-40’s, and always talked about those wonderful days. He passed back in 1988, but we found one of his diaries kept during his Sourdough year. I’m working on pulling together memories from his diary to share with the family, and ran across your website online with more similar stories to all he’d ever told us.
Then, I discovered the article written by Wilby Coleman, mentioning taking the long hike in 1945, and finding out about the atom bomb. You see, my father talks about that exact experience – Sourdough – in his diary, bomb and all. I dug out a few photographs that he’d taken during that time, and find that Wilby Coleman is tagged in his photograph. They were there together.
I just wanted to share these photographs with you, as they really do come from some very special times in his life. I might have never had an opportunity to see Camp Sequoyah with my own eyes, but it still is a special place to me. I’ve become friends with another gentleman who spent time there 20 years later, and he tells many of the same types of stories.
Thanks for this website, it really is neat to have a chance to learn more about the camp, and the men who made those summers such incredible times for the boys.
sakim at tfn dot net
"If you would nature's beauty see, Come to Sequoyah..." Those words say more and more and mean more and more as the years race by. Yes, I have memories - good and bad, happy and sad. There are cherished friends who are still as close now as we were in the cabins we shared. I can't do it at the moment, but in the near future I will be able to supply a lot of times for the memory cache of us all. At the end of my last summer there, I began a project that was completed over the Christmas holidays, when I returned to visit the camp again: I laboriously copied every name on the rolls from the 30s to the early 70s. Likewise, there are many photos of important events that I am only too happy to share. Till then, may all prosper and be in good health. And may we not forget the names and friendships of those now sitting in that great Council Ring in the world above. Perhaps we can compile a list of deceased Sequoyans and post it as a memorial. All are important to me, those I knew and those I didn't. After all these years, each Christmas Eve, no matter where in the world I am, the little homemade candleholder is carefully unpacked and lighted. Then, I go outside to a nice clearing, sit down quietly and immerse myself in the flame's faint, flickering glow and remember, pray and sometimes . . . .
It will be even more meaningful this year. May you each remember, too.
Mark Scafati (1973-75, 77)
MSCAFATI at aol dot com
Walter "Professor" Kuentzel --- Great Collection - Chickasaws - Bytonga!
Don Scarborough (1969-77)
dscarbor at highpoint dot edu
I was a Tuscarora counselor my first year and then Catawba Tribal Leader for the rest of my stay at Sequoyah. Sequoyah is a treasured memory.
Dave Schindler (1975-77)
dave at soveran dot net
See...if I had remembered that it isn't "Sequoia" but "SEQUOYAH" I would have found this much sooner. I will pass along to others that I know from my home town of Lexington, KY. Actually my Mom sent me a bunch of old stuff which included letters from my counselors (Steve French, Eden Nichols, Tom Young[?] and some pictures. I also sent the URL to my brothers Chris (in DC) and Steve (Lexington).
Thanks to Barry Durand for all the help getting me here - I have been looking for a while!
Dick "Smitty" Schmidt (camper 1954-60, Tsali 1961, counselor 1962, 63)
rhsphs at gmail dot com
What a great website, and thanks so much for putting it up. I was a Sequoyah camper every summer from 1954 through 1960, then a Tsali camper one year and a Sequoyah counselor for two. Then I became an Episcopal priest, author on Christian spirituality, and most recently, editor of Forward Day by Day, a quarterly devotional guide published in Cincinnati. My wife of 43 years, Pam, and I are the parents of three grown sons, all doing well. Next week is the last week of work for me. We will have retired to our new home in Fairhope, Alabama by September 1. It's been a good life so far, and Sequoyah was a very good part of it. I love the photos posted on this website.
Paul Schmidt (1953-64)
drpaul at mynewlife dot com
From Junior Camp to Tsali every year 1953 though 1964.
Douglas Schoonover (1965-71)
schoonovermotors at fuse dot net
Sitting here at work getting ready to turn 50 and started to think of my wonderful past. Then Camp Sequoyah and Tsali came to mind and I found your web page.... Thanks for the memories.
Edward "Beep" Schuh (1974-77)
rhino at smilinrhino dot com
Sequoyah has a very special place in my heart! It will remain the best of my childhood memories.
Charles Schwartz (1962, 63)
Ken Schwartz (1964)schwartz.corp at verizon dot net
Charlie "Scotty" Scott (1963)
I was a Catawba at the camp in 1963. It was an awesome experience. I still have some of the stuff I made there...My father was also a counselor there a number of years before me. I live in Atlanta but spend many hours hiking the trails in North Carolina mountains. I do hope to make it up to see the property soon. Thanks for maintaining this way back to the camp.
Wayne Scroggs (1967, 1969-71)
wscroggs at knology dot net
For those who might have an old address book from our days at camp - yes the address is the same as it was 30 years ago. I am living in my old hometown & I have kept my Dad's old P.O. box.
Fred Serral (1973-74)
The 1973 Cabin 30 with Chuck McGrady was as good as Summer Camp Gets!
Randolph "Ran" Shaffner (throughout the 1950s as camper and counselor)
anwil at nctv dot com
To quote from the Preface to "Heart of the Blue Ridge," my recent history of Highlands, N.C.: "It was Chief C. Walton Johnson's Camp Sequoyah, located in the mountains of Western North Carolina, that inspired in me a love for their incomparable beauty, which I've never lost. The miles of hikes that I've enjoyed, accompanied by friends and family, through these forested peaks and valleys over the years have only served to confirm the undying love that ancient mountains such as these can create in the human heart." Camp Sequoyah's chief value--as much as it developed character, fostered lasting friendships and memories, and instilled a heartwarming appreciation of nature--was its enduring appeal to the soul. There's an old Manderin saying: "Why do I live among the green mountains? I laugh and answer not. My soul is serene." Anyone who attended or counseled at Camp Sequoyah surely knows this as undeniably true.
Ervin Shaw (1940-44)
ebshaw2 at gte dot net
Great experiences, water sports, hiking, craft shop, horse shoe pits, playing in the creek, camp fires and Sunday morning worship on the hillside beyond the lake etc,etc. My family and I have returned a few times, it always brings back fond memories. Thanks for the web site.
Philip Singer (~1957-61)
fpgsinger at earthlink dot net
David W. Sisk (1975-78)
sisk at macalester dot edu
Sequoyah touched me more deeply than I can briefly express (a feeling which I am sure other old Sequoyans share). It was a formative experience in my life and the lessons I learned there continue to shape the person I am--for the better, I hope. I remember sneaking past the "No Trespassing" sign in summer 1981 and walking through the deserted campus. It was wrenching. Knowing that it has been spared from destruction, and can now be preserved--even only for our memories--is tremendously heartening to me.
John F. Sisk (1975-78)
jsisk at emory dot edu
Wow! What a rush of great memories...Grand
Council, bug juice, Free Swim, the track meet at the end of camp, Tsali Hill,
old spooky deserted Camp Tsali, Big Gold, box hockey and tetherball...
Thanks for putting this together. I have some photos that I'll certainly have to send very soon. My brother David and I were campers 1975, 76, 77 and 78. Four GREAT years to be a kid!
Alexander P. "Sandy" Smith (1973-74)
altonsmith at mindspring dot com
Had a great time. From running up the mountain almost every morning, to getting my gold star, to playing capture the flag, to hiking on the Appalachian Trail. Hi to all my old buddies, and to all the Chickasaws!
Gerald Smith (1946, 47)
gsmithpoa at aol dot com
Steve Smith (Junior Camp 1957)
I remember the hike to Bald Knob with Pop Hollandsworth. Box Hockey champion for camp session. Learned to swim in the cold mountain lake. King of the Mat in wrestling. Watching Bob Philpott in loin cloth doing Indian dances and yells!!! Chief Mike, Indian Lore and Council Ring. The beauty and serene silence of the mountains....
Will Smithwick (1969-72, 76-78)
wlz285 at charter dot net
I will never forget my summers and one winter at Sequoyah! The things I learned at Sequoyah have helped me throughout life. I really miss the friendships and leadership Sequoyah provided.
Luke Snyder (1947-1950)
lukesnyder at carolina.rr dot com
Great web site. I went to this camp for three or four years. I learned a lot, but I was only 6 through 10 years old.
Steve Sparkman (1969-71)
Vince Stone (1964)
vstone at piedrasoftware dot com
I recall fondly the hike around Table Rock, Linville Gorge, and up Mt. Mitchell. I was very surprised to get to the top and find a highway there (BRP)! I ended up at camp with two left hiking boots. By the time my mother got a right boot to me it was too late to get them properly broken in for the hike, with the expected results on my feet. I also remember sleeping in sleeping bags in the big field one night to watch Telstar (or some satellite) pass over.
Robert Stoney (1968-71)
rstoney at bklawva dot com
I was a Catawba from 1968-71 and have defined myself internally by those summers. I understand that the camp has been bought by owners sensitive to the camp’s history -- bravo!
Wally Story (mid-1960s)
clmtgrs at bellsouth dot net
asinaustin at aol dot com
I've happened upon your website by accident in looking for camp logos -- I'm a graphic designer. But I also happen to be a former camper too, not of Sequoyah, but of an all girls' camp in Wimberley, TX called Rocky River Ranch. I'm writing simply to express my sorrow that so many of you lost such a treasured piece of your past and so suddenly. Rocky River is truly where my heart dwells and luckily I don't live too far, so I visit once a month or so. It's still running, they're celebrating their 50th anniversary this year. I can say this though, with development creeping its way to Wimberley, my mind often cringes at the thought that someday Rocky River will be no more. It's funny, if someone who had never been a camper were to read this, they more than likely would never understand the sentiment of these words. I do hope that now that you all can visit the site that some peace can be found and childhoods revisited through that hazy mist that is simply time.
Walter Sullivan (1965)
sullivanwrs at comcast dot net
I was a counselor there in the summer of 1965 and had a memorable experience. Memories of my time there last until today. A good friend of mine followed me there the following year, as I moved on to another camp in upstate New York....Robert Bennett was his name. Memorable names from the counselor list of 1964 include Steve Cheshire from Thomasville, Ga and Trudge Herbert from North Carolina.
Ricky Summerford (1966)
rickloco2 at yahoo dot com
I was only 9 when I went to jr. camp and had the time of my life in the summer of 1966. Tom Hugeley was my cabin counselor.
Dan Sweeney (1978)Daniel_Sweeney at peoplesoft dot com
Funny how things go. I was remembering how great summers used to be this morning and on a whim ran Sequoyah through Google and Bam I was back. Great to see so many old names and see the place again. I haven't been "in camp" since '86 but she still has the magic. I was only at Sequoyah in '78 but the influence is huge . . .
Wonnie "Junior" Taylor (1960s)
jgtel at hotmail dot com
I worked at Camp Sequoyah during the early 60's. After starting work in 1965, I visited Camp Sequoyah from 1965 through 1970 for one week during the summer. I worked in the kitchen doing different work. I enjoyed my employment while at Sequoyah. Sequoyah is the most blessed place I ever worked. I will never forget Sequoyah. Mrs. Beulah Fort Hunt; who passed away in 1985, is the reason I started working at Sequoyah. She is the most blessed one I have known. Chief Johnson is another blessed one. I will never forget him either. I lived in Dublin, Georgia at 1702 Hwy 319 N. 31027. I have lived in Dublin all but eight months of my life.
I have many friends who went to Sequoyah. They are precious to me. I sure miss hearing from them. I sent out at least 100 Christmas cards a year to different campers and staff from year to year. That started in 1960 until 1970. I would love to hear from any Old Sequoyans who knew me then.
Tom "Tommy" Thomson (1965, 66)
tthomson at tswinvest dot com
I was known as “Tommy” Thomson when I was at Sequoyah, which I believe was in
the summers of ’65 and ’66 when I was 11 and 12 years old. Based on my counselor
Brud Harbourt’s entry above, in 1965’s second session I was in Cabin 16, and I
think I was in Cabin 22 the following summer with counselor George Boomer, whom
I recall wrestled for Princeton (and taught us to wrestle). Brud used to go out
and get us candy in town at night. Some fellow campers’ names I recall include
Widgie Kornegay (who could forget a name like that?) and A.J. Cohen (could run
like the wind!), and I hope others will come to me as I do some further research
into the family archives. Thanks to Brud for reminding me of cabin-mates Ollie
Metzerott, A.J. Cohen, John Lemmon, David Edgar, Mark Haddex and Lindsey Logan.
My brother Don Thomson followed me to Sequoyah and originally pointed me to this web site; he has actively been following developments at Sequoyah and took his boys to visit the site a few years ago. My parents yanked me out of Camp Morehead after two years because they thought it was nothing but unorganized play (that was pretty accurate), and thank God they found Sequoyah! It made a profound impression on me, I still prefer the mountains to the ocean, and the lessons I learned at “The Camp With a Purpose” have stuck with me forever. What an incredibly beautiful place, with super-cold water, weekly camping trips, Canoe Camp, and everything else that makes it resonate more than 40 years later. I remember one camping trip where all my cabin-mates slept under the stars. I moved under the plastic tarp that guarded the food when it started to rain and thus stayed dry, but I was rudely awakened during the night by three skunks crawling over me going for the food. I survived odor-free, but it taught me never to sleep near the food.
If you aren’t already aware of them, two great books in which Sequoyah figures prominently are The Tongues of Angels by Reynolds Price (Sequoyah in the ‘50’s) and The Last American Man by Elizabeth Gilbert (biography of Chief’s grandson Eustace Conway).
Spencer Thompson (1965, 66)
SThomp1256 at aol dot com
It is a wonderful thing you have done to create this site. Mike Miller and I once discussed purchasing the camp together. For pre-existing vocational goals we chose not to formulate a plan. Mike was a GREAT program man, and I am good at business, but with the heart of a child welfare administrator and Methodist clergyman. One always wonders "what if". I visited Mrs. Johnson after chief passed away, and Mike Hoffman until he died, albeit that I lived up in Boston at the time. I am now retired, with a home still in Arcade, N Y, but spend most of the year at another home I prefer in Oaxaca, Mexico. As I look back on my life I have to say that a quotation I heard of only in the Sequoyah song and quote book has always come to mind. "On the plains of hesitation bleach the bones of countless thousands, who in sight of a goal sat down to rest, and resting, died." Hundreds of children are adopted into new homes, and thousands more beneficiaries of quality services, because I truly internalized that belief. REGARDS to ALL, Spencer G. Thompson
Jim Toler ("early 70s")
Rusty Triebert (1970-73)
rtriebert at jamisbikes dot comMy name is Rusty Triebert. I was a Cherokee counselor 1970/71/72 on the mountaineering staff with Tom Brothers who died in Idaho mountains in '75 and with Steve Longenecker, who's still wandering around the area with Falling Creek. Both the Grand Council ring with the morning birds and sunlight filtering through the trees at morning watch and the "secret rings" up on the mountain to the East have very special deep meaning to me, now 30 years since I was there. A few years ago I was able to walk the property legally with permission and re-visited my old haunts...the spirit was still there. I applaud those who are preserving this tradition and hope to visit again and join the efforts. I'm on the back row of the '71 staff photo, clean shaven, 3rd from the left next to Steve Longenecker and in the '72 photo, second from the right, bearded and barefoot, sitting on the ground on the first row.
"Bobby" Vaughn (1975-78)
bv at wvmlaw dot com
I was recently in North Carolina, and like many of you, thought of camp Sequoyah. In fact I had been there once with my wife to show her the place several years ago. The sign wasn't as severe as the one posted here but it still said "no trespassing." We did anyway. I would love to keep up with what is going on with the old camp. And am willing to help with efforts to preserve it. Is there any chance it might ever be a camp again? I, like many of you, have such fond memories of the camp.
Paul Verespy (1977, 78)
Paul.Verespy at ky dot gov
A friend said he had a picture of me from Camp Sequoyah. I was totally shocked. Had no idea this web site was there. Two great summers of my life.
Bill Veronda (1959)
william.veronda at ubs dot com
I was a Catawba in 1959. I met fabulous people there. Thinking of them led to this website. I was a city boy who learned to ride horses well under Corbett Alexander.
Jeff Weisner (1977, 78)
weisner5 at earthlink dot net
WOW! I accidentally stumbled upon a link to this site from Eustace Conway's site www.turtleislandpreserve dot com. Until stepping back through the portals of time via this site, I did not realize the depth to which Sequoyah affected my life.
George Wentworth (1958-59)
gpwentworth at gmail dot com
First, what an incredible gift you have given all of us who were part of this
wonderful place. I was there just a couple of years ago in mid-summer and it was
like years melting off of my life. The camp was still there, mostly in tact, and
looking like it did in 1958, with just a few thousand more hornets around than I
It is so interesting that I found the website today as I was just discussing the camp with a friend. Ever since I visited (I ignored the "No Trespassing" signs), I had an idea...a dream, really. If it is still there after the last two or three years, I would love to, as I was discussing with my friend, find a way to create a foundation, obtain the property, rehab it, and in Chief's honor, turn it into a Camp for underpriviledged children. What a way to give back. If anyone is interested in working on this as an endeavor, I would love to hear from you. I believe this is a dream that can come true. It would help future generations of kids who couldn't otherwise afford such an experience, possible change lives, and it would be a tribute to a great man by seing his dream continue to help the youth of the future. Not to mention that it would preserve this property for its original intended use forever. I welcome your ideas and correspondence.
Larry I. White (1967-71)
lawrence at wbcpa dot com
Am so excited to find Camp Website! I was a Chichasaw Counselor (Cabin C-1) in 67 & 68, Cherokee Tribal Leader in 69, and Camp Associate Director in 70 & 71. Mike Miller informed me of the Site and I have found so many individuals registered on site that have such a special meaning to me, that I am just beside myself. I want everybody who reads this to know that Camp Sequoyah and the experiences I shared there with so many people are forever in my thoughts. I look forward to visiting with many of you and please remember, "Happy is Being a Chickasaw".
Steve White (1955-1960)
swhite2058 at charter dot net
I was a camper at Sequoyah in 1955, 1956, and 1957. I attended Camp Tsali in
1958 and 1959. Camp Tsali was located on the same mountain, above Sequoyah.
Tsali was a Camp for only 24 boys—you had to be invited. I came back to Sequoyah
as an Assistant Counselor in 1960.
What memories—and photos—I have regarding those years. And life brought me back full circle to Asheville in late 1978; I am still here. At that time, Pop Hollandsworth was an Instructor at the Asheville School. Since my 1978 arrival, I became a friend of Chief Johnson’s son, Bill who was in real estate; he passed away in 2007. I wrote his family a letter about my friendship with Sequoyah and him. Then, recently, I found a website containing a wonderful 1967 eulogy given by Perry Crouch, then the Pastor at the First Baptist Church of Asheville, about Chief, who attended his church. Then, in 1991, my wife and I joined this same church; two of our children were married in it. My wife and I still attend this Church.
Shortly after my 1978 arrival in Asheville, with Bill Johnson’s permission, I walked part of the old Sequoyah property. Johnson gave me a photo—which I still have—of our Tsali camper group in either 1958 or 1959. I have other photos either I took or others took of my time at Sequoyah and Tsali and Canoe Camp—my doing the Flaming Hoop Indian Dance at a Grand Council, leaving Camp on one of the Sourdough hikes. Photos of fellow campers, rolling the dirt tennis courts, Pop leading us on some hikes. The Pirate Ship at Canoe Camp.
Sequoyah and Tsali greatly influenced me both spiritually and physically. I gained self confidence and learned to be at ease with other people—and comfortable in the out of doors.
Some Sequoyah memories: Pop, hikes, Uncle Mike Hoffman and indian lore, Paul Neal, riflery, ball games, Sequoyah chorus, Counselor Jim Green, camper Russ Johnson and many other campers. Inspiration Point. Chief doing his annual lake dive. Working as an Assistant Counselor in 1960.
Camp Tsali: Chief’s candid comments about life, the All Night Vigil, roleos, work projects each year. Making a campfire with fuzzsticks. The big hikes each year on the Appalachian Trail, followed by R and R at Canoe Camp. Learning to canoe, and going down the Nantahala River in canoes. The Pirate Ship. Many Tsali campers. Chief founded Camp Tsali in 1951—remember Ansel and Coke who helped maintain Sequoyah and Tsali? Chief bought the 7 acres at Nantahala in the 1920s for Canoe Camp.
Of course, I wrote many letters home, so I could eat a meal! Many years later, my parents gave me all the letters I had written them. My younger brother, John White, also attended Sequoyah as a camper, and went to Tsali one year.
Thank you Chief Johnson!
Andrew "Drew" Whittaker (1977, 78)
andrewlloydwhitaker at gmail dot com
I was a Catawba, then a Tuscarora. I found myself in the tribal photos, and it all came flooding back.
35 years after being there, I was AMAZED to discover that the camp, albeit in its dormant state, still stands today.
My memories of those two summers in North Carolina came flooding back as I scrolled through the pictures. I remember it now like it was yesterday. It was a simpler time, when boys were boys, and when being out in the woods was a good thing (it still is!). And it was the place and time that I developed a lifelong affinity for "Bug Juice" - I still drink it today.
I have thought about my time at camp over the years, always fondly, and always wistfully. To know that this site exists, that the camp still stands, and that others like me have found this place and shared their memories is amazing and worth the effort. Thank you for that.
Best regards to all,
I'm a Tusca-Tusca-Ro-Ra!
Gordon Wilkerson (1970, 71)
gwilk at wilkersonstorage dot com
Thanks for putting the website together. Brings back good memories.
Roger Wilkes (1962, 63)
Wilkesr at Hargrave dot edu
A great place --- Looking for John Crump
Sam Williams (1977, 78)
swilliams0961 at gmail dot com
Sonny Williams (1958, 59)
sonnywms at mindspring dot com
Two of the most memorable years of my life were 1958 and 1959, my two summers at Camp Sequoyah. I only wish Sequoyah was still in business, as I would love for my two sons (11 & 14 yrs.) to experience a Sequoyah Summer. I have fond memories of the roller coaster on the lake, Coble milk, Mount Pisgah, Bald Knob and Beech's Grocery store. Some campers' names that I remember are: Tom Weaver (Nashville, TN); Lee Tinsley (South Carolina) and Telfair Parker (Charleston, SC) and Randle. I can't remember his last name but he always said, "shucks, man" with a very, very Southern accent. I also vividly remember going on hikes with Eustace Conway. What an interesting character, full of fun and life! I have recently spoken to his son, Eustace, Jr. and understand a book has been written about him (Eustace, Jr.) entitled "The Last American Man". I don't remember the author's name. I look forward to reading it, soon. I would love to hear from any Sequoyah alumni from 1958-59, particularly the ones I have mentioned above. Also, I am very interested in acquiring any photos from 1958-59. I would welcome a phone call or an e-mail from you. Harry L. Williams III "Sonny" Atlanta, Ga. 404.892.5551
Steve Wilson (1969, 70, 72, 78)
wilsonsteve29 at hotmail dot com
Gaylord A. Wood, Jr. (1947, 49, 51)
gaylord.wood at alumni.duke dot edu
Hilliard Wood (1948 et seq.)
hilliard at aspoton dot net
Clark Wright (early 1970s)
icw at wardanddavis dot com
I cannot begin to describe how wonderful it was to find that Sequoyah lives on in this awesome website. Thanks to my camp hero, Steve Longenecker, for pointing me to it. My memories of Sequoyah remain some of the very best of my life. I hope to find the time to visit in the near future, and would love to learn more about possibly preserving, buying, reopening, etc. Any and everyone feel free to write or call me! I saw Tom Easterling's and Peter Lupkin's names in addition to Steve Longenecker's - I think I short-sheeted Peter's bed as our cabin counselor at least a half-dozen times! :) I also saw Garrett Randolph's name - I still have memories of Garrett as a great rock climber . . . rock climbing was an awesome thing for me to discover, and it led to a love that continues to this day. Climbing helped me become a man, helped me learn a physical skill.
Heyward Young (1977)
heywardyoung at msn dot com
Thanks for making me smile~! I was a Chickasaw first 3 week session in '77. Greatest summer of my life. I still remember the walk to my cabin, the rock climbing and the horseback ride to the haunted camp Tsali. My father still has the plaque I made him in the crafts cabin! Thx again.
Sam Young (mid-1950s)
sam at dpz dot com
I Googled Camp Sequoyah to see if it still existed and was delighted to discover the Website.
I attended for two summers in the mid-1950s: to the best of my recollection, it was either 1955-56 or 1956-57. My father was in the Air Force at Shaw Air Force Base, Sumter, SC, and I attended with a group of boys from Sumter. My counselor one of those years was a fellow name Irv Ornduff, who I understand was to become a long-term, well-regarded instructor at Ashville School for Boys.
Camp Sequoyah was a marvelous place for young boys to explore nature, crafts and ideas. I recall hiking, camping, riding, archery, swimming, interaction with sundry animals (which included observing a counselor perform surgery on the stink gland of a local skunk)…Indian lore…reading aloud in the cabin at night…listening to the headmaster, ‘Chief,’ deliver talks on, I believe, sex…on and on.
Thom Young (1965-74)
thom.young at cambiumcapital dot com
Went to the Reunion 2004 and what a blast. Mike Miller. Pete Landry and Steve Wilson are ageless. No ebbing of passion for the grounds or memories. Thanks for keeping this website alive...