One night performance delights camp audience

     So what if the gigantic plant, Audrey 2, ate all of the stars of the show.

     In between meals, there was singing, laughing and a tremendous display of talent as the Pok-O-MacCready players staged their annual production, Little Shop of Horrors, Friday evening.  The one-time-only showing was given in front of a packed house of campers, staff and even some parents.

     “I loved it, it was really fun,” raved audience member Emily Durlacher. “Very creative,” added camper Andrew Spaulding, “they did a good job with the limited recourses in which they had to work.”

     Costar Harry Yerkes, in the role of Seymour, was positively beaming with delight as the curtain went down.  “It was worth all the hard work!” Yerkes starred alongside Diana Timko, and a cast of supporting and chorus members numbering over 30. Stated Alex Sieger, who played the villainous dentist, “It was hard work, but a lot of fun in the end.

     In addition to the cast, many campers worked hard on set design, props, costumes and production, all under the leadership of Directors Abbe Wright and Bessie Edwards.  “The kids worked hard,” said Edwards. “Some of them staying up all night to learn their lines.”

     While the show closes after only one night in Willsboro, rumors have it that a tour of state fairs is in the works, with a possible stint off-broadway.

I Come to Camp

    The following piece of prose was written by MacCready Intermediate Anna Greenwood, in her third year at camp. Greenwood read her work to the entire camp July 17 at the weekly Sunday camp gathering.

  I come to camp for the people. The counselors who encourage me to try new things; the campers who become more than common acquaintances; The animals who will love you if you love them too.

  I come to camp for the choices. Forty different classes; clubs on Saturday; to boat, or fish, or swim.

  I come to camp for the woods. Forter-sixer mountains; Pok-O patch mountains; plain old nature walks on a shady afternoon.

  I come to camp for the water. The greenish lake with its mystical fog; canoes, kayaks, playaks, windsurfing, sailing.

  I come to camp for the wonder that everything fills me with:  from the moment I step off the bus, to the last parting “good-byes”, and everytime in between.

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