R is off on work business for a few days. He is taking clients to a camp on the Mornington Peninsular. I thought that I stayed in a place at the same location when I was a kiddie. That is the Lord Mayor's Children's Camp in Sunnyside Road, Mount Eliza. Before writing this, I thought I should do some research (yes, I know, I normally don't let facts spoil a blog post).
Lord Mayor's Children's Camp still exists but it is a Portsea. The cogs turned for a few minutes and now I can recall. That is correct. It was in Portsea. R is staying in Mount Eliza, some distance away.
I stayed at the Lord Mayor's Children's Camp when I was a kiddie. It was certainly in Portsea. It was for disadvantaged children of a young age. Not sure why I was there as I don't recall the disadvantaged childhood. Amazingly it still exists, under the auspices of the Lord Mayor's Charitable Fund. I assume it is the Lord Mayor of Melbourne, but not sure.
It was the only time I have ever experienced real homesickness. We had to have a medical exam. I was sitting next to some dude and he said, can you stop breathing so noisely? He was my bunkmate and when I woke the first morning and my bed was wet, I wondered how I suddenly developed a weakness of my bladder. It came to pass that it was my bunk mate above me who had the bladder weakness and IT had dripped down during the night. He was a toughie, but with a weak bladder. I can recall staring out to see in the direction of Melbourne and thinking that by the time I left the camp, my grandparents would be dead. I cried. I must have cried again at some other time as there was a lovely lady from an apple orchard near Maldon who comforted me.
The cogs are still turning. Now I remember that I did stay in Sunnyside Road, a camp when I was in secondary school. So I went to two camps, LMCC at Portsea when I was in primary school and another during secondary school, in Sunnyside Road, Mount Eliza.
Bits I recall from this one was a monstrous communal dining room and had this small device that shot out insecticide every so often. There was also a piano, and after a friend and I had played it a few times, the cook came out from the kitchen brandishing a cleaver and said if she heard bloody chopsticks one more time, she would chop the piano strings.
We were also to be taken somewhere by coach, but at the end of the street the coach collided with a car and it was cancelled. I recall the motorist walking around covered in blood. It was back in the days of 'give way to the right', so I expect the motorist was at fault.
We were also taken on a tour of the Morning Star Boys Home. They were involved in small agricultural projects. I was frightened of them. It was rather like going to the zoo and the boys were all the exhibits.
Now, do I get a prize for my messiest post ever? Sorry.
Lord Mayor's Children's Camp
Morning Star Boys Home