What is Camp Needlepoint? Check out our new summer blog series highlighting the best features of Camp from all different perspectives. Here are the posts that we have highlighted so far:
“The Greatest Place I Know” is a special phrase to a common song sung at the American Diabetes Association’s Camp Needlepoint. Normally this song is sung around the camp fire, after meals, and within cabin groups. Campers and counselors alike know this song, and most could agree with me that the verse of “The Greatest Place I Know” absolutely represents our feelings towards this special place. Read more here!
Hello blog readers! I want to thank and commend the YPLC group for coming up with the idea of a camp blog series! I am honored that they have asked me to contribute. Anyone who knows me, knows that I love to talk! And even more so about ADA CAMP NEEDLEPOINT & DAYPOINT! This summer will mark my 27th summer at ADA Camp Needlepoint in one form or another. The following poem I wrote is dedicated to my family, each and every camper and staff person that makes the camp experience what it is and of course my dear friend, ADA CAMP NEEDLEPOINT & DAYPOINT! Read more here!
Hello everyone, my name is Ben Putrah. I am the younger brother of, the ever so popular, Piper Putrah. I was approached by Tony Gand to write a blog on what diabetes and camp means to me. Honestly, I can’t even express into words what camp and diabetes mean to me. I was 9 years old when my sister was diagnosed with diabetes, that was 14 years ago. Up until 4 years ago, I knew that my sister had diabetes and that it was a life long illness but other than that I knew she had to test her blood and watch what she ate; that was the extent of it. Read more here!
It’s where I feel normal is a common phrase I heard my first time visiting Camp Needlepoint. I was rather new in the Executive Director position when I headed out to camp. I had heard many great things about camp but nothing could describe what I would see at camp. As I entered camp it felt like a fun place to be. There were smiles and laughing and even some very funny games. One thing caught my eye more than others. As I walked through camp I saw everything a camp should have but one thing was different. Instead of gathering around the picnic table to eat lunch there was many finger pokes happening. Read more here!
It was the summer of 1979 when I experienced diabetes camp for the first time. I had been diagnosed with type 1 diabetes in September 1978, so it was all still pretty new. Like so many kids my age, I cried when I was dropped off for my first week of camp….. and then had so much fun that I cried again when I got picked up! Camp Sioux was part of my life every summer while I was growing up in North Dakota with diabetes. Read more here!
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