by Jim Parry
Everyone knows Henry David Thoreau for his famous hermitage and journal
from Walden Pond. He temporarily relocated to the woods on a lot owned
by Ralph Waldo Emerson, in whose house Thoreau was living.
Thoreau is the fellow who wrote, "I went to the woods because
I wished to live deliberately, to confront only the essential facts of
life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when
I came to die, discover that I had not lived (Thoreau 1854)." His
essay on Civil Disobedience foreshadowed peace and national separatist
movements.
Emerson is remembered for his journals, poems, and essays. He is often
quoted with, "The only way to have a friend is to be one," and, "A
friend is a person with whom I may be sincere. Before him I may think
aloud (Emerson 1841)." Now, both of these men were friends and
writers, both were renowned for their views on individualism, transcendentalism,
and appreciation for nature. Both went to Harvard. The natural world
was a laboratory from which to draw wisdom for both. Together, their
ideas are pillars of the American Identity. They are mentioned so often
in tandem, one might think they were completely alike. Not so.
In their time, Emerson was more famous and wealthier. He made his living
primarily in lecturing. Sold out wherever he traveled, his opinions and
ideas were highly valued. He was the leading pundit of his day. His large
house outside of Boston was regularly the site for social gatherings
and meals. Indeed, Emerson seemed to thrive around other people. His
career path included ministry, literature, and public speaking. For him,
ideas germinated and multiplied in the company of others.
Though his family wanted him to enter the legal, clergy, or medical
field, Thoreau bounced from job to job. His resumé included working
in the family pencil-making business, surveyor, teacher, Emerson's
handyman, and finally, writing. Thoreau had only a few close friends
and was close to his family. He was known to retreat to the margins at
social gatherings. His writings show his preference for sincerity in
relationships and a cynical attitude toward small talk. He was a sort
of pauper. Emerson wrote, "He
chose to be rich by making his wants few, and supplying them himself
(Emerson 1862)." He often enjoyed the company of birds and trees
more than people.
Emerson was the extrovert, Thoreau the introvert. I empathize and share—and
I venture to say many camp professionals as well—a bond with the
pair. We believe in the power of personal growth and good character (termed "self-reliance" and "virtue" in
the days of Emerson and Thoreau). We believe that time spent in the woods
and fresh air have countless benefits, and cannot be replaced by artificial
means. In our work, we take on both personalities.
There is the Emerson side of us. We are often called to be at the front
of a group, at campfires, training staff, giving a "thought for
the day," or playing games. As leaders, it is our duty to be seen,
to be a source of wisdom to others, and occasionally to lecture. Repeated
leading of an activity can become a routine, and we are prone to "turn
on" our perky, outgoing selves on demand. We are well aware of
the mysterious energy we gain from being near others, even when we feel
tired. So, we relish the chance to join the program, and we encourage
quality group time to share ideas.
Then there is the time we spend in solitude at our desks or taking a
walk, the Thoreau side. We long for some quiet time among the long hours
we work. We need time to plan, to organize, to mentally catch up. If
the program requires "turn-it-on" time to be giving and vivacious,
there must be time to "turn it off." We lament at times over
certain encounters. Sometimes we are fussy curmudgeons. We long for sincerity
and meaning among our myriad relationships, most of which are with children
and young adults. And like Thoreau, variety in work is preferable. Birdsong
is as much music to us as the tenth verse of "Rise and Shine."
The camp world is both loud and quiet. It's reveille and taps.
We vacillate between extroversion and introversion. Like grass on the
other side of the fence, we miss one when we have the other. That's
why we love camp; the scene changes so much. In the thick of things,
with songs, skits and schedules, checklists, cheers, clipboards, and
counseling, one stimulation after another beckons us at every turn. We
retreat to a quiet room or pathway when we get the chance for a moment
of calm and relief. And then one day camp is silent, deer show up on
the soccer field, and we wince, remembering how children ran across that
same grass.
Camp as we know it was not around in the days of Emerson and Thoreau,
but the whole concept seems to rest on their principles. Camp is a separate
reality, a slice of ideal life in the summer, part hut on Walden Pond,
part gathering at the Emerson house. It's a chance to live deeply
in the woods. At camp, we can grow in both solitude and community.
| References |
| Thoreau, H. D. (1854). Walden. |
| Emerson, R. W. (1841). Friendship. |
| Emerson, R. W. (1862). Thoreau. |
Originally published in the 2007 July/August
issue of Camping Magazine. |