{"id":20889,"date":"2022-02-16T14:37:00","date_gmt":"2022-02-16T19:37:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.portlandmonthly.com\/portmag\/?p=20889"},"modified":"2022-02-16T14:37:00","modified_gmt":"2022-02-16T19:37:00","slug":"maine-refrains","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.portlandmonthly.com\/portmag\/maine-refrains\/","title":{"rendered":"Maine Refrains"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"position: relative; padding-top: max(60%,326px); height: 0; width: 100%;\"><iframe loading=\"lazy\" style=\"position: absolute; border: none; width: 100%; height: 100%; left: 0; right: 0; top: 0; bottom: 0;\" src=\"https:\/\/e.issuu.com\/embed.html?backgroundColor=%23efefef&amp;d=porltand_monthly_fm22&amp;hideIssuuLogo=true&amp;pageNumber=22&amp;u=portlandmagazine\" width=\"300\" height=\"150\" sandbox=\"allow-top-navigation allow-top-navigation-by-user-activation allow-downloads allow-scripts allow-same-origin allow-popups allow-modals allow-popups-to-escape-sandbox\" allowfullscreen=\"allowfullscreen\"><\/iframe><\/div>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<h3 class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">The wind through the pines. Lake waters lapping the shore. Campfires crackling, voices raised in harmony\u2014all supply the soundtrack to Maine summers.<\/span><\/h3>\n<p class=\"p1\"><strong><span class=\"s1\">By Gwen Thompson<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">One gray, blustery spring day an opera-singer friend of mine, her parents, and I converge<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">on the Jersey shore the morning after her performance of the Bach B Minor Mass in a nearby town, determined to enjoy a stroll on the boardwalk before the clouds burst. \u201cWe\u2019ll be fine, as long as we don\u2019t walk backwards in the rain wearing a yellow slicker,\u201d I say as we set off. \u201cAt\u00a0<strong>Wohelo<\/strong>, where I went to camp, that was the only rule\u2014\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">\u201cYou went to Wohelo?\u201d My friend\u2019s dad halts. \u201cI went to\u00a0<strong>Timanous<\/strong>!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">Wohelo\u2019s brother camp. \u201cThen you must know \u2018Old Chief Timanous!\u2019\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">We burst into all three verses of this hymn to the founder of both camps\u2014including the two-part harmony on the refrain\u2014smack in the middle of the boardwalk as my friend and her mom look on in astonishment.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">\u201cHow did I not know your dad went to Timanous?\u201d I ask Katharine.<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">\u201cHow did I not know my dad could\u00a0<em>sing<\/em>? I\u2019ve never heard him sing before!\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><strong><span class=\"s1\">\u201cThe Sounds of Camp\u201d<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">In the world music class I took in college, we learned about African tribes that don\u2019t have any way to say \u201cI can\u2019t sing\u201d in the Western sense, because in their culture this would be tantamount to saying \u201cI can\u2019t talk.\u201d Sleepaway camp is much the same. \u201cSinging and camp are synonymous,\u201d says Abby Golden Shapiro, who spent six summers at\u00a0<b>Camp Vega<\/b>\u00a0in Fayette. \u201cEvery woman I\u2019ve met who went to girls\u2019 camp talks about singing camp songs. It\u2019s part of the culture of being a camper.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><span class=\"s1\">\u201cI can\u2019t imagine camp without singing,\u201d says Andrea Price Stevens of Wohelo, where a camp chorus performs weekly and we all sang constantly as part of daily life, with songs for every occasion and for every activity\u2014from keeping a steady pace paddling to timing how long we had to tread water to pass the swim test. We sang to raise team spirit at morning crew practice, out of sheer exuberance sailing in good wind, and whenever we gathered together at mealtimes or around the campfire. \u201cThere are cheers, welcome songs, thank-you songs, and sad goodbye songs.\u201d\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><em><span class=\"s1\">Read the full story in the digital magazine above.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n<p class=\"p1\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-large wp-image-20891\" src=\"http:\/\/www.portlandmonthly.com\/portmag\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/maine-refrain-1024x536.jpg\" alt=\"maine refrain\" width=\"1024\" height=\"536\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.portlandmonthly.com\/portmag\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/maine-refrain-1024x536.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/www.portlandmonthly.com\/portmag\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/maine-refrain-300x157.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.portlandmonthly.com\/portmag\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/maine-refrain-768x402.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.portlandmonthly.com\/portmag\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/maine-refrain-200x105.jpg 200w, https:\/\/www.portlandmonthly.com\/portmag\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/maine-refrain-620x324.jpg 620w, https:\/\/www.portlandmonthly.com\/portmag\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/02\/maine-refrain.jpg 1200w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 1024px) 100vw, 1024px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The wind through the pines. Lake waters lapping the shore. Campfires crackling, voices raised in harmony\u2014all supply the soundtrack to Maine summers.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":20890,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[1199],"class_list":["post-20889","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-featured","tag-febmarch-2022"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.portlandmonthly.com\/portmag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20889","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.portlandmonthly.com\/portmag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.portlandmonthly.com\/portmag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.portlandmonthly.com\/portmag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.portlandmonthly.com\/portmag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=20889"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.portlandmonthly.com\/portmag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20889\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20894,"href":"https:\/\/www.portlandmonthly.com\/portmag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20889\/revisions\/20894"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.portlandmonthly.com\/portmag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/20890"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.portlandmonthly.com\/portmag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=20889"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.portlandmonthly.com\/portmag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=20889"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.portlandmonthly.com\/portmag\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=20889"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}