Every one of the 60 random rooms here has a story to tell. This one just revealed itself to us as we began gutting it this past weekend. Room #26 has been called alot of things over the years ‘the ‘hobbit room’ for its low ceilings (reserved for the one who draws the shortests straw). But its most commonly simply been called ‘the lower level kitchen’ (as deemed by the Latvians back in 1961). WE’D JUST DISCOVERED THE ROOM NUMBER WHEN WE BEGAN STRIPPING THE ENTRY DOOR. WHAT APPEARED TO BE A PAINTED TAB, TURNED OUT TO BE A BRASS…

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If there is a scale of friendliness by which ghosts are judged, ours would certainly be the most docile, kind, watchful and serene. His name is Boleslavs, and was known as “Father B” (for Baginskis). Father B was the priest that gifted us Camp Wandawega by way of its purchase nearly a decade ago. Last weekend we hosted a memorial “mass in the grass” to mark his recent passing. A tree was planted in his honor. (A birch, a customary Latvian choice). People came from far and wide to pay their respects. Folks that hadn’t been to Camp Wandawega in decades…

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I was raised by a signpainter. It financed my first car, paid my way through college and kept me out of trouble most of the time. But sadly, I havent picked up a brush or touched a can of ONESHOT in nearly 20 years. So when the time came to commit our name to the doors of our new mascot, we turned the one man in town who hasn’t set his brush down in over 50 years. Chester “Ches” Perry- of Rightway Signs, right here in Chicago. Watching him work reminded me why i loved it- and why I left it….

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