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“Mary von Dadelszen” pointed out the possibilities of Omatua, and said she visualised the area between the house and the river becoming the finest Campsite in the country. No more than 24 Guides to stay in the house till Fire Escapes fitted. A Provincial Camp to be held at Omatua before Mrs von Dadelszen’s term of office expires. Three years before our P.C. had put forward the idea of a Provincial Campsite on the river terrace below Omatua. It took foresight and courage to imagine several Groups of Guides camping on the wilderness that existed there, a tangle of fallen tree trunks and branches, and huge blackberry bushes, with long crawlers surrounded by periwinkle. Uniformed and lay members, men and women, tackled an almost impossible task, and when spirits flagged, the P.C. turned up with tea, and a bulldozer. Logs, blackberries and periwinkle disappeared with rapidity; the ground was levelled, and grass seed sown. In January 1964, “Pioneer Camp” with 150 people, our first Provincial Camp became reality. Each day a small magazine was typed and distributed from Omatua House which acted as Camp Headquarters. The Saturday campfire was lit by five Guides, dressed to represent the Pioneer names chosen by each sub-group – Holt, Turangi, Patene, Spencer and Colenso.
Sunday Guides Own, glorious sunshine the chorus of birds, and the ripple of the river, created an atmosphere along with the simple sincerity of that Service, that will live long in our memories.
Visitors Day, about 400 people attending was beyond our wildest dreams, the enthusiasm of the parents, the ease with which the house and grounds held so many for so long in complete harmony. “Little John” (Mr Cooksey) was guest speaker at a combined Campfire, with local visitors attending.
Closing Ceremony. Tonight we gathered for our closing Campfire, a little sad that our camp is almost over. Our Group Leaders spoke of the Pioneers of long ago, who cleared the land and made the roads; of the doctors and nurses who reached their patients on horseback or in bullock drays, and the teachers who rode miles every day.
Our P.C. Spoke:- “We all love, and are proud of this magic place. The weather has smiled on us. It has been a week of happiness and achievement. It has been fun, strong links of friendship have been formed, binding the Province firmly together. Take a torch back, each one of you, to your own Campfires, and re-kindle the enthusiasm of B.P.’s great outdoor game of Guiding”. We all gathered along the river’s
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