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PUBLISHED ONCE EACH YEAR FOR THE CAMPERS, LEADERS & STAFF OF
PUBLISHED ONCE EACH YEAR FOR THE CAMPERS, LEADERS & STAFF OF
The Other Fellow First
As I looked back on my past issues of The Spirit, it dawned on me that I’ve fallen into the habit of starting my Letter from the Editor o a similar way each time — it’s fall in Vermont, I’m writing this letter as the last thing I do for the book, and I can’t believe another sum mer has passed by already. The details of my di!erent editions have o"cially started to blur together, and the realization honestly made me smile ear to ear. It’s an immense privilege to make The Spirit at all, let alone to have made it enough times that I start to feel a sense of deja vu — a “Wait, have I said this before? Has it looked like this before?” I was once 13 and crossing my fingers in hopes that I could help out with taking photos for Kiwi night, and I was once 18 and daydreaming that I would eventually edit a Spirit, and all of a sudden, I’m here, submitting my fourth one.
the presence of camp far outstretches numbers I can rattle o!, and I feel like the luckiest person in the world for that.
Creating the Spirit takes a village, both on and o! Kiniya’s campus. I could list names to thank as long as our roster (found in the back of this book -- send a letter!), and am incredibly grateful to every member of our camp community who has contributed to the making of this book and the summer memories it holds.
I found myself thinking a lot about numbers and years this summer, and throughout the making of this edition. In regards to The Spirit, the focus on numbers came as no surprise, particularly as this is my fourth time making the book. ‘Four’ is a big number at Kiniya when it comes to years, as it marks the passage of time in which you become a Kiwi. Beyond this being my Kiwi edition, The Spirit is riddled with numbers; years and editions overall and page numbers and cabin photo numbers and how many photos per page and... you get the idea.
Numbers stick out to us a lot at camp — Kiwi discs and 10 year charms are handed out, people start o! their introductions asking what summer it is for you, and you’re reminded of the passage of time each summer as campers move through divisions, leadership move through ranks and kids you grew up with step into the shoes of the leaders and sta! you looked up to so much in your youth.
In a lot of ways, I love thinking about camp through numbers -- I find the context comforting, a way to keep track of the vast amount of time I've spent with this place. In other ways, I start to lose count, and I'm growing to find the joy in this (like with my Spirit deja vu!). As Genevieve reminds us on page 29, no number can quite encompass what it means to experience the magic of camp, and I picture myself many years in the future, losing track of how many summers I've attended and friends I've made or photos I've taken;
An especially huge thank you goes to Jess and Merit, our amazing 2024 publications team, for their hard work this summer. They put their whole hearts into capturing the countless moments we cherish at Kiniya, diving headfirst into a new environment and embracing the wonderful and wacky scenes that make up our camp. This book wouldn’t be possible without them.
On the mention of pubs, an additionally huge thank you goes to Lefty and Drew for their support and guidance. Drew continues to set the standard I hold myself to through his remarkable copies of Dudley’s The Last Whistle, and I’m grateful to follow in his example. Thank you as well to Marnie, for all that she does for camp, for reviewing The Spirit so diligently, and for trusting me to put it together.
To my dear sister Fiona and best friend Chandler, it feels like you're with me whenever I think about camp, despite being many states (or even countries) away. To Wubba and Glenn, for their endless encouragement. To my friends in Vermont and beyond, who are understanding and loving in the face of me becoming a bit hard to reach when camp is in session, or yearbook deadlines loom — I appreciate you a whole lot. And, of course, thank you to our campers, old and new and all grown up; you guys make camp the best place in the world.
And, last but not least, thank you to all of you for looking through this book and taking the time to reminiscence about the beautiful place we call home and the summer we shared here. May you always find yourself back on Kiniya shores.
- Ibby #20982
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Chapel Talk | Kendyl Brower Week Eight
Chapel Speech | Sarah 'Bear' McKani
Editor
#20982 Ibby Maruca
Photographers & Publications Team
Jessica D'Arcy & Merit Magallón
Contributing Photographers
Ibby Maruca, Brendan Loughman, Drew Rider, Marnie McDonagh, the 2024 Leaders, NOLS 2024, Germany 2024, Spain 2024, the Kiniya photo workshop campers, and a huge thank you to everyone else who contributed to taking photos (or
Tom Brayden’s journey with Kiniya began in the spring of 2015. Inspired by a meeting with then Leadership Director, Kat Nelson, in 2014 in San Francisco, he made the exciting decision to join the Kiniya family as a Tripping Program Director. Alongside his wife, Jenn, Tom dedicated two summers (with a winter in between at Dudley) to enhance camp’s overnight adventures. His contributions extended beyond the outdoors, as he also played a pivotal role in fostering teamwork and leadership through ropes course facilitation under the guidance of Mollie Farnham-Stratton.
Tom’s academic background in Management and the Environment, earned at the University of Vermont’s School of Business in 2009, has proven to be an invaluable asset in his current role. As the Director of Operations and Sustainability at Camp Kiniya, he brings a unique blend of business acumen and environmental stewardship. His enthusiasm for enhancing the camp experience is contagious, and his dedication to the Kiniya community is evident in every aspect of his work.
Beyond the wilderness, Tom’s leadership has been a cornerstone of Kiniya’s growth. With a keen business mind and an unwavering passion for sustainability, he has steered our camp towards a brighter, greener future. His meticulous attention to detail has streamlined operations, ensuring every corner of Kiniya runs smoothly. But it’s not just about e"ciency; Tom's ability to inspire and motivate his team and to maintain the entire Kiniya campus – all facilities and all equipment –in top shape is truly remarkable.
Tom’s excellent communication skills have fostered a strong sense of connection and trust within the team. His ability to maintain open and honest dialogue, especially during challenging times, has been invaluable. Tom’s dedication to transparency and his commitment to building strong relationships within the community have earned him the respect and admiration of our team.
Tom’s strategic thinking has been instrumental. His passion for sustainability aligns perfectly with Camp Kiniya’s values, and his ability to balance environmental
stewardship with operational e"ciency is truly impressive.
Tom’s attention to detail and excellent organizational skills have significantly improved camp operations. His inquisitive nature and eagerness to learn have made him a valuable problem-solver, and his positive and collaborative approach has created a supportive and productive work environment.
Tom Brayden is a mentor, a friend, a sounding board, and a support to many. His dedication to the camp community, coupled with his skills and talents, make him an invaluable member of the team. We are incredibly fortunate to have Tom as part of the Camp family. His embodiment of the Camp Kiniya spirit is an inspiration to us all.
Today, we celebrate you, Tom Brayden. You are the embodiment of the Kiniya spirit, and it is our honor to dedicate the 2024 Spirit to you.
Tom Brayden's stewardship has been integral to the continued success and vitality of our
Director
Marnie McDonagh
Director of Leadership Teams
Ryen Herrmann
Director's Assistant
Kat Edelmann
Operations & Sustainability Director
Tom Brayden
Facilities
Angie Wallace
Facilities
PROGRAM HEADS
Mimi’s Lodge
Sam Williams Athletics
Ash Wetty
Trieber Center
Aidia Steen
Waterfront
Nick Ansell & Ellie Schwoebel
Outdoors
Lydia Groves
Special Events
Sunday Labrucherie
OPERATIONS | Kat Edelmann, Kerry McKeown, Wubba Murray & April Smith
MAINTENANCE | Jesus Carranza Gonzalez & Juan Ramos Villa
HEALTHCARE | Lindsay Campion, Emily Garcia, Becca McCray, Katherine Oatman, Carol Schwoebel & MK Shanahan
KITCHEN | Beyza Altintas, Shannon Anderson, Gail Coleman, Yuliana Duran, Xixe Garcia, Paula Guzman Cupaja, Melisa Ozel, Maria Pacheco, Pat Teague & The Abbey Group
MENTORS & LEADERSHIP LIAISONS | Christy Coyne, Lydia Groves, Piper Higgins, Sunday Labrucherie, Joe McDonough, Kerry McKeown, Katherine Oatman, Maggie Polk & Stacey Spring
& a huge thanks to our steady flow of wonderful Kiniya Alum volunteers!
Sam Williams (Head of Mimi’s Lodge)
Aidia Steen
(Head of Trieber)
Grace Corcoran
Bethan Eastwood
Katherine Galvin
Maddie Goines
Piper Higgins
Merit Magallon
Chloe McCauley
Abbie McDonald
Joe McDonough
Petra Qian
Sekani Springer
Franka Szagun
Sarah Zaruba
Nick Ansell & Ellie Schwoebel (Waterfront Directors)
Tyler Flint
Jemma Fricke
Rose Illman
Paige Keane
Sunday Labrucherie
Gemma Marangio
Lila McDonagh
Liam Murray
Celia Rutter
Leo Sargent
Frederick Sargent
Riley Smith
Ash Wetty (Athletics Director)
Olin Brown
Ju Lee
Mia Madden
Liam Murray
Jack Rankin
Fred Sargent
April Smith
Riley Smith
Stacey Spring
Molly Sullivan (A-HUT!)
Lydia Groves (Outdoors Director)
Ziggy Bowker
Malcolm Brown
Paul Brown
Max Novak
Geo Price
Aidan Ryan
Lucca Tisken
Julia Willey
*Kinya Outdoor Barn!
Good morning. In the upstairs hallway of my family’s house back in Illinois is a small closet that we’ve always used to store towels. Big colorful beach towels reserved for the warmer months live on one shelf. Above them are the shower towels, and below them are the old, discolored towels that we use to clean mud and snow o! of the dog’s paws. That’s what this closet had been used for ever since we moved into this house when I was five. So you can imagine my confusion when, late one night last spring, I went to the closet for a towel and found the shelves filled with cleaning supplies and bedsheets, not a towel in sight.
Now, this was not just any night. That very evening, I had landed at O’Hare International Airport in Chicago, having completed a long day of travel and, in fact, a very long gap year of living abroad. This was my first night home in almost nine months, the longest I had ever been away. Now I was finally back in my comfort place. It was 1am. My family was asleep. All I wanted was to scrub the smell of United Airlines o! of my skin and fall into my very own bed in my very own bedroom. So why did the towel closet not have any towels? I searched my house in the dark on tiptoe for about five minutes before giving up and pulling my travel towel from my suitcase. Not fresh, but su"cient. The next morning, I asked my mom where the towels were. “Oh, they’re in the wardrobe in our bedroom,” she said. “Since when?” I said. “It’s been a while, I don’t really remember,” she said. “Probably last October or November.” Something twisted in my stomach. I had been gone for longer than that; since September. Clearly, while I was away, things had changed — and then enough time had passed so that my family didn’t even think twice about the changes anymore. Now I couldn't even do something as simple as taking a shower without asking my parents where to find something. An unpleasant feeling began to settle over me: the feeling of being unfamiliar with my own home.
Suddenly, all the other little di!erences that I’d noticed swirled through my mind. My cubby in the mudroom now housed my brothers’ soccer backpacks. A new spice rack stood on the kitchen counter. A brand of wet dog food that I’d never seen before filled the freezer drawer. In all these small but noticeable ways, the place I had left behind and missed while I was abroad was not quite the same place I was returning to. There were parts of my home that I didn't recognize, and now that I was heading o! to college, I would never again spend the majority of my year in this house. For the first time, I started to wonder to what extent this house was still my home.
I went back to camp that summer — that was last year — and then o! to college, where my first semester flew by. Soon, it was time to head back to Illinois to spend winter break with my family. And over break, something strange happened. We drove from Illinois to North Carolina to visit my grandparents. My family loves a good road trip, and somewhere on that 15 hour drive, I realized that I felt like I was at home. I wasn’t — I
was somewhere in the middle of Ohio. But also, I was. I was with my family, in our trusty Toyota minivan, taking turns queuing songs, laughing, occasionally bickering with my brothers, taking pictures of each other when we fell asleep with funny expressions. That is home. That love, ease, and joy is what makes my house feel like home, regardless of spice racks, dog food, or towel closets.
Those little changes had been jarring at first, and it’s true that they represented a shift in my relationship to that place. But what’s also true is that on that same morning when I asked my mom where the towels were, my brother Nick excitedly explained to me how he’d built that new spice rack in his woodworking class. My brother Max showed me how much of the wet dog food to give our dog and happily declared that I could now take over his job of feeding the dog dinner. After washing my travel towel, I put it away not in the closet, but in the wardrobe. As quickly as I had noticed them, the unfamiliarities became no big deal, and the feeling of home was back. So I used to equate “home” with my family’s house, and the fact that I was starting to spend less and less time per year at that “home” used to unsettle me. Now I know that I am lucky enough to spend my entire year at home — at home in di!erent places, with di!erent people, but always at home. I’ve spent the past year forging a home at college, finding people with whom I share that love, ease, and joy. During breaks, I go back home to my family and friends in Illinois. And I’m grateful to once again spend a summer at home on the shore of Lake Champlain. Because home is not a single physical location, but a feeling, and you can find it — and create it — in all kinds of places.
Tomorrow night at Hymn Sing, we will sing the line “beckons us home, beckons us home, beckons us home to its shores” in the Kiniya Hymn. Take a moment to appreciate what that line really means. We all have homes elsewhere, and maybe we miss those homes dearly. But in these next two weeks, we can look around us and find love, ease, and joy right here at camp. We have another home here. What a blessing that is. Thank you.
“What summer is this for you?” a common question that eager voices ask at the start of the summer at camp, referring to the number of years that we have returned to our shores. Throughout our times at camp, we have all heard the cheer for the answer of “my fourth”, and a welcoming smile for the answer of “my first”.
I, myself, am no stranger to this question, and have confidently asked and been asked it throughout the duration of my time at camp. I quietly told everyone when it was my first summer, and proudly smiled at my fourth. As my years at camp progressed, I became prouder and prouder as my number of summers increased in my answer.
Last summer, I arrived at camp and introduced myself to my new friends. When asked “what summer is this for you”, I proudly stated that it was my sixth summer. I prepared for my sixth summer, and adjusted to my new environment. I was excited, but after 9 days ‘neath the Pines, life took hold and I had to go home early.
This summer, I eagerly returned to camp. I learned my cabin - Meadowside - and greeted my old friends with a hug and smile. I was at home and the ease of camp quickly returned. I was cruising until I was stopped in my tracks by the old familiar question, “what summer is this for you?”. For the first time in my life, I didn't know the answer to this question. A lighthearted greeting had the opposite e!ect for me. I shied away from answering and moved on with my day, feeling a slight sense of unease.
That night, I layed in bed deep in thought. Was it my sixth summer again? Was it my seventh? Was it my sixth and a half? I thought about last summer. Was I truly at camp long enough to count it as a summer? I had experienced Camp itself, but never met campers. What did that mean? What summer was it for me?
I thought about Summer 2023 once more. My memories began with my initial drive down Camp Kiniya road. I remembered the butterflies in my stomach as I saw the sign that welcomed me to Camp. I learned what cabin I was going to be in, and moved my belongings in. I set up my bunk, placing my trunk in a corner and hanging photos of loved ones on the wall. Afterwards, I nervously joined a group of people behind the dining hall for a classic camp cookout dinner. I hugged old friends and introduced myself to new ones, all while answering and asking the age old question of “what summer is this for you?” In the days that followed, I went on the high ropes course with shaking legs. I packed a hiking bag, and spent the night in the woods, on an overnight. I swam in the lake, even on cold days. I screamed ‘Titanic” as loud as I could in the dining hall, immediately after eating a seven layer bar for dessert. I stood on the back porch and admired the view of our shores. I laughed and I cried. I loved
and I was loved. I learned and grew. But most importantly, I had fun.
To me, these seemed to be all the ingredients of a successful summer. I decided that night that I was content with “counting” Summer 2023 as a summer at camp, making my answer to the age-old question become seven summers at camp.
Now, I don’t quite know if that would be the o"cial count of my years at camp, but I’m okay with that. For seven summers, I have learned, loved, been comfortably uncomfortable, grown and had fun, all while ‘neath the Pines of camp.
My summer at Camp 2023 only lasted 9 days, but I still was able to have an entire summer in that short time span. As of this morning, there are 4 days left of summer 2023. It is easy to look at this time left of camp as fleeting. But I challenge you to see how much of a summer you can have within these final days. Push yourselves out of your comfort zone and try something new. Make a new friend. Try a new activity or a new food. Take a minute to appreciate the views of the lake. Savor every moment, but make every moment count. See how much of a summer you can have in four days. For all you know, it could be an entire summer.
Good Morning. The most profound piece of advice I’ve ever received came from my high school therapist, Jenn. At that time in my life, I felt lost despite having what seemed like a clear plan after graduation—go to Colby, study music, play a sport, and experience what everyone calls “the best years of your life.” Although I received a"rmation from my family and friends, I struggled to find internal gratification. In the midst of this anxious contemplation, Jenn suggested a simple yet transformative task: to state five adjectives that reflect the type of person I hoped to embody in all of life’s endeavors. She then posed a question that has stayed with me ever since: “Are you acting in alignment with those core values?”
In that moment of reflection, I realized I wasn’t. I spent so much time thinking about the future that I had forgotten to enjoy my last month of school with my high school friends, neglecting the beautiful challenge of soaking up the present with intention and love.
The night before my college move-in, I grabbed the notebook on the hotel’s bedside table and decided to write down my five adjectives. I wanted to stare at them, hoping that maybe if I looked long enough, I could somehow wear them like a coat of armor. My core values are as follows:
Empathetic – to feel deeply with others, to understand their joys and sorrows as if they were my own.
Self-aware – to possess a clear understanding of my strengths, weaknesses, and the impact I have on the world around me.
Curious – to maintain an insatiable desire to learn and grow, to explore the unknown with an open heart and mind.
Loving – to approach life with a heart full of compassion, spreading warmth and a!ection wherever I go.
Brave – to face my fears head-on, embracing challenges with courage and resilience.
I folded up that sheet of paper and stuck it in the back of my phone case so I would take these values with me everywhere I went. That sheet of paper stayed there throughout my whole freshman year, and eventually got redefined as I grew into the person I was scared to love in the confines of my high school.
I encourage each of you to pause and ponder: Who do you want to be? What values do you want to embody? Take a moment to identify the adjectives that resonate with your soul. Once you have them, ask yourself if your actions reflect these core values. As we move through this summer together, I challenge you to be empathetic—be a shoulder to cry on for a friend. Be self-aware—own your mistakes and learn from them. Be curious—learn about your cabin mates’ di!erences with an open mind. Be loving—approach each day with compassion and spread warmth to everyone you meet. And be brave—embrace challenges and step out of your comfort zone. By doing so, we can transform our fears into strengths, our doubts into determination, and our uncertainty into a guiding light. Thank you.
Good morning. I love living in New York City because there is always something going on. Last year I went to a stew party in Washington Square Park. The broth brews for months on end and everyone must bring one ingredient to add to the pot. I brought chili flakes to add some much-needed spice. The pot is never quite finished and the broth continues to boil until the next stew party when more ingredients are added. This concept of a perpetual stew spans many cultures, and there's even one in Thailand going on fifty years! Don't worry, the heat kills any sort of bacteria. The years and years of simmering spices and flavors of all kinds come together to make a rich, hearty meal that feeds many mouths.
I love me a stew, and I think the perpetual pot of New York City is a good way to think about what it means to be a part of a community. What do you bring to a pot that has been cooking for what feels like forever?
Right here in the dining hall we have years of history—a stew that has been cooking long before you were probably born. How many people have eaten on the plate I am eating from? This might be a slightly gross question, but I think its also a bit sentimental. Maybe a Cady camper ate a Sunday donut last session on that same plate. Maybe someone ate Gale's famous hot pockets 7 years ago. Feel the bench beneath you. Who sat in it before you? Who will sit in that same spot when you leave?
This is my 5th year and my 8th session in Cabin Lakeside. Next to the 2022 lipsync award on the wall sits a beautiful portrait of Sue Sylvester from my winning team comp team, "What Would Sue Do?". Across the poster I made in 2019 reading, "you gotta live hardcore to be hardcore" is the iconic sign "be a fruit loop in a bowl of cheerios" that has hung since I was a lakeside camper in 2015. The same tacs I use every single summer from who knows what camper still poke through the walls. The Lakeside pot has been brewing forever, and still, there is room for more posters to hang and memories to be made.
So, how can we contribute to this ongoing stew without it overflowing?
At Kiniya, you enter a community that has been simmering for years. People have been friends for seemingly ages, half the camp has memorized a million dining hall
songs, and sometimes, everything feels already set in place. But the best thing about stew is that it's never done. There is room to grow and shift and of course, add more chili flakes.
The rules of pot are simple but essential:
1. BYOS (bring your own spice). Be your unique self because we could all use some fun flavor.
2. The stew is by all, for all. Encourage your friends to join. Encourage them to share all their stories and craziness and fun.
3. On the same note, leave room for others. (No need to overpower the soup)
4. No need to yuck other ingredients. Every thoughtful contribution is a worthwhile and important one. Plus negativity does not taste good.
5. Respect the stew's past (the years of brewing, the people that came before you) and respect the stew's future (how can we keep this place so amazing for generations to come!)
And most importantly, stew is best served with friends. So dig in, because there is definitely enough to go around.
So, what will you bring to the pot this summer?
Read by Sarah 'Bear' McKani #21013
Good morning! It is a pleasure to be here. !ank you very much for having me. I’ve been listening recently to interviews with Paul McCartney, where he talks about what he was thinking about when he wrote songs for the Beatles.
One of my favorite episodes was about “Let It Be,” which we sang earlier this morning. It starts with: “when you nd yourself in times of trouble, mother Mary comes to me.” Paul talks about how he was referring to his mother, whose name was Mary, but for many listeners, the phrase “mother Mary” also had a religious meaning. He also describes that the phrase “Let it Be” can mean a couple of di erent things: you can hear “let it be” and think, I will let things be as they are, with acceptance and peace. Everything may not be exactly as I want it, but I will let it be. Or you can hear “let it be” as asking for something to be a certain way: let it be sunny today!
A beautiful thing about songs is that once you let them out into the world, they take on their own meaning. Every person who listens to a song gets to have their own relationship with it. And if you listen to a song at a di erent time in your life, it might have di erent meanings for you. Maybe Climb Every Mountain has a di erent meaning to you after you’ve reached the top of Mount Mans eld. And I’m sure that Carly Simon, who wrote Let the River Run, couldn’t have imagined in her wildest dreams the passion that you girls bring to that song every time you sing it.
I learned to play the piano when I was a kid, and started writing songs in high school. I wrote about things that were meaningful to me, maybe the way that some of you write in a journal. When I started to work at Kiniya, this community became a very important part of my life. !e friendships I made here were very deep; the time I spent on the lake and in the mountains was grounding; and I found the work the leaders and sta were doing to help girls realize their potential very rewarding.
!e rst summer I was here, in 2008, Sam Williams was doing a beautiful job leading hymn sing. We sang some of the same songs that the boys did across the lake, and we mixed in songs that Kiniya had sung for a long time, like With Every Blessing, and our version of Amazing Grace. Sam serenaded the leaders and sta after the Final Five, which became our own little tradition at Kiniya.
One winter, when I was missing camp and all of you, I started to write ‘Neath the Pines. I’d like to talk a little bit about what it meant to me when I wrote it. But as Paul McCartney described, every song has its own life and its own meaning to every listener. So if ‘Neath the Pines means something di erent to you, please also hold on to that! And please tell me about it later; I would love to hear.
!e rst verse is, of course, all about Kiniya and the place we’re in when we’re here — we sing about the pines, the lake, and the spirit that you all bring to everything you do. !e physical space — under the trees, over the lake — o ers us a chance to nd some serenity, and the music tries to echo that. !e rhythm of the piano (sing dum dum) sounds a bit like the waves on the beach, which is my favorite sound to hear when I wake up in the morning or go to sleep at night. And most important, Kiniya is a community that encourages girls to be strong, and kind, and where everyone shows up with a lot of heart.
Even if this beautiful place ‘neath the pines is our home, our community is bigger than our beautiful patch of grass in Colchester. !e second verse is about our Dudley brothers, who I liked to think about at hymn sing in Westport on Sunday nights, just as we did hymn sing here on Sunday nights. I thought about my own brother, and about James Mayo, who was sitting at the piano just as
I was, and my friends who were leaders doing the same work we were doing here, encouraging boys to lead lives devoted to others. We can think about our Dudley brothers when we see the beautiful sunset against the Adirondacks, and you can just faintly hear them, singing now the day is over, just as we do, at the end of the week.
So the rst verse is about appreciating Kiniya, being grateful for where we are and who we’re with. In the second verse, we turn slightly outward, to remember that we’re a part of a larger community. For me, that comes with a responsibility to think of others, and also the comfort that there are more people than you can even see who are there to support you.
!e third verse turns even further out. At the end of the summer, we all go our separate ways — back to New York, or California, or Spain, or South Africa. !at is a very hard part about camp — that the summer always ends — but also a beautiful part: we ll up our cups here with Marnie and with each other, and then we bring that spirit of thoughtfulness, service, caring, and fun to our homes around the world.
!at’s such an important thing, to bring what you’ve learned here to the rest of your lives. !e ways that you’ve grown, conquered a challenge that you didn’t think you could, showed up for a friend who was having a hard time, and laughed with your cabin — all of it is so valuable. You will bring so much to your class at school by bringing that curiosity and caring that you all show every day here at Kiniya. I am so proud of each of you, and proud to be a Kiniya girl because of the way that we each show up for one another and in the world.
I know that sometimes it’s easier to show up with that spirit at camp. Sometimes I feel like I’m able to be more goofy here, and more con dent. So in the third verse, what I wish for all of you, is that you know that that camp spirit is right here for you whenever you need it. You’ve learned so much this summer, and shared so much love and joy. All you need to do to feel that again is close your eyes and think of the sound of the waves lapping against the shore, and know that you always have a home and a community at Kiniya.
‘Neath the pines over Champlain’s waters
Lies a spirit strong and kind
Girls whose hearts are full and loyal
Find themselves at home
Watch the sun setting o’er the mountains
Listen for our brothers’ song
Feel the calm as the day is over nd yourself at home
If you nd you’re far away from Kiniya girls who hold you dear
Close your eyes hear the soft, sweet whisper Beckons us home, beckons us home, beckons us home to its shores
Ana Alexander
Jordan Anastasi
Mimi Art
Ana Bello
Zoe Berliner
Lizzie Bersett
Kate Bijur
Sophie Chung
Kitty Crawford
Brynn Cunningham
Sophie Delfeus
Theodora Devlin
Tess Dolan
Kathryn Durr
Kat Edelmann
Iyanna Edmondson
Ela Glowczynski
Vanessa Godinez
Biz Groblewski
Tallulah Groblewski
Thea Harris
Bean Hawes
Katie Heitmann
Penny Hemingway
Piper Higgins
Elizabeth Hussa
Grace Van der Kieft
Maddie van der Kieft
Awien Mathuc
Mary Grace Mayer
Christian McAvoy
Rory Melvin
Lena Merriam
Hayden Mo!tt
Violet Monda
Violet Monda
Georgie Montanez
Abby Morris
Ashley Muccia
Libby Murray
Kai Nelson
Chloe Newkirk
Jesse O'Gorman
Bella Ospina
Claire Parelli
Adella Perrotti
Claire Powers
Wynne Prichett
Petra Qian
Lily Short
Nayla Singh
Cassie Sophocles
Ji Ji Steenburgh
Lindsay Strey
Lilah Stringer
Willa Sydor
Lily Tobey
Megan Tyne
Rylie Valiska
Heather Wallace
Bridget Welch
Elizabeth Winston
Meredith Woodbury
Grayson Van Wyck
Anna Yoder
Claire Yoder
Nick Ansell
Annie Art
Tom Brayden
Paul Brown
Ellie Frisch
Emily McCann
Katie Pan
Sam Williams
Presented on August 17th, 2024 by #20001
Marnie McDonagh
The Pat Peavy Award was created through the generosity of #10065 William T. McCutcheon and his family, in memory of #14229 Patrick Peavy, former camper and leader at Dudley who passed away in 1995. Said Bill, “Pat was thoughtful, fun, honest and had a great concern about others. His parents, Linda Crow and Patrick Peavy, were very proud of him, as was his brother #14665 Michael. He was, in short, a great Dudley Leader.” This award is given annually to one Leader at Dudley and one Leader at Kiniya who best exemplifies the traits of Dudley / Kiniya Leadership … caring, integrity and putting others before self.
The Pete Nash Award - awarded in honor of Pete Nash - on sta! at Kiniya since 1958 - to one sta! member each summer who was voted upon by their peers who displays daily a commitment to Kiniya’s Core ValuesCharacter, Community, Stewardship & Leadership - and best exemplifies the character traits of our dear ‘ol pal, Pete Nash - caring, kind, loyal, hard-working, supportive, and a role model to all.
1ST SESSION: Sophie Chung, Ella Devigne, Clara Fawcett, Lena Merriam, Libby Murray, Chloe Newkirk, Ryan Salvitti, Lucy Sylvester, Maya Travis
2ND SESSION: Bennett Callagy, Kate Dobson, Mary Donohue, Sarah Gillespie, Violet Monda , Ashley Muccia, MacKenzie O'Gorman, Clara Sumner, Megan Tyne, Rylie Valiska, Grace van der Kieft, Teah Williams, Lucca Tisken (L)
Ana Chippas
Zaria Mayo
Olivia Murad
Abby Woodbury
Grace Corcoran (Leader)
SPAIN TRIP
Abigail Cook
Vanessa Godinez
Regan Tierney
Abbey Schwoebel (Leader)
DIVISION HEADS
CUBS
Katie Pan • D-Head • University of Virginia
Emily McCann • Asst. D-Head • Queen's University
CATS
Kendyl Brower • D-Head • New York University
Annie Art • Asst. D-Head • Middlebury College
Monica Dolan • D-Head • George Washington University
Henri Fernandez • Asst. D-Head • University of Virginia
Kendra Elliott • D-Head • University of New Hampshire
Sophie Harris • Asst. D-Head • Trinity College, Dublin
Ana Bello • Universidad Politécnica de Valencia
Shubbles Dominguez • Lewis & Clark College
Charlotte Flanagan • Berkshire Academy
Ellie Frisch • Smith College
Devan Grills • University of Colorado, Boulder
Sii Jeter • Prince George’s Community College
Genevieve Lannigan • Colgate University
Lola Barral Robles • Spain Exchange Leader
Beaven Rutter • University of Vermont
Nele Schulze • German Exchange Leader
Katie White • Davidson College
Leaders: Henri Fernandez (Asst. D-Head) | University of Virginia & Nele Schulze (German Exchange Leader, 1st Session)
John Ulin Chair
J.J. Alexander
Ben Cady
Tyler Chapman
Peter Groves
Erinn Harley-Lewis
Monique Jones
Beth Kaufman
Liz Kirkpatrick
Todd Lubin
Andrew Marrus
George Matthews
Kevin McCormick
Martha McKinley
Kari McKinley
Shiro Nogaki
Tom Pohlad
Catherine Sanderson
Ted Smith
Robin Wells
David Fitzpatrick & Sarah McKani DKAA Co-Presidents