More information to come as details are ironed out.

Please email kilowan.blog@gmail.com if you’re interested in helping to organize or have any suggestions regarding the reunion planning.

We thank you very kindly for the good, good food.
Oh, we thank you very kindly for the good, good food.
Yeah, we thank you very kindly for the good, good food.
We thank you very kindly for the good, good, food!

My brother Bill
Has a still on the hill
Where he runs off a gallon or two
The buzzards in the sky
Got so drunk they cannot fly
Just from sipping that good old mountain dew

(Chorus)

My brother Mort
He’s sawed off and short
Stands about four foot two
But he thinks he’s a giant
When you give him a pint
Of that good old mountain dew

(Chorus)

We’re mourning for Fred
We took him for dead,
Said that he couldn’t pull through.
But he came back to life
When we traded his wife
For a pint of that good old mountain dew.

(Chorus)

The little twinkling stars on high
Are whispering nature’s lore,
While all around us the soft winds sigh
And Great Wokanda watches o’er.
Wo-He-Lo, Wo-He-Lo.

We were starved as starved could be,
And now we’ve had too much to eat,
So riggety jig and away we go,
Heigh Ho, Heigh Ho, Heigh Ho!

*sung in Teal after a meal, and continued until outside*

With a wing on the left
And a wing on the right
The little birds sleep
All thru the night

SHHH!! (quiet)
They’re sleeping (really loud)

The bright sun comes up,
the dew falls away,
“Good morning, good morning!”
the little birds say.

There’s a web like a spider’s web,
Made of silver light and shadows,
Spun by the moon in my room at night.
It’s a web made to catch a dream,
Hold it tight ‘til I awaken,
As if to tell me, my dream is all right.

I met a stranger,
His name was Danger,
We rode side by side.
Way down in Santa Fe,
I killed a man they say
Danger told me, “Ride!”

There’s a web like a spider’s web,
Made of silver light and shadows,
Spun by the moon in my room at night.
It’s a web made to catch a dream,
Hold it tight ‘til I awaken,
As if to tell me, my dream is all right.

Now if I return,
They will hang me,
By the old oak tree,
Down by the mission,
Down by the fountain,
Where my love told me:

There’s a web like a spider’s web,
Made of silver light and shadows,
Spun by the moon in my room at night.
It’s a web made to catch a dream,
Hold it tight ‘til I awaken,
As if to tell me, my dream is all right.

Liz King, a former camper, found this site recently and sent along this group photo from 1971.  Here’s the accompanying e-mail note:

“Hi Carri,
Here is my 1971 group photo from Blue Bird Lodge. I am top row, far right.  I think I went to Kilowan 5 years in a row and received my 5 year tie….I know I carry many wonderful memories from those years. Finding your web site made me so nostalgic….had been thinking about Kilowan and googled it just for a lark. Very very wonderful….
cheers,
Liz King”

Thanks for the photo Liz!  And thanks for the kind words!

~Larken