Kieve Wavus Education / A Non-Profit Organization LINDY PERRY: CAMP MOM AT THE BEGINNING OF CAMP I LIKE TO REMIND THE girls that we are a family here at Wavus. I have had the pleasure of watching most of these girls grow up from a young age. This summer I got a little teary because my first cabin as a
Dear Kieve-Wavus family, With a heavy heart we bring you the news that Alexander McIlvaine, Kieve camper 2006-11, passed away on December 24. In his dad’s words: “It should be said loudly that Kieve was seminal to Al’s growing up. His character, adventure, outdoors, courage, and stamina all came from his time there. He loved the place and you all.”
What a great way to round off our Veterans Camp programming for 2017! Our Vietnam Veterans were as grateful as ever and as much fun to be around and serve as always. This is the first time (we think…) we have had an all State of Maine group. Our volunteers, Donna, Courtney, Missy and Tony did an outstanding job and
As the first official measurable snow fell on the mid-coast in December, the staff at Kieve-Wavus was busy preparing to greet 22 Vietnam Veterans and 12 of their spouses & guests at the Kieve campus in Nobleboro to say “Thanks”. For the past 7 years, Kieve-Wavus has invited veterans and their families to come to the peaceful shores of Damariscotta
I know who you are. Whether you opened this book (the new “90th” book due out this summer) and immediately sought out the section devoted to the ’90s and 2000s, or you read every page up to this point and my “I know who you are” opening has now led you to reconsider why you set out on this course
In 1925, two years after graduating from Princeton, he was able to cobble together a little money to buy about 500 acres and 3 ½ miles of shoreline from several farm families and one defrocked Episcopalian minister who had exceeded his bounds as a missionary in Japan. In those days the land had remarkably little monetary value, but the farmers’
Since the age of ten I’ve been traveling to Camp Kieve with an overarching goal of completing the final summer’s wilderness adventure. As a 16 year old I would backpack one hundred miles of the Appalachian Trail through the rugged wilderness of northern Maine ending at the summit of Mt. Katahdin. I would stand on top of this mighty, barren mountain,