Gleaning Facebook: Camp Glisson

 For eight weeks of the seven years starting in 1958 and ending in 1964 I lived at Camp Glisson. Much of the rest of those years the Glisson weeks lived on in my mind. The only thing I looked forward to with as much relish was the week each year I stayed with my Daddy Shaw and Mama Shaw in Milstead. Glisson is still going strong. What a beautiful place. It changed my life.

One of the great events of my Daddy-hood was taking our kids up to Glisson, especially the year that my Glisson friend Cleve Burton and I got to relive those memories a little as we drove our daughters there for their turn.