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March 03, 2008

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fred bell

David Anderson posted on the old page, how can I reach Steve, who went to Big Cove,did we call him eeyor? Have you heard from Marlene,what was her last name. David was nicknamed Daisy cause we painted his glasses like daisies when he was sleeping on the train going east, so he was burdened with the nickname all through camp. David do you remember much about Big Cove?
If anyone has some old pictures they want to share, I'll try to add them to the new Christoper link that Bill was talking about. you can email them to me at [email protected]. I travel a lot, but when I am home I can start creating a kind of picture page at the chrisopher I posted 2 I have on my laptop as a start.

Good News... I have made contact with "Bubbles Brayley" Father John's Neice who will be online sometime soon. She tells me everyone can see her Brother Bill Brayley on the Canadian version of the Antiques road show. I have the origial Project Christopher stationary at home so I will add our old Logo to Bill,s site when I get home in a week or so. I think a reunion is a great possibility, Ive heard you can rent cottages on Waupoos Island now......
To Bill Millar from all of us who have posted so far...Thank you for getting this started, this will be fun. :)

Fred

Michael Callahan

WOW! Finding this site was a real trip down "memory lane!" I was with Project Christopher during the Summer of '67; other folks my age and older called it “The Summer of Love.” (The Summer of Love refers to the summer of 1967, when an unprecedented gathering of as many as 100,000 young people converged on the Haight-Ashbury neighborhood of San Francisco, creating a phenomenon of cultural and political rebellion. While hippies also gathered in New York, Los Angeles, Atlanta, Chicago, and across Europe, San Francisco was the epicenter of the hippie revolution,[1] a melting pot of music, psychedelic drugs, sexual freedom, creative expression, and politics. The Summer of Love became a defining moment of the 1960s, as the hippie counterculture movement came into public awareness.)

I joined this wonderful group, Project Christopher during a time of great turmoil in our country and my life: The Vietnam War and Protests captured the media and my father had just passed away a few months earlier. Little did I know that a couple of year later I would be in Vietnam and wondered whether or not I would ever live to see the age (48) my father was when he died.

I connected with Project Christopher through a group of "kids" (after all, looking back, we were just kids, weren't we?) from the Kansas City area. I remember the names of some: Angie Davis, Darcy Williams, John Drago, Christopher Rodman(?) and I know there were several others. Forgive me, if your names have slipped my mind …. But yours faces are forever etched there!. I know I still have a "telephone book" that I wrote down all the names all those I stayed in contact with. We all rode the train together on our way to Canada.

We did our "Summer Camp" training at Winnipeg and "my group" went off to Regina, Saskatchewan to do our summer project. That summer, my group ‘ran’ a camp for mentally disabled children. It was such a rewarding experience! We lived in the basement of a church and were very warmly welcomed by the community. I remember meeting two “kids” from Regina, Wendy and Wayne Kuntz (sister and brother), who always kept us busy. I would really love to hear from them again some day! John Drago, Darcy Williams, and Jane Skelton (from Montreal) were folks that were in my group, just to name a few. I believe that Christopher Rodman also was on our team. I know somewhere along the line I met Bev Brackman, too.

I have many fond memories of Father John Brayley. What an extraordinary human being and priest! Organizing the Project Christopher youth movement was an unprecedented humanitarian effort during those turbulent times in our history. I will never forget sitting around the camp fire singing the “Project Christopher” song….remember, “We have travelled far to work and sing on our way to Bethlehem. On horses we rode, and stories we told ….. And its freedom we want, and free we’ll be, to love our fellow man. So brother hold my hand, we’ll meet the Lord’s command, And make the world a better place to be!” Anyone remember all the words?

And who could ever forget the reunion at Bethlehem! Somewhere at home, I do have numerous black and white photographs of THE SUMMER OF ’67!

I can be contacted at [email protected]. Did I say I retired from the Army as a commissioned officer in ’89 and have worked for the US Army ever since as a member of the Army Civilian Corps conducting Leadership Seminars worldwide.

Laura Gold

Hi,

I know it's been some time since anyone has written on this blog, but I just came across it!

I spent two summers with the Project 1974-75. Also spent time in Sterling at the farmhouse. I have a number of pictures which I'll send to Fred soon.

I have had contact recently with Peter O'Neil from Arnprior. I get a yearly holiday card from Alison Eyre, I know Pam Walker is in Syracuse and have been close to Peggy O'Bryne for years.

Like all of you, the Project entered my life at a pivotal time-- I was innocent,emotional, seeking meaning and oh so sincere in my quest. My strongest memories are of the wonderful gentle souls I met, the circles, the masses (though I'm essentially an agnostic), the music, the stars in Sterling.

Perhaps there can be a book of memories...
Laura Gold

bill millar

Hi Laura - we were in contact a few years back. Alison Eyre? Was she a sister to Steve? I remember him vaguely and seem to recall hearing about a bad motorcycle accident - Also have wondered about Peggy O'Byrne - there is a PhD psych with the same name. . .

Had contact with Sarah Brown in Iowa City some months back. Saw Beth Bulger (Garvey) this summer.

Often thought a book would be interesting. I bet there's a grant somewhere for some kind of social research project. . .

Bill

peggy O'Byrne

Hello one and all,

I have been reading the entries from some of you 'old christophers' and many of you are still very fresh in my memory. I was 'in the project' from the age of fourteen until I was about eighteen or nineteen. In those days I thought I would never leave and in some ways the project has never left me. Indeed ,as with many of us I suspect, the project has in many ways shaped my world view and my way of being in this world.
I continue to travel a fair amount and it feels very easy and right to meet a perfect stranger and easily establish a rapport with them. Indeed, I continue to nourish relationships across several continents. I can thank the project for the blessings this has brought to me. On the down side, I have not warmed to the suburban world which causes at times certain complications.

I have developed an identity of somewhat of a writer and I too at times consider the idea of pursuing a kind of anthropology of Projet Christopher and included in that a portrayal of the complicated and far reaching person that Father John was.

Do any of you rememebr John Ireland lamenting to us " litte christophers" that when Father John said jump we should say how high? For myself, I would have jumped as high as Father John as me to and indeed I and a good many others carried out feats that were well beyomd our years.

Merv, Fred, Bill, I see you all quite vividly and have some very in-tact memories of the times we had. Fred , I can still conjure the made-up songs we sang that summer in New Brunswick. I can still see you waking us in the morning and signing that silly tune. Merv, I can still conjure the feeling of Scotland , the dampness of that lonely school house and that crazy project of building a 'foot path' up a mountain. Bill, I have the feeling that we did a long hitch hike together but I am not sure where. I do however distinctly remember your laugh.
Yes Bill, I did "become a psycholgist" but I have had a few lives previous to that and continue to evolve. Sarah Brown.... The Iowa girls were so gentle and poetic. I am still in good contact with Barb Armstrong who has remained a true friend throughout. I could write alot more but think I should stop
for now. Thanks Laura for sending me this blog. Let's see where it goes. In the mean time I send you all my good wishes and warm regards

all good things (a qoute from Gus Geiger kansas City)

Peggy O'Byrne

pac_3151@yahoo.com

Oh, Peggy, is that you?!?! Do you remember me, Pat Gores (now Cooper) from Wisconsin. I smile when I think of you and Derek!

Sue Lightford

I can't believe it!
I was on the team that went to Prince Rupert BC in 1972...after the training camp in Thunderbay and then back at the end of the summer to NS. It is so great to see all these names!!

Fr Gilles Surprenant

Hello Everyone. I wanted to go on Project Christopher but my parents wouldn't let me. I too have fond memories of Fr John Brayley and am a priest today because of him. Any of you grads from St Pius X High School in Montreal Class of 1966? We're having a reunion. Get back to me and I'll fill you in. Please pass on to any '66 Pius grads you may know. thanks. Fr Gilles

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