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Roger E. Jacobi

FANTASTIC! I have not been there in a looooooong time. At 88 years of age, I do not plan on returning because ----YOU SHOULD NEVER GO BACK (so they say!

Thanks for the visit --- I truly enjoyed it.

Roger Jacobi

Anne Morse Hambrock

Dr. Jacobi,

I'm so glad you enjoyed this piece! Interlochen is such a part of the person I became and your stewardship while I was there is most certainly part of the reason! Thank you for all your hard work to make the camp what it was when I was there.


Anne Morse Hambrock

Dr. Jacobi - I don't know if you will see this comment but both my parents had you at the University of Michigan. John Morse - my dad - was one of Louis Stout's horn students and my mother was Nancy Frye, a choral major. They remember you very fondly!

Lancelot Lovejoy

Splitting hairs, perhaps, but HU-4 is actually PICASSO House, not Piccolo House. Enjoyed the essay very much.

Anne Hambrock


Thanks for the correction, I'll fix it!


Mark Powell

I agree with Dr. Jacobi,
Though I'm very thankful for your time and photos Anne. One can't go back. But I have, much like Adso of Melk in The Name of the Rose, tried to create small piece of Interlochen, my Interlochen, the one that exists in my head, wherever I am. Now that I'm in western New York, in the woods, that task is a bit easier.
Anne this was a beautifully written piece. Change is not always good, particularly if it erodes the foundations of a place or institution. The demise of challenges has taken a very big toll on the overall quality of the ensembles. I well remember Peter Hadcock's graffiti in my cabin and thinking "THAT'S the guy in the Boston Symphony!!!!!!!" He was here! Doing what I do!
So, here's a "Sound the Call" to all my fellow gifted youth, who do more in less time, and who carry on the Interlochen spirit, in every thought, and word, and deed.

Lynne Hsu Xavier

Anne, thank you for this. I had almost the same experience when I went back to visit camp about 5 years ago. It is indeed bittersweet to see all of the changes, some for the better (I agree with you that the Bowl's seating changes are a great improvement), and some for the worse (I personally mourn the demise of ubiquitous dark blue corduroy; and does anyone monitor the length of some of those girls' shorts these days?!).

But two of your observations resonated especially. First, your feeling when you first went to NMC that you had finally found your tribe, your people. Second is the impossibility of sharing/explaining that experience and that place with people who have never attended NMC. I was fortunate in having visited camp with my sister who was also a NMC camper. As wonderful a person as my husband is, I'm glad he didn't come with us, because of the second point I mentioned above.

Thanks for writing this blog entry. Loved it!

Sally Lansdale

When I was there in the late 1960s a group of us "hung out" on Sunday afternoons at the picnic tables around the Melody Freeze. When I went back for a Bonnie Raitt concerts a few years ago, that's the first place I went. I teared up a little when I saw it. And yes, like you, whenever I hear Les Preludes, I cry.

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This is really great.Thanks for sharing this with us.Keep on making such a great post.

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i like of all these pictures.


These are great photos. I was a camper in 1989 (IB) and a counselor in 1995. I was amazed how much had changed in those few years; I couldn't imagine what it would be like were I to go back today! The Tuba Hut: gone! How sad.

Also, I still get chills when I hear Les Preludes, too.

John Morse

I know I would not have persued a musical career were it not for the 3 years I spent at Interlochen, 1952 and 1953 HSB (band and orchestra) and 1958 HSB counsellor. During the few visits I made in later years, I experienced exactly what Anne did.

John Morse
(Anne's dad)

Paul Karne

I was a camper from 83-87 (IB and HSB) and worked in the theater department in 89. They were some of the best years of my life. I hope to send my alighted there next summer, but it scares me to see all the changes. That said, I'm glad the graffiti hasn't left the cabins. I tear up when I hear Les Preludes too and have fond memories of performing in it. Thanks for the reminders.

And I fondly remember shaking Dr. Jacobi's hand at their annual reception.

David Honig

Whenever I hear "God save..." I think "... the tubas, because nobody else will." Graffiti in the Tuba hut, circa 1977. NMC '71-'78.

David Honig

And it is marvelous to see something from De. Jacobi after all these years. I was a camper when he took over, and have a picture of meeting him, a young camper, soaked with rain and shaking his hand.

James Petersen

Nice essay

Yes you can go back and sometimes, it's very worthwhile. My celloson first encountered the 1200 acre bubble as a camper. He subsequently graduated from the Academy in 2009. Since then, he's returned twice as a Counselor, Lifeguard, and Sailing Instructor. Each time he returns, he learns something more about himself.

Anne Hambrock


Sadly dr. Jacobi passed not long after his comment posted above. I am so honored to know he read the piece and enjoyed it!


Yes, I also went back on staff and then a few times within the 5 or so years after my time there as a camper. But the real challenge comes when you stay away for a long period like 20 years. Then it can be rather a shock to the system :-) I' m so glad your son is remaining connected.

Ben Mundy

Very nice read. Yes, time is often the enemy of an authentic memory. Alas. I was blown away to go back to photos from 1975 and see Howard Hanson conducting WYSO. What a thrill that must have been!

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