"When I was a child only the wealthy owned televisions. If you wanted to talk to your best friend, you walked the mile or two to her house. Children were not allowed to use the telephone because everyone had a "party" line. An adventure was walking three miles to the nearest soda shop to buy a nickel scoop of ice cream. Simple pleasures came from catching lightning bugs in a jar, building a fort in the woods, riding your bike around the block until the next bus came, or pretending to be the "Box Car Children" using the local grocery store's discarded wooden crates.

Today, my grandchildren are caught up in television, computers and electronic games of all types. Their idea of an adventure is playing the newest and most difficult video games. If they want to talk to their best friend, they use either their mother's cell phone or in some cases, their own. Simple pleasures come from clicking the channel button on their Dish Network, watching their favorite DVD or just browsing the Internet!

The first time that I decided to take my three year old granddaughter, Skye, and my two year old grandson, Seth, on a hike in the woods, my granddaughter looked up at me with a puzzled expression and asked, "Grandma, what does a hike look like?" That day, six years ago, the seed was planted for what was to become Grandma's Camp®."