Among the wooded knolls and winding paths of Camp Jabberwocky, tiger lilies bloom in profusion.
The Camp Jabberwocky stage was a small Amish town in Pennsylvania where Dr. Frankenstein set up a laboratory. Using high voltage electricity, he zapped his green creature, Derrick, to life.
Under the late afternoon sun, a group of smiling beachgoers, some from Camp Jabberwocky, others from Beacon Academy, ran into the ocean together.
On Friday and Saturday night at Camp Jabberwocky, Dr. Frankenstein hailed from Pennsylvania rather than Transylvania, and his use of electricity didn’t sit well with the Amish villagers. Welcome to Frankenstein’s Last Dance.
Here they come. Three vans full. I’m hot. I’m exhausted. And I’m nervous. Camp Jabberwocky shows up in my meadow every year for a lively session of the Chilmark Writing Workshop.
Camp Jabberwocky has been around for more than 60 years now and summer wouldn’t be summer without its productions. Join staff and campers Friday, July 18 and Saturday, July 19 for Something Frankenstein.
In 1953 a few children from Fall River, some in wheelchairs and some wearing braces, clambered off the ferry and found freedom for the first time on the Vineyard. Sixty years later, Camp Jabberwocky is still changing lives.
Officially known as the Martha’s Vineyard Cerebral Palsy Camp, this extraordinary program gives adults and children with severe disabilities a few weeks each year to experience all the joys of summer — swimming, dancing, fishing, parasailing, painting, horseback riding, to name a few.
