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Friday, April 27, 2012

The Legend of Camp Windigo

By Joe Durwin
These Mysterious Hills

Camp Windigo, Main House
Within the wooded expanse of the Windsor State Forest, a short hike from the pleasant cascading waterfall of Windsor Jambs, a decaying nest of old buildings slipping back into nature has long fascinated lore seekers from around western Massachusetts.  Once a beloved summer camp, over the past couple of decades the camp has taken on a more sinister reputation- a site of grisly legends, alleged ghost sightings and spooky explorations.

Alumni remember Camp Windigo, as it was known and operated until the 1980s, as a place of warm childhood memories.  In the nearly three decades it has stood abandoned, however, a darker story of tragedy has emerged.

These days, the yarn one is most likely to hear if you ask around the Berkshires is some variation of the following, culled from an internet posting made a few years back:

"This is a camp that may have been up in the 1980's and is haunted by 6 little girls and a crazy woman.  The story is that a camp couselor went crazy and hung 3 girls in a barn on the property and drowned 3 more in a tub then she went and killed herself."

Occasional more recent tellings set the time of the murdered campers in the 1800s.  This is problematic, since this property was a farm then, and would not become a camp until the mid 20th century.  A trail of internet mentions over the years suggests that this change of era may have originally stemmed from a combination of typos and misinterpretations of vague mentions of "80s."

Otherwise, this a fairly consistent version of the story as it tends to be told in the region- seven deaths, including a camp counselor and six young campers she murdered.  Typical tellings usually but not always conform to the notion that three were hung, and three drowned.

This is a story that seems to have been around for well over a decade, and I have received a steady trickle of comments about it since I first began publishing These Mysterious Hills in the Advocate more than seven years ago.  Several teams of amateur ghost investigators have tromped around the property, and tell of orbs and "mysterious shadows" in their photos, child-size hand prints appearing inexplicably on windows, or the disembodied voices of children crying.  At least one purported psychic has claimed to have "made contact" with the spirits of the six murdered girls.

Fortunately for nostaligic former Windigo campers, there's no compelling reason to think these murders ever took place there.

An exhaustive check of records over the years has uncovered not a single shred of evidence to support the claim that six campers were murdered here, or anywhere else in the vicinity.  Vital records, local law enforcement files, and media sources for the area are consistently devoid of any reference to such an occurrence, which, if true, would no doubt have made lurid headlines around the region and nationally.

Is it possible that such an atrocity might still have taken place, and somehow become lost or obscured in the folds of history?

While I will allow for this truly remote possibility, I would direct the reader to a few relevant points of reference.  During the late 1970s through early 80s, at least three young girls from northern Berkshire County were abducted and murdered: Kim Benoit, of North Adams, Cynthia Krizack, of Williamstown (whose body was found not too far from Windigo, down an embankment in Windsor), and Lynn Burdick, from the town of Florida.  There are many in the area that remember these vividly.  The slightly more recent murder of Jimmy Bernardo by Lewis Lent in 1990 remains hauntingly vivid to Berkshire residents more than two decades later. Scads of material on all of these can be found around the internet.

Yet no one over the age of forty has any recollection of this rumored murder of six children in the tiny town of Windsor.  When I first heard these rumors years ago, one of the first people I asked about it was veteran Berkshire newsman Glenn Drohan, who edited or worked at every major paper in the county since long before the camp slaughter was said to have occcured.  He had no idea what I was talking about, and that clinched it for me right there.

Still, as belief in this legend grows- mostly among those born after the supposed event- and recent years have seen a great growing fascination with the site, a bit of historical background on Camp Windigo might be of interest.

History of Camp Windigo
The camp was founded in 1942, by Florence Ryder and Muriel Logan, both Physical Education professors at Smith College, on 75 acres of what had been the farm of John Decelles.  The farm house itself dates to 1790, as evidenced by signage on the edge of the house.

About 30 boys and girls would spend July and August at Windigo each year, where they tried their hand at farming with various educational tasks.

"The daily activities which were of the most importance were tending to the animals," said Karen Sawyer, attended there in the early 60s, "Every week there was an animal rotation so a camper got to experience feeding and cleaning up after each type of creature which included bantams, goats, sheep, pig, horses and Eeyore the donkey."

There were six horses in total, and also ducks, laying hens, rabbits, dogs and cats around the little farming camp.  The grounds also included a pond, blueberry field, and apple orchard.

"Miss Ryder and Miss Logan also knew all the areas around camp and at least three days a week we took hikes to various areas around the camp," according to Abby Zanger, who was also a camper there during the 60s.

At some point in the 1970s, it was purchased by the Latter Day Saints and became a camp for young Mormons children, with a similar agricultural bent.  Neither campers from the first era nor those during its Mormon period have any recollection of any stories about murdered campers ever being told there.

The camp closed in the early to mid 1980s. It was later deeded to the state and became part of Windsor State Forest.  In 2010, the Department of Conservation and Recreation were considering tearing down the structure, but at the time of this writing it still stands.

One of the enduring curiosities of the camp is it's name.  To the Algonquin people, the word Windigo (also known as Wendigo, Witiko, Weetigo, and other variations) refers to a cannibalistic supernatural creature, a source of fear and dark tales.

Assuming for a moment that the founders of the camp, of whom alumni glowingly, did not intend to evoke such dark associations, I at first wondered if they simply had heard the word without context.  Perhaps they simply applied it as a neat sounding native word, in the politically incorrect manner of many camps of the era.  This was before the age of serious Native American scholarship and long before the renaissance of cryptozoology and para-creature interest of recent decades.  Unless they were aware of an obscure psychological disorder or Algernon Blackwood's classic 1910 horror story of the same name, they might simply not have known.

The bicentennial History of the Town of Windsor offers an alternative explanation, however.  According to its brief entry, the camp was dubbed Windigo "because it is in the town of Windsor, the wind often blows there, and the place was originally known as the Windlow place, which is an Indian name."

So is the camp name derived ultimately from another Native American word besides the fabled Wendigo? I have not been able to find the word "Windlow" in what has been preserved of the Mahican language, that of the people encountered by first colonial settlers of the area- or in cursory checks of other Algonquin dialects.  This does not rule out the possibility it could have been a word among one of these long dead languages.

Meanwhile, there are ample numbers of Winslows in the Windsor Bush Cemetery right next to the old camp

Even if the name is nothing more than a striking coincidence, modern awareness of the violent connotations of the Windigo may well have helped inspire the gory myths of the camp.  Then again, a look at the larger lore of murdered campers in our culture, perhaps such a story was inevitable.

Murdered Campers: The Not-So Urban Legend

The subject of murdered campers is fairly well-worn folkloric territory, intimately connected to the very nature of the oral tradition of ghost stories, which we so often associate with camping that the term 'campfire tales' is one of its most common synonyms.  For the camper around the fire, the danger to oneself is the clincher which drives home the classic scare story, the whole ominious nature of "and some say he stalks the woods to this very day."  The historic threat and its proximal location is the underlying peril intended to give such tellings their "jump" factor.

Folklorists believe these kinds of stories have a greater impact on the psyche and imagination because of the inherent vulnerability of the setting in which they're told, and take place.  In the woods, in the dark, far from the familiarity of their own beds and the supposed safety of populated areas, such narratives take on a slight degree more plausibility to the listener.  Thus, "camp" becomes a more inherently perilous place, and we are quicker to believe in gruesome tragedy befalling the faceless unnamed campers that went before.  The camp boogeyman known as Cropsey is at least a century old, and tales of "Boyscout Betty" and the murdered youths of "Boy Scout Lane" are classics of the scouting community.  I still have fond/traumatized memories of the animal-killing psychopath our scout masters convinced us was stalking Camp Chesterfield during the summer of '91.

The 1980s saw this theme explode into a profusion of gory franchises, from Friday the 13th and Sleepaway Camp to Harvey Weinstein's "The Burning."  Counselors and campers by the dozens were stalked to their demise around the cabins and shores of places like Crystal Lake; the theme was virtually continuous on the silver screen during the decade Camp Windigo first closed.  The meteoric rise of such legends coincides so neatly with the time period during which this little Windsor sleepaway camp fell into unsettling decrepitude that it is hard to believe that these developments are unrelated.

In the realm of urban legend, this story of Camp Windigo bears a striking resemblance to that of Camp Lulu, in Brownsville, Texas.  There, it is said, a camp counselor went mad and attacked and killed several campers in his charge.  As with Windigo, the victims were all said to be girls, and in most versions the deranged counselor takes his own life, and the camp is closed down in the wake of the tragedy.

Another tale with passing familiarity comes from a closer abandoned camp, that of Camp Connecticut in Colchester.  There, the insane counselor is said to have perhaps killed as many as 60 campers!

Though no records of any such happenings support the ghostly legends of these three camps, they may be partly inspired by a very real horror that took place in Oklahoma in 1977.  On the first late spring night of Girl Scout camp at Camp Scott, near Tahlequah, Oklahoma, three young Girl Scouts, Doris Denis Milner, Lori Lee Farmer, and Michele Guse, were taken from their shared tent and brutally murdered in the woods.  An escaped convict was arrested, but later acquitted of the deaths, and the case remains open.  Camp Scott was closed down and abandoned after 50 years of operation.  The horrific crime occupied national news for weeks and months- as the supposed murders at Camp Windigo no doubt would have, had they actually occurred.

Whatever Walks There, Walks Alone

If the legendary murders at Camp Windigo most probably never took place, does that mean it's not haunted? Such proclamations are not for me to make.

There is, however, the following anecdote from one Deborah Phillips, whose husband lived in the old house for a time in the 1980s, after it was closed as a camp...

"During one visit I did see (don't laugh) some 'ghosts' old man in overalls and a young girl in a dress, out of the corner of my eyes when I entered the living room."

As one internet tipster maintained, "There is something down in the basement that has a very strong presence."

I must admit that I did feel a second or two of anxiety on my last visit to Camp Windigo, and it was just as I was entering the basement.  Then again, it might have been because the top three stairs were missing.


Anonymous said...

oh and the green barn/garage was not collasped in like that when I was up there last (which was in the last couple of months) :(

Anonymous said...

I was up there today. Beautiful, beautiful land. I went there before reading any of the "its haunted" info so I had a clear mind. Despite its overall beauty, it did give me the chills. When I was walking back towards the back barns/buildings, I stopped and turned around twice because I heard someone walking directly behind me as I walked. I thought my dog got out of the car somehow and was trotting up behind me - but nothing! I went to the barn across the street, but didn't feel comfortable going in??? These incidents, drove me to research the place only to find that its rumored to be haunted. I did go to the cemetery first. Maybe someone followed me back to the house??? It was weird.

Anonymous said...

Camped out that way in the summer of 04. I was with a fairly large group of folks who decided against better judgment to walk in the dark around the camp. Nothing creepy per se outside of hearing what sounded like horses galloping.

Dan Phillips said...

I lived there with my dad in the 80's. I personally never saw anything but at night, I would sleep facing the wall. I always felt as if someone was standing behind me. My brother told me years later that a little girl always ran into my room at night. Went back a few times. Always made me sad how fallen apart it has become.

Timothy Filiault said...

I worked for the Savoy Mt state forest as a lifeguard from 1997-2000. The blair witch project came out sometime when i worked there and a bunch of fellow workers and friends wanted to make a kind of spoof on the movie. Well, out supervisor at the time who still works for the state (i wont mention names) told us about windigo and how he was present when the lady that lived there hung herself and they had to remove her from the ceiling. So we got permission to go up there and film the place. OMG what happened to us was insane!! I never ever believed in ghosts until that night. Not only did we see the little girl like other people mentioned in the comments but what just creeped me out is that when were were in the basement, an older man in overalls and a hat knocked and peeked in the window just as 2 of our flashlights and video camera shut off. Then we here footsteps crunch in the gravel right between me and my friend as he got shoved out of the way. We both ran as fast as we could holding on to each other all the way up the stairs back into the kitchen of the house. We also had a dog with us another night and the dog started staring at and growling at the door to the big green barn the door opened up over 2 feet on its own and we thought maybe it was just the wind but, when we watched the video later that night, 3 or 4 balls of light (orbs i guess people call them) came out of the door just as it opened and none of us saw that until we saw the video! One more thing that night, as we were driving away from the main white house, we all saw a blueish glowing light coming from the center window upstairs. None of us had any idea what it was but, when we turned around the car to take another look it wasn't glowing anymore. We decided to call it a night. Well we went back up later that week and wanted to investigate that window and room where we saw the light and to out amazement, there was an old T.V. just below the window. OMG so people will say well maybe someone turned it on, impossible the electricity to that house had been disconnected many years prior, which we didn't know until later we thought there was still electricity in the house why you ask...??? well because on video, one of my friends flipped the light switch to the basement and the light bulb at the bottom of the stairs came on!!!!!! We called the electric company to verify what was going on and they did indeed verify there was NO electricity going to that house, every line had been physically disconnected as well as the service being shut off. I have a lot more unbelievable stories about windigo if anyone wants to know. We did a TON of research about it and know people that can verify the information that is not in this wonderfully written article! Like the fact that 2 children did go missing that lived there. 1 of them was found in the pond behind the cemetery. It sounds like the word of mouth information about kids dying and people missing has been mixed up and modified like the game of telephone but if anyone wants to hear some of the verified stories of misfortune that took place there, feel free to email me: some of the terrible accidents were not really reported or put in the news papers and were kept very quite!

Anonymous said...

In the 1980's after the camp became state property a groundskeeper lived in the house the drownings are said to have taken place in. My mom was there with some of her friends visiting the guy working there. What he told them is the murders is why the came was closed and the tub remained in there. When I was in middle school we took a field trip to Windsor Jams. One of the teacher's aids worked there too so he had to close up the barn or something and us kids were near the house. Many of us saw a figure inside the house on the second floor. I believe the shutters slammed shut too. After the noise the guy came running around the corner far too fast to have been him inside.

Anonymous said...

i do not know if the house is haunted, but if you sit real still the house it makes some interesting noises, and cast some pretty incredible shadows. there is a sense of sadness there, to me. there was something that happened there.. such a loved place by the town of Windsor and or savoy and yet there is very little mention of it. not so for that area generally. it is a shame the way we raise our children now. the way the have gone well out of their way to destroy the property. im certain there is a special place for you.

Anonymous said...

I had heard the stories of the house, barn, and cemetery... So being interested I went up at night with a friend... What we saw I will never forget... We got out with flashlights to go look around... As wr started to approch one of the outside building we heard music playing very faintly... It sounded like a piano... When we entered to our surprise thete wad an old upright piano there... It was old and broke down so to actually play it was impossible to do... We decided to explore the cemetery next... As we wete looking at the stones... The oldest. one buried there was only in there 30ths... We noticed a lot of little glowing lights in there... We then went to the house... The windows were borded up, but we found one that was open and got in... We got in and the first place she wanted to go wad the basement, but it was padlocked shut... All of a sudden we heard a very deep growling comming from behind the door... It scared us so much that we both jumped out the window and took off... A few years later I brought my significant other up there... He does not scare easy... Hr found a broken out window to the basement... He went in and he came right back out ghost white shaking... He told me to get in the truck and he pealed out... Half way down the road he had to pull ovet and got sick... Till this day he still won't tell me what he saw... For it to scare him it must have been bad...

Anonymous said...

ive played air soft up there i hate the fact that its been trashed but i hear nothing and when playing you hear every thing maybe its me but four people and no one hears any thing thats odd im spending the night up there and the only thing im scared off is the game warden catching me

Anonymous said...

I attended Camp Windigo in 1959 and 1960. Although I was only 10 and 11, I remember the camp fondly. It is where I learned how to ride horses and it had a beautiful, small stable and excellent instruction. We would hike up the hill behind the stable after the horses were turned in for the night and pick buckets full of blueberries and bring them to the kitchen. There were always blueberry pancakes and muffins freshly baked. the discipline by the directors was firm, but fair. I even remember the camp song!
This past July (2014), I happened to be up in the Berkshires performing with a bluegrass group and asked if anyone might be interested in exploring the old Camp Windigo. to my surprise, everyone was eager to go. It was so overgrown that we couldn't explore where the stables were or the pond, but I remembered the main house with the dining room, kitchen, infirmary downstairs and the director's quarters upstairs. The girls slept in the granary. My bunk was in the upstairs room. I didn't dare go in though as the structure is not safe. My friends suggested that I stand in the outdoors common area and sing the camp song ( what I remembered, anyway). I did, not without a little self-consciousness. I've heard it was haunted, but did not sense anything except warm memories of a wonderful childhood experience.

Ryan said...

DCR was supposed to be tearing it down this year (2014) due to its obvious safety concerns and vandalism. For the time being however it's still standing and I'm not sure it's actually going to happen before winter. It's too bad there was lack of funds to keep the camp open and lack of funds and neglect to keep the camp and buildings intact.

Anonymous said...

did you have to like get special permission

Anonymous said...

I stayed at the Camp with the Mormon church as a youth 1976. Didn't sence anything abnormal. To fond memories though as a child was afraid to be upstairs alone. Slept in the room with the pink flowers on the floor to the right as you enter the room. For some reason was a little nervous sliding down the hill behind the red barn but this coming fro. An over active imagination of a 7 year old. Only good .memories there. If something wicked is there its because the people going there with that mindset acts as a host for it.

Anonymous said...

Obviously camp windigo is memorable for many. I find it interesting that there are many with warm tender memories with no recollection of the horror stories depicted. Perhaps changing your mind set and go with an attitude of respect, God and not being a host for paranormal activity. Respecting a dwelling that has been around since ateast 1790 and is historical. Stop playing combat military man in the budings and have people go up there to restore it. Perhaps say a prayer while your there to ward off those dirt bag people that invite cultish thought processes and actions. Ya know how karma works with people that. Moral of the story you can CHOOSE to have a good experience and act the part OR YOU can invite entities that have every purpose to do harm and scare you. Be a host of good or evil its all up to you. Just don't cry about the consequences if you fail to do the honest and right thing.

Anonymous said...

To the left

Anonymous said...

I worked for MassDCR, formerly DEM at Windsor State Forest in the mid 1990's. It was one of my responsibilities to mow the Camp Windigo Property and to perform weekly inspections inside the buildings. Although creepy, myself and my co-worker never observed any apparitions or "orbs" in the house, bunkhouse or shed. We did however find an older, small pocket size "guide to Witchcraft" book in the basement of the Windigo House along with several pickling jars filled with misc. vegetables, fruit, and unknowns. The book was wrapped with red ribbon and had a large birds leg (from the knee to talons) tied to the cover with the ribbon. That book was taken to the park ranger station at the Windsor State Forest parking area for the old swimming area. I know that the book had remained there for several years while I had worked there and due to the park being shutdown shortly thereafter, may even still be there.

I had also camped overnight several times at the campsite to the immediate east of the Windigo graveyard just north of the onsite pond. The only thing seen or heard during those nights was coyotes and owls. There were some markers from the late 1700's in the graveyard.

David Tatlock said...

was a camper in summer of 1949. Got the century right. Only thing weird for me there was that people like me, not quite 5 years old were generally unattended. Very vacuous experience. Some pain in this, but recommend Keewaydin Camp in Vermont.

Camp leaders were Miss Logan and Miss Ryder. They put me in a room and intimidated me with their voices until tears. My older sister, Rabbit, said that they called out at dinner that campers swallow their food "in time:...or after about "five chewing motion".

I am trying to put Windigo into my Northampton stories. Never realized Windigo went earlier than William Cullen Bryant dt

Anonymous said...

I was a camper from 1964 to 1969 and as I think back on those summer months,I have to say they were the best summers of my childhood. I use to play in an old stage coach that was near the bunk house. We were taught how to take care of the farm animals. We had lessons in riding, swimming,archery,hiking and camping. We had sleep outs at blueberry hill and had the best blueberry pancakes for breakfast. Once a summer we would hike to Mt. Greylock.And each summer I hoped I was strong enough to hike the Thunder Bolt trail.

One summer Miss Ryder and Miss Logan took the older campers to Tangle Wood for a summer concert.It was a fun and an educational experience. At the end of the summer we would pick blueberries by basket full. Anne the cook would make the best blueberry jam for all the campers to take home. Camp Windigo was the best learning experience for any child from the age of 6 to 12. I am so sad to see the camp site gone. I think of my summers at Windigo often.

Anonymous said...

I was at the site in July, 2017. Almost all signs of the camp are gone. There is the stone foundation of the original house, and a section of poured concrete wall. Otherwise it is all open field.

David Tatlock said...

I was at Windigo at age four for a few weeks. 1949. Too young. There were some strange chewing rituals
that harked back to Horace Fletcher's dictum about chewing, though turned around so that the push
meant to "swallow your food". For some reason, I was taken into a room behind the dining room and
badly frightened by the two women who ran the camp. But I read of the good times and only protest
that I was too young to be there. Windigo seems linked in my mind with placing two marshmallows
on a stick and having both of them fall into the fire.