Notes:

Over sixty years later, Yoder recalled the following about his experience at camp #45:

"In a camp of 140 to 150 men living and working together, some disgruntled and unhappy, there were bound to be many interesting and some not so interesting experiences.  One camper, unhappy with me, nailed my hat to the dormitory wall.  Many years later he wrote me a letter confessing he was the culprit, but added 'I never had so much fun in my life.'"

"Another camper had the habit of playing sick on work days.  One day our astute nurse, Vera Yoder, gave him a big glass of orange juice heavily laced with castor oil.  He was the busiest man in the camp that day."

"An older camper offered my $500 to arrange his discharge.  Of course, I could not or would not do that."

"The intellectual life of the camp burgeoned when a Quaker camp was closed and our ranks swelled by men from there, all of whom had graduate degrees.  A very colorful camper was Dr. Herbert Zim of New York City, a scientist and author and an objector on humanitarian grounds."

--Taken from Peace Committee and Seniors for Peace Coordinating Committee of the College Mennonite Church of Goshen, Indiana, “Detour . . . Main Highway”: Our CPS Stories. Nappanee, IN: Evangel Press, 1995, 2000. p68-70.