Located near Amarillo, the camp was a cluster of non-special buildings and a chapel in the low arid hills of the Panhandle, beside a semi-dry riverbed that had been home for animals and Amerinds for centuries. (I remember one year a priest who was an amateur paleontologist found a mammoth's tooth.)
At the time, we called it simply "the Conference Center," and that's how it was usually referred to, or just "conference," as in "hey, you goin' to conference this summer?" Later it was officially named Bishop Quarterman Camp and Conference Center, after the colorful, folksy former bishop of the Northwest Texas, George Quarterman. (He passed away in September 2002, at the age of 96!) Later, it was renamed again Quarterman Ranch. Sadly, Camp Quarterman is no longer held at the ranch, but is still active at another location in Colorado.
Many of the friends I made in those long-ago summers I have kept, but most of them I lost track of. Sometimes I don't even remember their names, unless I took the trouble to write them on the back of the pictures held up against a bright window. A few years ago, a former attendee whom I never knew personally sent me the names of a lot of the kids who went to the conference when she did, so some of the gaps were filled in. In this little exercise, I have avoided last names even when I know them.
Each link below contains a high-resolution scan of the group picture for that year, plus assorted and random details. In some cases, there are two group photos for one year. Anyone who appears in these pictures and wants to share a colorful story or two, please feel free to email me.