May the Great Scoutmaster be with you on this next leg of your journey.
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W Holden Camp Hinds,
Sanford, Maine
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We’ll never replace Tom Henderson in the galaxy of Camp Hinds notables.  I knew him first as a young Scout in Troop 22, when he became my Senior Patrol Leader, Eagle Scout, all-time champion in fund raising drives and all-around camper. He was my co-leader on high adventure trips, including a 50 miler on the Appalachian Trail. He then succeeded me as Scoutmaster of Troop 22,  a position which he regretfully had to end due to the pressure of his work in forestry, which took him all over the northeast.  His career at Camp Hinds covered multiple staff positions, all done well by this multi-talented person.  I’ll never forget his daring in performing the flaming hoop dance at some of our Hinds council fires, and his leadership as Lodge Chief for two years. Thanks to Walter Lamb for recalling Tom’s love of the Irish farewell – “may the road rise to meet you…”

~
Frank Maguire

Tommy (He was never Hondo to me.) Henderson was a kid from the neighborhood. Even though he was 12 years younger, he and I shared many common interests -- Scouting, Troop 22, and Camp Hinds among others. When I moved back to the Portland area, Tommy and I connected through Troop 22. I had worked at the Governor Baxter School for the Deaf and had gone to grad school and worked at Gallaudet College where I perfected my sign language skills. Tommy wanted to learn how to sign, so I taught him some basic signs (including a few that were not suitable for campfire presentations) and pointed him to available resources in the area. He later went on to work with the Scout Troop at the Governor Baxter School. Two memories stand out vividly from my long association with Tommy. One was the Notre Dame-Texas New Year’s Day game for the National Championship in 1978. Tommy, his brother Peter, and I watched the game on a little black and white TV in the basement of his family’s house on Haven Road. Much hooting and hollering that day as the Fighting Irish took home the prize. Several years later, Tommy just randomly showed up at my house in Vermont. He was involved in a timber sale nearby, called my house, got directions from my wife, and was sitting at the dining room table when I came home from work. It was as though we had seen each other the day before as we talked well past my bedtime.
A person wiser than me once said, “Those who bring sunshine into the lives of others cannot hide it from themselves.” Even though they have passed on, the light they shared burns brightly in our hearts. 

~ Bill Wiles  Camp Hinds Staff, 1968-1977