Camp Street got its name from the fact that it linked Stabroek and Cummingsburg to the military garrison in Kingston at the beginning of the nineteenth century. It indeed became the ‘happy camping ground’ for citizens growing up in the capital city, playing such a major role in our maturation, that I hasten to record for posterity this nostalgia.
During World War II, a huge zeppelin traversed the city twice daily – passing directly overhead at Camp Street on its way from the US airbase at Atkinson Field to patrol off our foreshore for German U-boats. At Easter, the prime picnic spot to fly our kites, was the sandy hill with huge almond trees at the head of Camp Street, off the sea wall.
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