01/05/08 - NNHS Newsletter I'm Forever Blowing Bubbles "I had a dream my life would be different from this hell I am living, so different from what it seemed. Now life has killed the dream I dreamed." - Victor Hugo (26 Feb 1802 - 22 May 1885)

Dear Friends and Schoolmates, 

   This is another song that my mama,            the late Maxine Frix Buckley (John Marshall HS - '25), used to sing me as a lullaby. She still sings to my sister        (Eleanor Buckley Nowitzky  - '59 - of NC) and me quite often, particularly in moments when we really need her.  I think she very likely sings us lullabies on a daily basis, and if we were only still enough, we could hear them more often. Thanks, Baba!

   This version by New Zealand bandleader Roly Wright is not even close to the way she sang it, but of the several midi arrangements I found online, I thought it was the most original and amusing, and I thought she would enjoy it, too. 

   For something completely different, try these three:

West Ham United Anthem - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RDcPFxKhz14&feature=related

West Ham United Fans - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gUIrJQoIZvg

Cockney Rejects - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1-X6LnVASGs

BIRTHDAYS - TODAY AND UPCOMING:
   Happy Birthday today to our Birthday Three-Fer,   Carolyn McCormick Holmes ('57),    Cammie Dick Gibson ('57), AND Leonard M. (Doc) Hudson (Warwick HS - '60) of VA!
   Coming soon, we'll have: 06 -     Harry Covert  ('57) of Northern VA,    Steve Veazey ('60) of VA, AND Diane Sandler Marcus ('69) of MD;
07 -   Jimmy Shires ('57) of VA, Brucey Smith Slama ('57), AND Paige Smith Morahan ('57)!

   Many Happy Returns to you all!

http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/Happy-Birthday.html

    From My Niece, Shari, of VA - 01/04/08 - "Baba":

   Oh, yeah! Shortly after moving up to Northern Virginia in 1975, Baba was attacked by a mugger who was extremely interested in her purse. Baba could replace with a bit of trouble her ID and driver's license, but she knew that purse held precious photographs which could not be replaced. So at the age of 67, she began to wage a mighty battle with the purse snatcher to keep her "baby", as she always called her purses.  As you recall, she was always extremely strong and no doubt thought she could prevail - until the man uttered the crushing words, "Look, Lady, I have a knife (or a gun - I forget)."

   The purse - and ID's - were subsequently recovered.  The photographs, alas, were gone, lost to the winds.

  That Baba! Thanks, Shari!

      From one of my Famous Marines,  Herb Hice of MI, who served in the Pacific Theater during WWII - 01/04/07 - "Dear Carol / Dimples, I'm daydreaming again !!!":

Dear Carol / Dimples I enjoy looking at OLD pictures. In this picture I am at my cottage and enjoying the view of Lake Michigan. The cottage is about 100 feet from the beach in the woods. The Family enjoyed it for 46 years. I'll send you an oldie now and then. Herbie
		Herb at the cottage by the swing

   Oh, WOW! It's fun to daydream; I always recommend it! Thanks, Herbie Darlin'!

   From the Head Cheerleader of 1958, Evelyn Fryer Fish of TX - 01/04/08 - "RE: Chamberlin Hotel":

   Thanks so much, Evelyn!  I added your information to the Chamberlin Hotel page in Our Old Stomping Grounds:

http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/SITE-MAP.html

     http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/old-stomping.html

          http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/OOSG-C-G.html

               http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/chamberlin.html

  From Marty Whitmore McCoy ('67) of VA - 01/04/08 - "Happy New Year":

Pretty Neat Images if you have not seen these before - I sure remember most of them. 

Happy New Year  :-) Marty

   These are cool, Marty! A few months ago we added them to the site itself so we could look at them whenever we want:

http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/SITE-MAP.html

     http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/fun-to-remember.html

   Thanks, Lady!

 From Elaine Wilkinson Bracken ('61) of VA - 01/04/08 - "Grandma's Apron":

The History of  'APRONS'   The principal use of Grandma's apron was to protect the dress underneath, but along with that, it served as a potholder for removing hot pans from the oven. It was wonderful for drying children's tear, and on occasion was even used for cleaning out dirty ears. From the chicken coop, the apron was used for carrying eggs, fussy chicks, and sometimes half-hatched eggs to be finished in the warming oven. When company came, those aprons were ideal hiding places for shy kids. And when the weather was cold, grandma wrapped it around her arms. Those big old aprons wiped many a perspiring brow, bent over the hot wood stove. Chips and kindling wood were brought into the kitchen in that apron. From the garden, it carried all sorts of vegetables. After the peas had been shelled, it carried out the hulls. In the fall, the apron was used to bring in apples that had fallen from the trees. When unexpected company drove up the road, it was surprising how much furniture that old apron could dust in a matter of seconds. When dinner was ready, Grandma walked out onto the porch, waved her apron, and the men knew it was time to come in from the fields to dinner. It will be a long time before someone invents something that will replace that "old-time apron" that served so may purposes. Send this to those who would know, and love the story about Grandma's aprons. REMEMBER: Grandma used to set her hot baked apple pies on the window sill to cool. Her granddaughters set theirs on the window sill to thaw.

   Thanks, Elaine! Aprons are cool!

    From My Niece, Shari, of VA - 01/02/08 - "From your friend,    Chris (Wilson Starkman - '68 - of CA":

"Bulldog + Shitzu."

   Ja - I thought that was a distinct possibility! WILD GIGGLES!!! Thanks, Shari!

    From Sydney Dearing ('56) of TN - 01/04/08 - "Two thanks and one apology":

Carol,

 

I would like to send two "thank you's" and one apology.

 

Thanks to   Donnie Satisky ('56 - of OR) for alerting me to the existence of this site.

 

Thanks to    Jimmy Shires ('57 - of VA) for getting me back in touch with "Doc" after all these years, and happy birthday, Jim.

 

An apology to....well, she will know. This has been eating at me for 50 years. After high school, not having the means to go to college, I enlisted in the U. S. Air Force. When I left for Basic Training, a very nice and beautiful young lady gave me a laminated photo of herself to take with me. We wrote to each other for a while, and it may be that she sent the picture to me in the mail. Memories get a little fuzzy after all this time, but in any case I had her picture. Boy, was I proud of that picture.

The only problem was that the lamination made it too large to fit in my wallet's picture compartment. One day I decided to try to remove it from the lamination so I could carry it in my wallet. In the process the picture snapped completely in half. I was mortified. To make matters worse, a few days later I received a letter from her asking me if I would mind sending the picture back to her. I'm trying to remember the exact circumstances after all this time, but I think she needed the picture to get some copies made, because she told me she would send it back to me. I was totally embarrassed.

For those who remember it, I felt like Theodore Cleaver on "Leave It to Beaver" who always had the best of intentions but always managed to get himself in a mess. I didn't have Ward Cleaver around to give me his wise counsel so I just procrastinated, trying to think what to do. I took the picture to a photography store to see if it was possible to put it back together or duplicate it in such a way that the break wouldn't show, all to no avail, so I procrastinated a little more and pretty soon it just became too late to do anything. So I did nothing. All these years later it still bothers me that I didn't have the guts to just write to her and confess that I had destroyed her picture and apologize for it.

 

Recently I saw that picture again - on this website. If she sees this, she will know. It doesn't excuse it but I'm sorry. Thanks for posting this Carol.

 

Sydney Dearing

   Sydney, until I read your touching note, I had no intention of publishing a Newsletter today, but I just couldn't postpone this.  It brought back too many memories and feelings of guilt of my own which I tried - often in vain - to suppress for years. Thank you - so very much!

From NewsMax.com - 01/05/08:

      From Wayne Stokes ('65) of VA -  01/04/08 - "Welcome to 2008: Dubya's last year in office" AND
    From Joan Lauterbach Krause ('60) of VA - 01/05/08 - "Too true to be funny":

As the start of the political season begins, thought you might enjoy this!! 

The next time you hear a politician use the word 'billion' in a casual manner, think about whether you want the 'politicians' spending YOUR tax money. 

A billion is a difficult number to comprehend, but one advertising agency did a good job of putting that figure into some perspective in one of its releases.
  
A. A billion seconds ago it was 1959. 
  
B. A billion minutes ago Jesus was alive. 

C. A billion hours ago our ancestors were living in the Stone Age. 

D. A billion days ago no-one walked on the earth on two feet. 

E. A billion dollars ago was only 8 hours and 20 minutes, at the rate our government is spending it. 

While this thought is still fresh in our brain, let's take a look at New Orleans It's amazing what you can learn with some simple division. 

Louisiana Senator, Mary Landrieu (D), is presently asking the Congress for $250 BILLION to rebuild New Orleans. Interesting number, what does it mean? 

A. Well, if you are one of 484,674 residents of New Orleans (every man, woman, child), you each get $516,528. 
  
B. Or, if you have one of the 188,251 homes in New Orleans, your home gets $1,329,787. 

C. Or, if you are a family of four, your family gets $2,066,012.

Washington, D.C . HELLO!!! ... Are all your calculators broken??

Tax his land,
Tax his wage,
Tax his bed in which he lays.
Tax his tractor,
Tax his mule,
Teach him taxes is the rule.
Tax his cow,
Tax his goat,
Tax his pants,
Tax his coat.
Tax his ties,
Tax his shirts,
Tax his work,
Tax his dirt.
Tax his tobacco,
Tax his drink,
Tax him if he tries to think.
Tax his booze,
Tax his beers,
If he cries,
Tax his tears.
Tax his bills,
Tax his gas,
Tax his notes,
Tax his cash.
Tax him good and let him know
That after taxes, he has no dough.
If he hollers,
Tax him more,
Tax him until he's good and sore.
Tax his coffin,
Tax his grave,
Tax the sod in which he lays.
Put these words upon his tomb,
'Taxes drove me to my doom!'
And when he's gone,
We won't relax,
We'll still be after the inheritance TAX!!
Accounts Receivable Tax
Building Permit Tax
CDL License Tax
Cigarette Tax
Corporate Income Tax
Dog License Tax
Federal Income Tax
Federal Unemployment Tax (FUTA)
Fishing License Tax
Food License Tax
Fuel Perm it Tax
Gasoline Tax
Hunting License Tax
Inheritance Tax
Inventory Tax
IRS Interest Charges (tax on top of tax),
IRS Penalties (tax on top of tax),
Liquor Tax,
Luxury Tax,
Marriage License Tax,
Medicare Tax,
Property Tax,
Real Estate Tax,
Service charge taxes,
Social Security Tax,
Road Usage Tax (Truckers),
Sales Taxes,
Recreational Vehicle Tax,
School Tax,
State Income Tax,
State Unemployment Tax (SUTA),
Telephone Federal Excise Tax,
Telephone Federal Universal Service Fe e Tax,
Telephone Federal, State and Local Surcharge Tax,
Telephone Minimum Usage Surcharge Tax,
Telephone Recurring and Non-recurring Charges Tax,
Telephone State and Local Tax,
Telephone Usage Charge Tax,
Utility Tax,
Vehicle License Registration Tax,
Vehicle Sales Tax,
Watercraft Registration Tax,
Well Permit Tax,
Workers Compensation Tax.
STILL THINK THIS IS FUNNY?
Not one of these taxes existed 100 years ago,
and our nation was the most prosperous in the world.
We had absolutely no national debt, had the largest middle
class in the world, and Mom stayed home to raise the kids.
What happened?  Can you spell 'politicians!'
And I still have to 'press
1' for English.
What the heck happened?????

   Good question! Thanks, Wayne Honey - and Joan!

From Brian Beachum ('72) of VA - 01/04/07 - "Some serious food for thought !!!!!!!!!!!!":

Truth is stranger than some people want!

While walking down the street one day a US senator is tragically hit by a truck and dies. His soul arrives in heaven and is met by St. Peter at the Golden Gate.

"Welcome to heaven," says St. Peter.  "Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem.  We seldom see a high official around these parts, you see, so we're not sure what to do with you."

"No problem, just let me in," says the man.

"Well, I'd like to, but I have orders from higher up.  What we'll do is have you spend one day in hell and one in heaven.  Then you can choose where to spend eternity."

"Really, I've made up my mind.  I want to be in heaven," says the senator.

"I'm sorry, but we have our rules." And with that, St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell.

The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a green golf course. In the distance is a clubhouse and standing in front of it are all his friends and other politicians who had worked with him. Everyone is very happy and in evening dress. They run to greet him, shake his hand, and reminisce about the good times they had while getting rich at the expense of the people. They play a friendly game of golf and then dine on lobster, caviar and champagne. Also present is the devil, who really is a very friendly guy who has a good time dancing and telling jokes. They are having such a good time that before he realizes it, it is time to go. Everyone gives him a hearty farewell and waves while the elevator rises...

The elevator goes up, up, up and the door reopens on heaven where St Peter is waiting for him.

"Now it's time to visit heaven."

So, 24 hours pass with the senator joining a group of contented souls moving from cloud to cloud, playing the harp and singing.  They have a good time and, before he realizes it, the 24 hours have gone by and St. Peter returns.

"Well then, you've spent a day in hell and another in heaven. Now choose your eternity."

The senator reflects for a minute, then he answers:  "Well, I would never have said it before, I mean heaven has been delightful, but I think I would be better off in hell."

So St. Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down to hell.

Now the doors of the elevator open and he's in the middle of a barren land covered with waste  and garbage. He sees all his friends, dressed in rags, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags as more trash falls from above. The devil comes over to him and puts his arm around his shoulder.  "I don't understand," stammers the senator.

"Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and clubhouse, and we ate lobster and caviar, drank champagne, and danced and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and my friends look miserable.  What happened?"

The devil looks at him, smiles and says, "Yesterday we were campaigning...... Today you voted."

   OOOH! Thanks, Brian!

  From Brenda Eakes Insley ('66) of VA - 01/04/07 - "  James Eakes":

   Thank you, Brenda, it was my honor.  I cannot imagine the pain of losing a sibling.  Again, you and your family have my deepest condolences.

   I added your remarks - along with the latest three guest book entries - to James' Memorial Newsletter:

http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/NNHS-Newsletters-2007.html

     http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/12-07-07-NNHS-James-Eakes.html

  From Adrian Whitcomb ('67) of VA - 01/05/08 - "Please Send Comments on Fort Monroe":

Carol,   Happy New Year!   People have asked about places where they could send comments. Here are two very important ways for each of us to express our opinion on the future of Fort Monroe.   Adrian Whitcomb, NNHS Class of 1967

   Thank you, Adrian! Y'all please take time out of your busy schedules to write a few lines about this! It's so important, not only for ourselves, but for future generations!

   I've posted this information on the Fort Monroe page in Our Old Stomping Grounds:

http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/SITE-MAP.html

     http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/old-stomping.html

          http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/OOSG-C-G.html

               http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/fortress-monroe.html

      From one of my Famous Marines,  Herb Hice of MI, who served in the Pacific Theater during WWII - 01/05/08 - "Dear Carol / Dimples, Some good signs for our friends and relatives":

   WILD GIGGLES - good points!!! Thanks, Herbie Darlin'!

DATES TO REMEMBER:

1. Friday and Saturday, May 16 - 17, 2008 - NNHS CLASS OF 1958

   Remember - there are still several images and thought provoking topics yet to be covered - sometime soon - MAYBE even - next time!  Meanwhile, Happy New Year to you all!

   Y'all take care of each other!  TYPHOONS FOREVER!  We'll Always Have Buckroe!

                          Love to all, Carol

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I'm Forever Blowing Bubbles

Words by Jaan Kenbrovin; Music by John Kellette, 1919

"This wistful song was the result of a cooperative project by three professional songwriters, James Kendis, James Brockman and Nat Vincent They combined their talents and their names as aliases, and published their work with a copyright by the Kendis-Brockman Music Co. As a model for this song, they used the same theme as that of a 1918 best seller called I’m Always Chasing Rainbows. Both songs tell the story of the sadness of pursuing false hopes without success. Ironically, the copyright to this song was sold a few months after completion to Jerome H. Remick & Co. It soon became a best seller and the new publisher enjoyed most of the profit."


I'm dreaming dreams,
I'm scheming schemes,
I'm building castles high.
They're born anew,
Their days are few,
Just like a sweet butterfly.
And as the daylight is dawning,
They come again in the morning.

I'm forever blowing bubbles,
Pretty bubbles in the air,
They fly so high,
Nearly reach the sky,
Then like my dreams,
They fade and die.
Fortune's always hiding,
I've looked everywhere,
I'm forever blowing bubbles,
Pretty bubbles in the air.

"I'm Forever Blowing Bubbles" midi courtesy of http://www.geocities.com/BourbonStreet/Delta/1491/rolons.html - 01/04/08

"I'm Forever Blowing Bubbles" lyrics courtesy of http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I'm_Forever_Blowing_Bubbles - 01/05/08

"I'm Forever Blowing Bubbles" Image and History courtesy of http://www.mountaindulcimer-1-3-5.com/Archive-Im_Forever_Blowing_Bubbles.htm - 01/05/08

Justice Scale clip art courtesy of Cheryl White Wilson (JMHS - '64) of VA - 10/13/05
Thanks, Cheryl!

Animated Multi-Colored Dot Divider Line clip art courtesy of http://www.wtv-zone.com/nevr2l82/bars2.html - 03/29/06

Animated Tiny Birthday Cake clip art courtesy of Sarah Puckett Kressaty ('65) of VA - 08/31/05
Thanks, Sarah Sugah!

Marine Corps Seal clip art courtesy of Herbert Hice of MI - one of my Famous Marines who served in the South Pacific during WWII.
Thanks, Herbie!

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