01/09/15 - NNHS Newsletter

Dear Friends and Schoolmates,
I was saddened to read this news today. John Clark, Class of 1957, passed away in Williamsburg on Tuesday, January 06, 2015 at the age of 76. He was the former husband of the late Kathy Pilgrim Clark, Class of 1963.

January 08, 2015

John was a great neighbor and friend to us for 10 years. He always had a smile and a story, and loved dearly his little walking companion, Penny the dog. We will miss his movie recommendations and hugs, and Archer's Mead will feel empty without him.

~ Beth and Rich, Williamsburg, Virginia

January 08, 2015

John was the kindest, gentlest soul who showed me so much love over the years. There are few people that one encounters in life who do not judge or otherwise treat one harshly. John was one of those folks who always showed loved and good humor. I miss him immensely. My most sincere condolences to John, Dana and Chris.

~ Mike Hutchison, Huntsville

January 09, 2015

John was always full of smiles and stories. He will be missed by Diana, Emma and me very much.

~ Phil, Diana, and Emma Russell, Williamsburg, Virginia

January 09, 2015

John was a wonderful man, a great neighbor to my mother in Kings Mill, and a dear friend of our family. I have enjoyed his kind nature, positive energy, sense of humor, and zest for life at holidays and get-togethers for many years now. The world is a poorer place without him – he will be greatly missed.

~ Valerie Bolger, New York, New York

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Our deepest sympathies are extended to John's family, friends, and classmates at this difficult time.

This information is also posted here:

http://www.nnhs65.com/memoriam-all.html

http://www.nnhs65.com/memoriam57.html

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

Words by Isaac Watts, The Psalms of David, 1719 (based on Psalm 90)
(17 July 1674 - 25 Nov 1748)

Music, St. Anne, by William Croft, 1708
(10 Dec 1678 - 14 Aug 1727)

1. O God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home.

2. Under the shadow of Thy throne
Thy saints have dwelt secure;
Sufficient is Thine arm alone,
And our defense is sure.

3. Before the hills in order stood,
Or earth received her frame,
From everlasting Thou art God,
To endless years the same.

4. Thy Word commands our flesh to dust,
“Return, ye sons of men”:
All nations rose from earth at first,
And turn to earth again.

5. A thousand ages in Thy sight
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun.

6. The busy tribes of flesh and blood,
With all their lives and cares,
Are carried downwards by the flood,
And lost in foll’wing years.

7. Time, like an ever-rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the op’ning day.

8. Like flow’ry fields the nations stand
Pleased with the morning light;
The flow’rs beneath the mower’s hand
Lie with’ring ere ’tis night.

9. O God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Be Thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home.