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01/13/10 - NNHS Newsletter - In the Midnight Hour

ďO wild and wondrous midnight,
There is a might in thee
To make the charmed body
Almost like spirit be,
And give it some faint glimpses
Of immortality.

- James Russell Lowell
(22 Feb 1819 - 12 Aug 1891)

Dear Friends and Schoolmates, 

   We first visited this theme exactly four years ago today:  

BONUS - - In the Midnight Hour - Wilson Pickett


    Happy Birthday this week to:

15 - Skippy Weitz ('57) AND   Mary Markiewich Hux ('67) of VA;

16 -   Johanne Coates Richardson ('57) AND Steve Kiger ('66) of VA;

17 -   Chuck Anspach ('60) of NC;

18 - Eileen Rash Vaught ('57)!

   Many Happy Returns to You All!


January 13, 1942 - In London, representatives of nine German-occupied countries met to announce that all people found guilty of war crimes would be punished after the war ended.

January 13, 1942 - First use of aircraft ejection seat by a German test pilot in a Heinkel He 280 jet fighter.

January 13, 1992 - Japan apologized for forcing tens of thousands of Korean women into sexual slavery (Comfort women) for Japanese soldiers during World War II.


Wednesday, January 13, 1965 - Nada.  Zip.  Just nuffin'.


       From Bill Lee (Warwick HS - '54) of NC - 01/06/10 - "Photo follow-up":


A few weeks ago, you posted a photo of an unidentified group of students on the steps of the old Warwick High School. While I could not pin down exactly when it was taken (or of what particular group), I have been able to determine the following:
During the late 1930s and early 1940s, the school's annuals often only displayed individual pictures of seniors. The other classes were grouped in front of the school's entrance and photographed, and their names included in alphabetical order. 

Because the NN Public Library does not have a complete collection of annuals for those years, I was unable to find the particular picture you previously posted, but I did find a lot of very similar ones.

Warwick High School Class of 1939

   WOWZERS! Thank you for this valuable background information, Bill!

    From Joe Madagan ('57) of FL - 01/07/10 - " 'Let The River Run' by Carly Simon":

Hi, Carol:

       Dave Spriggs ('64 - of VA) sure has a good memory, and thanks for the tip regarding this song. On her latest album, she recorded it (again) and for some reason iTunes is spelling it "Let The Riverrun" so I suppose some person entering the title must have "Phat Phingered" the keyboard when keying in the name.

My dear wife,
Eva Ellis Madagan ('61) of FL said she knew the song very well, and it was a much older tune from a movie. Sure enough, the information Dave shared about this song is right on the money, for I even found a tape tucked away in our music collection and the cover shows "Theme from 'Working Girl.'"

TYPHOON Regards,
Joe Madagan ('57) of FL

   WOW! Thank you, Joe - and Eva - and David!

    From Joe Madagan ('57) of FL to     Bill Black ('66) of GA - 01/07/10 - "Title of Music":
Hi, Bill:

You were so kind to share a piece of beautiful music with me, and I copied it from my hard drive to a CD. I would like to ADD it to my iTunes, and ask if you recall the name of this lovely melody, an instrumental. Regret that I took so long to ask about the details, back when we were sharing music.

You may recall we worked to find Harry James' version of "Strange What A Song Can Do" with vocalist Marion Morgan. This was the beautiful theme song used by Roger Clark while at WGH.

Hope this jars your memory. I believe the song you shared might have also been a theme song on radio.

Best regards,
Joe Madagan

   Thank you, Joe; I hope Bill is able to identify this song for you!

  From Jay Styles ('68) of VA - 01/06/10 - "Ashes found in the trash lead to proper military burial":

Ashes found in the trash lead to proper military burial

© January 5, 2010
By Lane DeGregory
The St. Petersburg Times
The two teenagers got to the cemetery first.
He wore his dark green dress uniform from the National Guard. She wore a long black dress. // They stood on the edge of the road, across from rows of matching military headstones, waiting for the funeral of the man they had never met.
Mike Colt, 19, and his girlfriend, Carol Sturgell, 18, had driven more than an hour from their Tampa homes last month to be at Florida National Cemetery in Bushnell.
They weren't really sure why they had come. They just knew they had to be here.
"It's kind of sad, huh?" asked Sturgell, scanning the sea of white gravestones.
Colt nodded. "Yeah, but it feels kind of important."
At 12:20 p.m., a Tampa police car pulled up, then a white Lincoln Town Car. Another police cruiser followed. Two officers stepped out.
"Thank you for being here," Colt said, shaking both of their hands.
"No, thank you," said Officer Dan College. "If it weren't for you guys, none of us would be here."
More than a month ago, on the last Saturday of November, the young couple was hanging out at Sturgell's house when her brother rode up on his bike, all excited. He had found two fishing poles in this huge pile of trash. Come check it out, he said. So they did.
At the edge of the trash mound, sticking out from beneath a box, Sturgell spied a worn green folder.
She pulled it out, brushed off the dust. Across the top, bold letters said, "Department of Defense." Inside, she found retirement papers from the U.S. Army; a citation for a Purple Heart issued in 1945; and a certificate for a Bronze Star medal "for heroism in ground combat in the vicinity of Normandy, France... June 1944." In the center of the certificate there was a name: Delbert E. Hahn.
Why would anyone throw that away? Sturgell asked.
And who is that guy? Colt wanted to know. Must be old, a World War II vet. Looks like he served at D-Day!
That night, they took the paperwork back to Sturgell's house and searched Delbert E. Hahn on the computer. Nothing. They talked about who he might have been, the life he might have led.
The next morning, they went back to the trash heap and searched for more clues. They rummaged through boxes, overturned furniture, picked through piles of the past. Colt moved a ratty couch - and something fell out. A metal vase, or box, some kind of rectangular container about a foot tall. On the base was the name: Delbert E. Hahn.
"It's him," Colt told his girlfriend. "This must be him, in his urn."
Sturgell screamed. She didn't want to touch it. It was kind of freaky, she said, discovering the remains of some dead guy.
"He shouldn't be here," Colt said. "No one should be thrown away like that, just left in a parking lot."
The dead man wasn't alone. Under the couch, the couple found two more sets of remains: a cylinder-style container with Barbara Hahn printed on the bottom and another urn, which had no name.
Tampa police Cpl. Edward Croissant had just reported for the night shift that Sunday when his officers showed him the urns. This kid and his girlfriend had found them and brought them to the station.
Then an officer told Croissant about the Purple Heart. The Bronze Star.. And the Normandy invasion.
And Croissant became irate. He had served eight years in the Navy. He's in the Coast Guard Reserve. "I had three uncles in World War II. That was the greatest generation. If it wasn't for those men, we would have nothing," he said.
"That man saw combat. And someone just dumped him there? He deserves a better ending."
Police called the Department of Veterans Affairs and learned Hahn had died in 1983, at the age of 62, - and was a highly decorated war hero. The staff sergeant had served in the infantry and been honored with five Bronze Stars and two Purple Hearts.
Barbara Hahn, they learned, was the soldier's wife.
So how did their remains end up in that mound of garbage? Where was the rest of their family, or friends, anyone who would want their ashes? And who was in that third urn?
Neighbors filled in some of the story: Barbara Hahn had been a widow forever, they told police. For years, her mother had lived with her. Her mother's name was Barbara, too.
The elder Barbara had lived to be more than 100. They thought she died around 2000. That third urn, neighbors told police, must be her.
The younger Barbara, the soldier's wife, got sick in 2003. A couple came to care for her, and she wound up willing them her mobile home. When she died, the couple moved in, took out a mortgage, then didn't make payments.
The bank foreclosed on the trailer late last year.
In November, officials sent a maintenance company to clear it out. The workers must have just dumped everything behind the vacant building on Busch Boulevard, neighbors told police. Including the remains of three people.
Just before 1 p.m. Dec. 16, the two teenagers led the car line through Florida National Cemetery. Police followed, then the funeral director who had the urns. Outside a wooden gazebo, two rows of National Guardsmen stood at attention.
The funeral director handed the first soldier a flag, the next one the cylinder with Barbara Hahn's remains, the third one the brass urn with Delbert Hahn.
(Barbara's mother's remains are still in the evidence room of the police station. Since she wasn't a veteran or married to one, she wasn't entitled to be buried in the military cemetery.)
"Let us open the gates of the Lord," said a military chaplain, who led the procession of strangers into the gazebo. "Let us remember," said the chaplain, "none of us lives only unto himself."
The teenagers sat on the front bench. Three officials from Veterans Affairs sat behind them. They had spent weeks searching for the Hahns' relatives, any distant kin or friend, someone who might want their ashes - or at least want to come to their burial.
They couldn't find anyone. Even the couple whom Barbara Hahn had willed her home to didn't show.
By the time the chaplain lifted his head from the Lord's Prayer, a long line of men had wrapped around the gazebo.
Wearing blue denim shirts and work boots, they clasped their caps in their hands and bowed their heads. Dozens of groundskeepers from the cemetery had left their Christmas party to come pay respects to the man who, in death, had been so disrespected.
A bugler played taps. The riflemen fired three shots. And 56 people watched the honor guard fold a flag over the urns of the man and woman they never knew.

   What a story! Thank you so much, Jay Sweetie!

      From My Niece, Shari, of VA - 01/07/10: 
Amazing Grace (bagpipes) 
Bagpipes Crying

"The true mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible."
- Oscar Wilde

  Okay, Shari, if I wasn't crying hard enough to keep my tear ducts in good working order before, I certainly am now! Thanks so much for sharing these!

        From David Whitley ('67) of VA - 01/05/10 - "This Made My Day" - "#7 in a Series of 12":

There's always a lot to be thankful for if you take time to look for it.

 For example, I am sitting here thinking how nice it is 
that wrinkles don't hurt....

   BOY HOWDY!!! Thanks, Gorgeous!




  From Jane Chambers of VA - 07/01/09 - "CNC BOOK BROCHURE & AD":

   Contact Dr. Chambers at

   Thanks, Jane!


From ArcaMax Jokes - 01/12/09:

Cup O' Joe

A Grandmother was surprised by her 7 year old grandson one morning when he had made her coffee.

She drank what was the worst cup of coffee in her life. When she got to the bottom there were three of those little green army men in the cup. She said, "Honey, what are the army men doing in my coffee?"

Her grandson said, "Grandma, it says on TV, 'The best part of waking up is soldiers in your cup!'"


"I just had a dream about it ..."

A young woman was taking an afternoon nap. After she woke up, she told her husband, "I just dreamed that you gave me a pearl necklace for Valentine's Day. What do you think it means?"

"You'll know tonight," he said.

That evening, the man came home with a small package and gave it to his wife. Delighted, she opened it--only to find a book entitled "The Meaning of Dreams."


1. Friday and Saturday, August 6 and 7, 2010 - The NNHS Class of 1970 will hold its 40-Year Reunion. Saturday night will be at the Kiln Creek Golf & Country Club. For details, contact Carol Comer Cutler at or visit the reunion website at - CLASS OF 1970

2. Friday, Saturday and Sunday, August 6, 7 and 8, 2010 - The NNHS Class of 1960 will hold its 50-Year Reunion at the Marriott Newport News at City Center. For details, contact Karen Weinstein Witte at - CLASS OF 1960

PRAYER ROLL: - updated 01/08/09

BLOG: - updated 08/04/09

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

                          Love to all, Carol





Carol Buckley Harty

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 In The Midnight Hour

Written by
Wilson Pickett and Steve Cropper

Recorded by Wilson Pickett, 1965, 1966
(18 Mar 1941 - 19 Jan 2006)

Iím gonna wait till the midnight hour
Thatís when my love comes tumbling down
Iím gonna wait till the midnight hour
When there is no one else around
Iím gonna take and Iím gonna hold
Do all the things Iíve told
In the midnight hour, in the midnight hour

Iím gonna wait till the stars come out
To see the twinkle in your eyes
Iím gonna wait till the midnight hour
Thatís when my love begins to shine
Youíre the only one I know
That really loves me so
In the midnight hour, in the midnight hour

Midnight midnight midnight tonight

"In the Midnight Hour" midi courtesy of
at the suggestion of Dave Spriggs ('64) of VA - 01/01/06
Thanks, Dave!

"In the Midnight Hour" lyrics courtesy of
also at the suggestion of Dave Spriggs ('64) of VA - 01/01/06
Thanks again, Dave!

Midnight Hour on Clock Image courtesy of - 01/12/06

Animated Blue and Lavender Divider Line clip art courtesy of - 01/12/06

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 the late Herbert Hice of MI - one of my Famous Marines who fought in WWII
Thanks again, Herbie!

Army Seal clip art courtesy of Al Farber ('64) of GA - 05/24/06 (still missing...)
Thanks, Al!
Replaced by Norm Covert ('61) of MD - 02/09/09
Thanks, Norm!

Navy Seal clip art courtesy of - 05/29/06

Animated BOO-HOO courtesy of Glenn Dye ('60) of TX - 08/28/09
Thanks, Glenn!

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In that process, I also discovered a few things of some interest:
  • Every annual on file at the library is entitled The Warwick - as far back as 1930 (even though the school was officially Morrison High School between 1926 and 1948, when the named was changed to WHS).
  • The original Morrison school was physically expanded considerably sometime in the 1930s, and that's when the main entrance (with Warwick County High School set in stone, above) began to show up in pictures. I found a picture of that expansion as far back as the 1937 edition of The Warwick (earlier annuals include group pictures in front of the original MHS entrance). Why it took until 1948 to officially change the name from MHS to WHS is another indication, I suppose, that the wheels of bureaucracy grind exceedingly slow. 
  • MHS Annuals in the depression years were dimensionally small, quite thin and contained a minimum of memories. For example, in the 1939 annual, every class was only represented by a group picture; even the seniors (see attached).
I suspect this won't be of great interest to most of your readers, but I'm guessing that someone's mother or father may be in the attached photo!
Bill Lee