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)
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“O 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
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Dear Friends and Schoolmates,
http://nnhs65.00freehost.com/01-13-06-NNHS-In-the-Midnight-Hour.html
BONUS - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mhOy1wt5lDc - In the Midnight Hour - Wilson Pickett
THIS WEEK'S BIRTHDAYS:
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!
http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/Happy-Birthday.html
THIS DAY IN WWII:
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.
THIS DAY IN 1965:
Wednesday, January 13, 1965 - Nada. Zip. Just nuffin'.
BACKLOGGED:
Carol:
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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":
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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, |
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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.
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What a story! Thank you so much,
Jay Sweetie!
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nhGuhfBk5xk Amazing Grace (bagpipes)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kQUFvdRdIG0&NR=1&feature=fvwp
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"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!
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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
BOY HOWDY!!!
Thanks, Gorgeous!
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Thanks, Jane!
FINALLY:
From ArcaMax Jokes - 01/12/09:
*************
"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."
DATES TO REMEMBER:
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 ca23comerww@aol.com or visit the reunion website at NNHS1970Reunion.myevent.com - 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 kwitte@tampabay.rr.com - CLASS OF 1960
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Y'all take good care of each other! TYPHOONS FOREVER! We'll Always Have Buckroe!
Love to all, Carol
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Carol Buckley Harty
In
The Midnight Hour
Written by
Wilson Pickett
and
Steve Cropper
Recorded by
Wilson Pickett, 1965,
1966
(18 Mar 1941 - 19 Jan 2006)
I’m gonna wait till the midnight hour
That’s when my love comes tumbling down
I’m gonna wait till the midnight hour
When there is no one else around
I’m gonna take and I’m gonna hold
Do all the things I’ve told
In the midnight hour, in the midnight hour
I’m gonna wait till the stars come out
To see the twinkle in your eyes
I’m gonna wait till the midnight hour
That’s when my love begins to shine
You’re the only one I know
That really loves me so
In the midnight hour, in the midnight hour
Midnight midnight midnight tonight
Animated Tiny Birthday Cake clip art courtesy of
Sarah Puckett Kressaty ('65) of VA - 08/31/05Marine Corps Seal clip art courtesy of the late Herbert Hice of MI - one of my Famous Marines
who fought in WWII
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 http://www.onemileup.com/miniSeals.asp - 05/29/06
Animated BOO-HOO
courtesy of Glenn Dye ('60) of TX - 08/28/09
Thanks, Glenn!