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Dear Friends and Schoolmates,  
 
   The sad news continues today.    Ursula Richardson Taylor, Class of 1960, passed away in Seaford on Saturday, January 23, 2016 at the age of 73. 

     From Fred Mays ('60) of VA - 01/27/16, 10:58 PM - More Deaths:

From the Daily Press - 01/26/16:

			SEAFORD, VA. - Ursula R. 'Dolly' Taylor, 73, passed away on Saturday, January 23, 2016. Dolly was a native and lifelong resident of the Peninsula. She was a former employee of Pittsburgh Paints and was a member of St. Joan of Arc Catholic Church in Yorktown, VA. Dolly was preceded in death by her parents, James and Ursula Williams Richardson and her husband of 21 years, George T. Taylor. She is survived by 2 aunts, Josephine Williams Gilman and Nancy Williams, a host of cousins, and special friends, Marie Parcel and Jim Strong. A funeral mass will be held on Saturday, January 30, 2016, at 11:00 am at St. Joan of Arc Catholic Church in Yorktown with Father Michael Joly officiating. Interment will follow in Parklawn Memorial Park. In lieu of flowers, memorial donations may be made to York County Fire & Rescue/Life & Safety, P.O. Box 532, Yorktown, VA 23692. Arrangements by Amory Funeral Home, Grafton. View and post condolences on our online guestbook at http://www.dailypress.com/guestbooks.

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

     http://www.nnhs65.com/memoriam60.html

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

                          Love to all, Carol

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  O Sacred Head Now Wounded

Text: Anonymous; trans. by Paul Gerhardt and James W. Alexander
Music: Hans L. Hassler, 1564-1612; harm. by J.S. Bach, 1685-1750

1. O sacred Head, now wounded,
with grief and shame weighed down,
now scornfully surrounded
with thorns, thine only crown:
how pale thou art with anguish,
with sore abuse and scorn!
How does that visage languish
which once was bright as morn!

2. What thou, my Lord, has suffered
was all for sinners' gain;
mine, mine was the transgression,
but thine the deadly pain.
Lo, here I fall, my Savior!
'Tis I deserve thy place;
look on me with thy favor,
vouchsafe to me thy grace.

3. What language shall I borrow
to thank thee, dearest friend,
for this thy dying sorrow,
thy pity without end?
O make me thine forever;
and should I fainting be,
Lord, let me never, never
outlive my love for thee.