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02/09/06 - NNHS Newsletter - I Can't Help Myself

"I love thee, I love but thee
With a love that shall not die
Till the sun grows cold
And the stars grow old."

 ~ William Shakespeare

Dear Friends and Schoolmates,   

   WOWZERONI-ROONI!!!  I attached this midi Tuesday night at 11:11 PM when I was totally exhausted after 16 straight hours at the keyboard, and it simply brought me back to life!  My feet started dancing, and my eyes popped open, and I might as well have been 15 years old again!  What a jewel!  Thanks so much, Dave!

   This is actually yesterday's Newsletter.  I had to leave home at 11:00 AM and was gone the entire day.  So much for my Grand Design to become a hermit....

   And now it seems I'm battling a sore throat and a fever which is only in its earliest stages.  This is probably caused by separation anxiety from leaving my computer unmanned and my Newsletter unwritten yesterday.



   Just looky-looky at all the birthdays!

08 - Bob Hines ('66) of VA - 1948
09 - Janice McCain Rose ('65) of VA - 1947
09 - Elliott Smith ('65) of TX?? - 1947
09 - Mary Frances Southall Waller ('66) of VA - 1948
10 - Mike Miller ('65) of NC - 1947

   WOWZERONI!!!  I'm so sorry I missed your birthday yesterday, Bob.  A very Happy Birthday to all of y'all!



  From Jamey Douglas Bacon ('66) of VA - 01/26/06:

On a happier note, after finding Mrs. Danley's EMAIL address on this wonderful site, we corresponded and finally met up for breakfast. It was amazing, she looked  exactly the same. I took her Riverside Diagnostic to surprise    Patty Dempsey (Gibbs) ('66) of VA. The receptionist called Patty out, and she looked at me like, what are you doing here, you crazy fool, and then she looked in the chair next to me and let out a hoot. It was way cool, I only wish we had more time to visit. Patty asked Mrs. Danley why we had gotten so old and she stayed the same, I mean really the same, except for glasses. I wish you all could have been there. Mrs. Danley even remembered that we were in E period US History, and that we were her favorite class. Sorry, guys, if you were in another class, but we were the best.

   WOWZERONI-RINI!!!  That is just too cool!  I love mini-reunion stories!

   I'm sorry this took me so long to post, Jamey.  I was holding it until I could include Patty's senior portrait, which I had not scanned until now.  And I had high hopes I'd be able to include your cute little Smiley Guy holding his A+ report card, but he's refusing to cooperate, and I'm refusing to take him down.  It's a stand-off.

   So, did y'all take pictures of the three of you together, yes????

   Mrs. Danley, of course, was the name of our teacher back in the day.  She is known to y'all as Aretie Gallins Patterson ('59) of Northern VA:

   Thanks, Jamey!


  From Barbara Brewer ('69) of VA - long before 02/06/06:

  I hope that you have this new pic of me. I feel like Cinderella and I am looking for the other slipper. That is the reason for the flip-flops.

   "I do - and I'll post it tomorrow, Barbara - truly!"  


   Okay, so we've established that I'm a pathological liar - or something.........

   Thanks, Barbara!  It's as I've always said, "Timing is Everything - and mine is always bad......."

   Soooo, Barbara, did I ever tell you the joke with the punch line, "Better Nate than lever"?!? 

   No?!?  Well, that's too bad, because it was a pretty long story, and after forty-eleven years, my memory of it is a bit hazy.....



From Joe Wingo ('65) of NC, President of the Great NNHS Class of 1965 - 01/30/06:

Dear Carol,

I'm now wondering if I'm the only one that remembers    Gerald Schweida ('62)? Quite a football player and a great guy. Funny, but the thing I remember most about him is the size of his legs. Guess that's because it was my last view of him as he ran over the puny 8th grader that I was at the time. He has to be related to the other Schweida's mentioned.

All my best - Joe Wingo

     Oh, not at all!  I was just waiting for you, Joe!

   There's certainly a strong family resemblance, but I'm leery of jumping into this without being certain of my facts (a habit I'm trying to break....).

Gerald Schweida ('62)    
1962 Anchor, p. 102    
   And let's not forget John Schweida (17 Aug 1949 - 23 Mar 1970), who was a member of the Class of 1967.    
  John Schweida ('67)  
  1966 Anchor, p. 71  
   Thanks, Sweetie! 

   Wait a minute, Joe.  I met you as soon as we arrived as Mice at NNHS, and never, ever do I remember you as being "puny"!


  From Evelyn Fryer Fish ('58) of TX - 01/30/06 - "Bob and Margaret":

Hi Carol and    Joe (Madagan - '57 - of FL) -

Reference your question in the latest newsletter   Margaret Schweida is Bob's ('54 - of NH) sister.  She is Class of '56, I believe. 

   Thanks, Evelyn!  With the closeness of the ages, I rather thought she might be.

Thank you, Carol, for all of your dedication to the website.  You have much to be proud of in bringing so many friends together. 

Evelyn Fryer Fish

   Oh, WOW!  Thank you, Ev!  It's so strange that you should say that at this moment in time.  It has been occupying a front burner of my mind lately.

   Ever since I reached NNHS I have realized that I was a textbook case of an underachiever.  Much if not most of that was due to my failure to come to terms with my daddy's untimely death before I was thirteen.  But thoughts of not ever quite measuring up, never quite making the grade, never hitting the mark, never doing what I was intended to do or capable of doing, have tormented me for over forty years.  Even at Christmastime, watching "It's a Wonderful Life" (1946) - one of my favorite movies -always had the opposite effect on me than it did on most people.  It always left me feeling even more inadequate, as I was certain that my existence never did more than to occupy space and food, and perhaps to immeasurably annoy others in the process.

   Only in very recent months have I begun to feel that through this medium, I am at last doing and creating something lasting and worthwhile.

   I really appreciate your words, Evelyn.  Thank you! 


From Gail Kiger Bonsey (Ferguson HS - '73) of OR - 02/05/06:

Here's a challenge to the 1965-66 NNHS basketball Dee Hodges Bartram ('66 - of VA) at and commit to the 40-year reunion being held September 30th at the Point Plaza Hotel a 5th grader all I can remember are the names from the cheers....  Carroll Burch ('66); Joel Fisher ('66); Wayne Owens ('67); Steve Kiger ('66); Terry Seay ('67)!
   Gail (Kiger) Bonsey (FHS '73) 

   You just wanted me to crank up the scanner, didn't you, Lady?  Okay, just 'cause you're cute....  Of course, if Wayne Owens sees this, he's gonna shoot me, because his junior portrait did him no justice at all.  He was quite adorable.  In fact,    Chippy Clark ('65 - of Northern VA) nabbed a better shot of him the year before in Mr. Loving's Geometry class:


   That's Wayne, third from the right.

   Okay, okay, I'll scan the first page of the '65-'66 Basketball Team (which I should have done a couple of years ago), and make their team page very soon.


#189 - Mr. Jim Loving's Geometry Class: SEATED IN FRONT: David Finkle ('66); MIDDLE ROW: Zoe Kounnas ('66); ? holding classroom sign - "AN HONEST MAN'S THE NOBLEST WORK OF GOD." - (ALEXANDER) POPE; ?; ?; ?; Bruce Spigel ('65); ? ('66); Mr. Loving; Billy Turner ('65); Carol Buckley ('65) (Look, Billy Turner - You can't really see it, but I AM wearing one of those wrap-around skirts!); Cleve Sibley ('66); Wayne Owens ('67); Michele Shelton ('66); and Wade Scott ('66); BACK ROW: Steve Smith ('65) (not to be confused with Steve Smith of '66); Malcolm Davis ('65); and Max Bartholomew ('65).   The 1965-66 Peninsula District Season Champions
Friday, June 4, 1965   1966 Anchor, p. 104 - I at least added them to the page......

   Thanks for the nudge, Gail! 

   By the way, for all it's worth, I love your idea!  But of course, this raises an interesting question for the 1966 reunion committee.  Will the 40-Year Reunion for the Class of 1966 be an Open Reunion?!?


  From Kelly Loose Bustamante ('58) of VA - 02/07/06:

Dear Carol,
Happy to see your smiling face this morning when I opened my e-mails.  You have showcased General Stuart in this morning's e-mail and I wanted to let you know that I "drop by to visit" with CSA General Jeb Stuart from time-to-time. 
The general is buried in Richmond in the beautiful Victorian cemetery called Hollywood, along with CSA General Pickett, CSA President Jefferson Davis, US Presidents Monroe and Tyler.  Over a thousand Confederate soldiers and officers are buried there, as well.  Walking tours of the cemetery are available that are very interesting and informative.  It is a beautiful and peaceful place, where I will be fortunate enough to be "resting" (whenever that time comes!) within a few feet of President Jefferson Davis and his family.  The "War Between the States" has fascinated me my entire life. 
Here's the link to the cemetery that provides a virtual tour:
Kelly Loose Bustamante NNHS'58

  NO WAY!!!  I was in such a dither Monday night trying to issue that Newsletter, I didn't even mention my history with Jeb.  I touched on it last year:

   And of course, I spotlight him on my personal webpage as "My Favorite Hero":

   But now I'll tell you the Real Story.

   It's a little known fact that in August 1984 we moved back to Richmond for exactly one year.  During that year, everywhere I turned, there was Jeb.  I was expecting perhaps Lee, but Jeb followed me everywhere.  I finally checked out Burke Davis' The Last Cavalier (I have my own copy now), and devoured it.  I figured if he was going to follow me around, I might as well go looking for him.  Going to Hollywood Cemetery on Sunday afternoons after church became part of our regular routine.  We visited his battlefields and his statues and Battle Abbey and the Confederate Museum.  We spent a long time at Yellow Tavern where he was fatally wounded. 

   I knew that a couple of my Wilkinson cousins had fought by his side.  I researched Jeb's genealogy for about six generations (which is how I discovered our common Perkins line; I already knew about our double Randolph line).  I still have several of his portraits (including one which was a special gift!) hanging in my home, as well as a crewel embroidery sampler I made called "The Last Effects of Jeb Stuart".

   Next time you're there, Kelly, tell him "Hi" for me!  I absolutely adore the man. 


  From Dave Spriggs ('64) of VA - 02/07/06:

..... OK, OK, here is the announcement you can put up on the 64/60 page:

The NNHS 64/60 Birthday Celebration Committee will meet at 10:00 AM on Saturday, 11 February, at Cavanaugh's Cafe & Bakery (formerly Chesapeake Bagel Bakery) at Kiln Creek Shopping Center:
Cavanaugh's Cafe & Bakery
212 Arthur Way
Newport News
(757) 898-0934

All interested 1964 Classmates are welcome to attend.

   Thank you, Captain.  I did so post it:

   Just for good measure, I placed it atop the main page where it will remain for a few days:

   We look forward to hearing your report! 


  From Fred Mays ('60) of VA - 02/08/06 - "Lost Movie Theaters":

..... About the Stuart Theater. I well remember it being in Stuart Gardens Shopping Center, on the left end...when it closed, it became Rich's Supermarket...owned by Jimmy Rich.

I generally do not tell it, but we moved to Richmond for 17 months when I was a child.... it was in APRIL of the Second Grade. I finished this grade and the third in Richmond....then Dad was offered a job to come back to the Shipyard and he took this...he left N.N. to be
Superintendent of Tate Lumber Company in Richmond...actually, Chesterfield Co.....My
last night in N.N., before the tearfully upsetting move, my friend Tommy Mouser (who was in my graduating class, 1960...and is among our missing classmates...he had a younger sister, Jeanette Mouser) and his mother and sister treated me to see the Prince and the Pauper (1937) at the Stuart Theater. I shall never forget this movie and this time in my life.

You mentioned bridges....I was told that there was a wooden bridge at 50th Street....I was born in 1942 when my parents lived on Briarfield was just a hop and a skip from the Shipyard, where Dad worked. The bridge was later torn down. I actually do not remember living on Briarfield Road....we moved to the East End and then to Sycamore Avenue, when we always referred to as the Boulevard Area. NO ONE ever called this the East End back then.

I have the 1942 Hill City Directory if anyone ever wants me to check on anything in this era. It has all houses, streets and dwellers in each house....It only lists WHITE Homeowners, however. Of course, the businesses are listed as well.

I am loving retirement....and so glad I am finally connected with my new computer....

Carol, you are SOO special and do such a wonderful service...and to
  Dave Spriggs ('64 - of VA)....oh my, though I have only known you for a short time, you too are a special guy and I am so privileged to know both you and Carol Harty.

  Fred Field ('45 - of CA)....I hope we can one day meet...I would love to show you my Memorabilia Room....You are a wealth of knowledge and I have so many things I would love to discuss with you.

Back to Dave....that 1905 Literary Magazine you gave from from the Newport News High School....yes, it does give this name in the copy....I guess, it was not named this; however, it was referred to as The Newport News High School or maybe the Central High School in N.N.....well, that poem about the fly and a flea in a flue is a hoot. I so much appreciate having this piece of are a good guy.

Take care everyone....
Fred Mays of Newport News

   Thanks so much, Fred! I always love your notes!


  From Paul Dobie ('66) of CO (currently in Afghanistan) - 02/07/06:


I am glad to see you are back…I unfortunately no longer can view your website as we have switched over to a new satellite system that goes through the Army at Ft. Monmouth, New Jersey…I have missed all news letters since 31 Jan 06…I have include the explanation below that my IT researched for me as I wanted them to grant access to the site…I was amazed that on one system okay on another not…

More later …

Take care,


   OHHHH, NO, uh-uhhh, that's not going to be acceptable.  We'll just have to move along to Plan B - or Plan K - or whatever it takes - until you come home.  Stay tuned.  I'm working on it.  Thanks for letting me know, Paul!


  From Jean Poole Burton ('64) of RI - 02/07/06 - "So glad...":

To be home after two weeks in good ole NN!  My mother fell and I flew down on the first plane I could get.  Good news:  she did not hurt herself.  Bad news:  I had no time to check my e-mail!  So it was exciting to get back and find out that

1.  Sam's was indeed Don's at one time.  That has been keeping me awake at night.

2.  Those movie star cards are really great...yes,    David (Spriggs - '64 - of VA) IS THE WIZARD OF WONDERMENT...I really like that name for him and we shall use it at all times henceforth! 

   You'll hear no argument from me on that, Jean.  C'est vrai!



   Believe it, believe it!  And I shall need to update that page immediately.....

Since I was away I did not panic because you were not putting out e-mails.  In between attending to my mother and doing a few house projects for her I had a wonderful lunch and dinner with Betty Sue (Lanier '64) Rough and we rode down Chesapeake and Maple for old time's sake.  Mom and I also caught up with Gertrude Wilson for lunch at the Briar Patch in Poquoson.  She is 88 and doing well!  

Tell    Fred Mays ('60 - of VA) to send me an e-mail because he is such a darlin' boy and I just might want to write him a love lettah! 

   Done, Ma'am! 

Hugs, Jean

   Thanks, Lady!  I've missed you! 


  From Joan Lauterbach Krause ('60) of VA - 02/07/06:

Well, Happy Day Carol.
Just thought I would put my 2 cents worth in about the Center Theatre.  In the winter of 1947, my father moved my pregnant mother and me back to Virginia, so he could continue his racing career unencumbered with wife and "kiddies".  Anyway, he set us up in an apartment at the end of Regent Street in the Southampton Apartments and went his merry way.  Mama and I lived right behind the Center Theatre.  In fact, shortly before Curt was born (February 22, 1947) she took me to see Pinocchio (1940) at the Center. 

   I added Curtis to our Birthday list:

It was a wonderful neighborhood theatre.  I was 5 1/2 then.  We lived in the Southampton Apartments until I was 13.  Since we didn't have a car, we used the laundry mat and the Co-op grocery store almost daily.  We rode the buses that ran along Kecoughtan Road every 10 minutes to go everywhere.  Mama eventually got a civil service job at Fort Monroe and rode the bus to work.  Sometimes I would walk up to Kecoughtan to meet her when she got off the bus.  I remember the summer after Curt was born we walked down to the water in order to see the fire works that were set off from Buckroe.  We would pick the wild daisies growing in the fields on the way back from our walk.  All that area was built on like crazy during '48 - '50 and folks now think Merrimac Shores has always been there. :) :)  But I remember lots of sand and clear fields all the way to the water.

The Donut Dinette was a shiny sort of round building set on the corner near the Co-op.  They had the best cold milk right out of the machine.  I loved the red stools that I would spin around on (until Mama told me to stop), "Nice little girls, don't act like that." :) 

   OH, how I loved spinning on those bar stools!!!  I never could understand why that seemed to upset everyone!  If they hadn't intended them to spin around, they never would (or should!) have given them that capability!

Dr. Nelms, the Southampton Pharmacy, and the Colonial Store were across the street.  So everything we really needed was right there. 

The school bus for Armstrong Elementary School would wait for us in the parking lot in front of the Colonial store.  Most of the time, I would walk to and from school.  For some reason I don't remember riding that bus very much.  My first grade teacher was Mrs. Brown.  Isn't odd that after all these years, I would remember her name.  The other things I remember from school are the smell of crayons, bananas, and the odor of a certain weed that seeds in the fall.  All of that has stayed with me. 
You know Carol, you really have a book developing here.  All of our memories coming together could be the making of a new version of "Our Town".  You might become even more famous than you are now.  Who knows ... Broadway, here comes Carol, the new, brilliant playwright.  :)  :)  Just an idea.

   GIGGLES!!!  Let's just call it an "e-book", Joan.  I should have to clone myself to take on any new projects, and the world is not ready for two of me! 

Enjoy you family and have a blessed week.
Joan Lauterbach Krause
PS: Thanks for    Dick's birthday wish.  He would have enjoyed it.

   Certainly, Joan!  And thank you!


  From Ron Miller ('59) of NC - 02/08/06 - 6:29 AM - "Answer to    Joe's (Madagan -
'57 - of FL) train problem":

Hi Carol:

10 hrs, unless they were headed east, in which case both would be in Hampton Roads Harbor.

   GIGGLES!!!  Thanks, Ron!


  From Cookie Phillips Tyndall ('64) of VA - 02/08/06:


I thoroughly enjoyed zooming through that map.

   Wasn't that fun?!?  Thanks again,    Dicky (Dawes - NNHS/HHS - '62 - of VA)!

Also, certainly glad you are up and running again. But I am with you, spoil those boys. I do mine.

   No problem there!  I'm hardly likely to stop spoiling anybody! 

   Thanks, Cookie! 


  From Ron Miller ('59) of NC - 02/08/06, 8:40 AM - "Correction on the 'train problem'":

Forget my previous answer to   (Joe) Madagan's ('57 - of FL) train problem (10 hrs). (Hey -- gimme a break -- I tried working it out at 6:30 am!) I believe the correct answer is "NEVER". At any given hour, the 120 mph train will always be 120 miles short of double the 60 mph train's distance from the station.
And, since I never had Mr. Levy for a teacher, I don't have to show proof. So there! :-)

    Lovely!  Thanks, Ronnie!


  From Ron Miller ('59) of NC - 02/08/06, 8:51 AM - "Another brain teaser":

Hi Carol --

  Joe Madagan's ('57 - of FL) train problem brought to mind another teaser -- but this one is solvable:

If it takes a grandfather clock 6 seconds to chime 6 o'clock, an hour later, how long will it take it to chime 7 o'clock? (Do not consider how long the chime may reverberate.)
First one correct gets one of your famed prizes!

   Oh, goody!  I'm exempt!  Now I don't have to embarrass myself by guessing one of my inane answers!!

   Thanks, Sweetie!


  From Jay Styles ('68) of VA - 02/08/06:

Good afternoon!  I've been sitting in front of this computer since 6:00AM taking a required class on the FEMA/Homeland Security web-site.  I got over halfway through, when their server crashed.  Now I have to repeat the whole thing another day.  

Anyway, you asked for my birthday:  December 7, 1949 in Asheville N.C. 

   I added your name - thanks!

You also asked for me to relate some of  my experiences.  Some of them would ROCK you hard.  When we moved here 20 years ago, my first fatal accident was a young man who lived a short distance from me in Denbigh, and my second fatal accident was a couple who lived near me in Fairfax County.  I just finished a suicide where the victim decapitated himself; now that was bizarre. 

   YOWZERONI!!!  Bless your heart!  I'm sure they would ALL rock me hard!  They don't call me "Wienius Maximus" for nothing!

I've traversed this continent four times now, twice in the air, twice driving, and we're planning our third trip to Alaska in 2008 (driving again).  I tend to like the quiet days now, every time I think I've seen or done everything I get a very rude awakening. 

Your web-site is simply great, since my supposed training was interrupted, I had four E-mails from my inclusion to the site.  So that made the day worthwhile and not a total loss. 

   How wonderful!  That's one of our primary purposes for being here!

Will type at you later.

Jay Styles, Class of 1968
PS:  We were very lucky to have attended NNHS

   Indeed we were, Jay!  Thanks so much!


  From Fred Eubank ('64) of TX - 02/09/06:

For whatever it’s worth, here’s my answer to    Joe Madagan’s ('57 - of FL) Train Problem No. 2.

A Freight Train left the station at 4:00 PM EST and maintained a constant speed of 60 Miles Per Hour.

A Passenger Train left the same station on the same day and on a parallel track to the one on which the Freight Train is traveling, departing at 5:00 PM EST and is traveling at a rate of 120 Miles Per Hour.

How long will it take before the Passenger Train doubles the distance from the station to that of the slower moving Freight Train?

If the question is (to state it differently) “how long will it take until the distance from the Passenger Train (PT) to the station equals twice the distance from the Freight Train (FT) to the station,” then the answer is never.

If the two trains start at the same time, then at any travel time, PT will be twice as far from the station as FT, i.e., after 1 hour FT will have traveled 60 miles (1 x 60), and PT 120 miles (1 x 120), and after 5 hours FT will be 300 miles (5 x 60) from the station, and PT 600 miles (5 x 120) from the station.  So if they start at the same time, there is a doubling of the distance.

But since FT got a 1 hour head start, FT will have traveled 60 miles when PT leaves the station.  So when PT has traveled for 1 hour, its distance is 120 miles, but now FT has traveled for 2 hours, and has also gone 120 miles (2 x 60).  Thus, they are equally distant from the station at this point.  But now after PT travels for, let’s say, 5 hours, its distance from the station will be 600 miles, and FT, having traveled 6 hours (1 hr more than PT), will be 360 miles from the station.  Therefore, PT’s distance of 600 miles will be 120 miles short of being twice FT’s distance (600 is 120 less than 2 x 360, or 720).  This 120 mile shortage will hold up for any time traveled.  For example, if PT travels for 144 hours (6 days), then its distance from the station will be 144 x 120, or 17,280 miles.  FT will have traveled for 145 hours (again, 1 hr more than PT) and will be 8,700 miles from the station.  Double 8,700 miles and you have 17,400 miles.  Thus, PT’s distance of 17,280 miles is still 120 miles short of being twice FT’s distance of 17,400 miles.  This 120 mile shortage occurs because when PT leaves the station, it has a 60 mile deficit that it can never make up in trying to double FT’s distance.  Therefore, the 60 mile deficit doubles to become a 120 mile deficit.

Interestingly, there is no algebraic solution to this problem.  Trying to solve it algebraically, you would get DPT =120 t and DFT = 60(t+1).  Then for PT to double FT’s distance, you would have DPT = 2 DFT, which yields 120t = 2 x 60(t+1) or 120t = 120(t+1), and finally 120t = 120t + 120, which results in no solution.  The solution can be found by tabulating and graphing the two equations, and observing the relationship between the two distances.  You can then observe the constant 120 mile difference.

Fred Eubank

   Ohhhh, this is too good! 

   "Deja vu all over again!"

   Thanks so much, Fred!  I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about, as that side of my brain atrophied long, long ago, but you made my whole evening!   And you said it so well!


  From Dave Spriggs ('64) of VA - 01/30/06 - "Why I love the south":

If you can stop laughing, you might include one of these each upcoming newsletter .... unless you think it undignified. 


     David, while we were out running around yesterday, we actually spotted a duct-taped car such as you sent for Tuesday's Newsletter.  I shall have to share those soon.

   Thank you, O Wizard of Wonderment!

   I dunno, Jean.  I still kinda like "Brown Eyes"....

Redneck date-mobile    


   Notes - and IMAGES! - from Steve Silsby (Ferguson HS - '72) of NC,  Sue Miller Dearnley ('64) of VA, Rosalee Wills Jecmenek ('65) of TX, Elizabeth Tedder Nunnally ('68) of VA and Richard Dawes (NNHS/HHS - 62) of VA.  

   Y'all take care of each other!  TYPHOONS FOREVER!

                          Love to all, Carol





I Can't Help Myself

(The Four Tops)

Sugarpie honeybunch
You know that I love you
I can't help myself
I love you and nobody else
In and out my life
You come and you go
Leaving just your picture behind
And I've kissed it a thousand times

When you snap your fingers
Or wink your eye
I come a running to you
I'm tied to your apron strings
And there's nothing that I can do
can't help myself
no I can't help myself

Sugarpie honeybunch
I'm weaker than a man should be
I can't help myself
I'm a fool in love you see
Wanna tell you I don't love you
Tell you that we're through
And I've tried
But every time I see your face
I get up all choked up inside

When I call your name, girl
It starts the flame burning in my heart
Tearin' it all apart
No matter how I try
My love I cannot hide

Sugarpie honeybunch
You know that I'm weak for you
I can't help myself
I love you and nobody else

Sugarpie honeybunch
I'll do anything you ask me to
I can't help myself
I want you and nobody else

Sugarpie honeybunch
You know that I love you
I can't help myself


"I Can't Help Myself" midi courtesy of
at the suggestion of Dave Spriggs ('64) of VA - 01/01/06
WOWZERONI-ROONI!!!   What a jewel!  Thanks so much, Dave!

"I Can't Help Myself" lyrics courtesy of
also at the suggestion of Dave Spriggs ('64) of VA - 01/01/06
WOWZERS!!!  Thanks again, Dave!

First Love's Kiss clip art courtesy of - 03/29/05

Hearts Divider Line clip art courtesy of - 02/08/06

Animated Cheering Smiley clip art courtesy of Al Farber ('64) of GA - 08/18/05
Thanks, Al!

Animated Rolling on the Floor Laughing Boy courtesy of - 04/06/05

Anchor clip art courtesy of Steve Silsby (FHS - '72) of NC - 12/14/05
Thanks, Steve!

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

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