02/12/05 - NNHS Newsletter - Abraham
Lincoln's Birthday

Abraham Lincoln
(12 Feb 1809 - 15 Apr 1865)


Dear Friends and Schoolmates,   

   I hope this Newsletter isn't as jumbled as I'm afraid it might be....

   Happy Birthday today to Jon Pearl ('57)!



    Hit # 30,500 was made on Thursday, February 10, 2005 at 5:04 PM by someone from gateway.courts.state.va.us.  If you
can correctly identify yourself (or even incorrectly identify yourself), I can mail you your silly prize!


1. Jerry Burks ('62) of VA via Gary Fitzgerald ('61) of VA - 02/09/05:

Carol, just had my taxes done and Gerald Burks, Class of 62 is my accountant.  I told him about your great site.  He requested to be put on the mailing list - thanks.    

2. Deborah Fink Golden ('65) of MA - 02/10/05:

Please add my name to the mailing list.

   Febby Dink!

   I’ve looked for you forever and a day!  The fact that I was looking in Richmond may have slowed me down a tad…..

3.  Gloria Woolard Price (Hampton HS - '65) of FL - 02/11/05:

Please add me to your mailing list………I love it!

Thanks, Carol, for all you do.

   Welcome, one and all!  I've delightedly added you to the list:


   Newsletters generally are posted and announced on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, although there are frequently bonus editions.

From Frances Goodson Wang ('65) of MD - 02/09/05:

Hi again Carol,
Did you ever think the NNHS site would serve as a picture repository for us to send our friends to?   
See how wonderful and wide in scope this web-site is?  
You know I enjoy and appreciate all your work.  Thank you a thousand times.

   Thanks, Frances!  I still haven't gotten to it, but it's on my high priority list.....

From Gary Fitzgerald ('61) of VA - 02/09/05:

Tell Rochelle (Spooner - '63 of NY) they torn down the junk yard and replaced it with industrial park working on scallop boats at Small Boat Harbor.

   Thanks, Gary! 


Cathy Slusser Hudson ('64) of VA - 02/09/05:

Hi Carol:
Congratulations on those Eagles.   I have been a Brownie Scout assistant and a Girl Scout Assistant and a Cadet Scout
mother. I also had two boys and they started as Cubs and went to Life Scouts.  I was on the Troop Council and Merit
Badge Councilor, while setting on the council, our Troop experienced a shortage of Fathers and men to be leaders, due
to the large number of Military members. So the Troop Council stepped in to help run the Troop till the men got back.
My husband was elected to Scoutmaster and we still needed assistants in order to take the boys camping. I attended
the Scoutmaster Basic Training Classes to help out and to try to recruit more help. Due to the shortage of men in the
area the Local Scout Council started letting women become Boy Scout Leaders, and since I had taken some of the
classes they talked me into finishing the training to become a full fledge Scoutmaster.  Yes, I did spend the mandatory
weekend in the woods and I was one of only two women that were in the almost all Male class. Yes we did have to pitch
tents and make fires and cook our own food. We had to learn all the different knots and how to start a fire without
matches (or a lighter). The rest of the men in the class didn't make it easy for us, But they did agree to share the all
male bathrooms with us. We had to pull our own weight and prove our self fit to be Leaders. After graduation I was
honored to take my troop up on the AP Trail during Easter Break. We had so much fun, unfortunately we had to end
the trip early due to a unexpected Snow Storm which forced us off the Trail and the Park Rangers advised us it unsafe
to keep hiking. I can only dream of having that many Eagles, what a gift. By the way my idea of camping has always
been and still is staying at a Holiday Inn or someplace equal, with soft beds and lots of hot running water. 
Keep up the good work. 
Catherine Hudson

   WOWZER-YOWZERS!!  Now that's impressive!  Thanks, Cathy!

From Gail Kiger Bonsey (Ferguson HS - '73) of OR - 02/09/05:

Hey, Fred Field ('45) of CA...do you remember a Paul Wagner? He was a typhoon but I believe Class
of '48. He was the handsomest of all my uncles
    and still resides in Denbigh. I believe he just turned 75.
I think he may have been a football player, too.....All the Wagners came over with their Mother from NC....she
had seven children and when the last two were left at home at 14 (Paul) and 16 (my mom, Millie), my grandmother
moved up to Newport News to become a single parent after she and her husband split....She (Elva Wagner) lived
down near Calvary and sewed to make ends meet...she once sewed the curtains in one of the big theatres downtown...
Paul was youngest...so think he actually was only one that was a Typhoon as my mother got her GED or something.....
One of their older sisters was Ruth Staples of Ruth Staples House of Beauty - resided in Wythe - and one
of the brothers ended up owning a lot of land in Poquoson and had a road (Wagner Road) named after him - Jake
....it was fun growing up amongst lots of aunts and uncles and I regret my own son only has his Uncle Steve
(Kiger - '66)
and an aunt and uncle on Jim's side, all afar....   

   WOW!  Thanks, Gail!

From Fred Field ('45) of CA - 02/10/05:

Hello Gail,        Thu. Feb. 10, 05       

The name "Paul Wagner" certainly sounds familiar.
I checked in my Anchors: June1945 (my class) and Feb.1946 (a gift copy) but didn't find him on the sports
teams lists.  Possibly he didn't get involved until his last two years (47 and 48).
I'll send a copy of this to Ralph Wicke, class of 1950.  He may be able to take a different look at the teams list. 
He was also manager of the basketball team and therefore more knowledgeable about the athletes (I was a band
I did know Bruce Wagner of Hampton H.S. -  about Class of 1943.  He was a very close friend of my first cousin,
Robert Wiatt of Osprey Avenue in Wythe.  Robert is now deceased and I think Bruce may be too. 
The only Staples I knew was Clifford Staples who was about a year older than I.  He lived on Poplar or Maple
between 25th Street and the streetcar line.  We were in the Boy Scouts together.
Your grandmother must have been a strong woman.  They deserve more credit than we gave them at that time.
If you live near Hilton, the NN Main Street Library has nearly all of the post WW-II Anchors.  They are in the
Virginiana room.  How good we all looked then!  What happened?
Nostalgic best,        Fred

   GIGGLES!  Thanks, Fred!  I just assumed it was something wrong with my mirrors.  All of them. Everywhere.  What was that
Joe Madagan ('57 - of FL) was saying the other day about assuming things?!?  WILDER GIGGLES!!

From Al Farber ('64) of GA - 02/10/05:

Upgrade your email with 1000's of cool animationsTO all TYPHOONers..... Have a GREAT VALENTINE'S  DAY.....TYPHOONS
FOREVER....Upgrade your email with 1000's of emoticon icons  AL class of 64...

   OH, how sweet - and pretty!  Thanks, Al!

From David Whitley ('67) of VA - 02/09/05:

(For those of you who were blissfully unaware, sometime since leaving NNHS, Dave and I both became members of the Church
of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.  This letter of his is going to require a concordance to understand, so I'll try to interpret the terms. 
The off-the-wall humor you're either going to catch or not.  I personally have spent some time rolling on the floor...)

Carol ... oh Carol!!! Hey little baby duck, howsareya?
This is your favorite brother-in-saint, right here (still after lo these many years) in NN.
(In our church, we refer to each other as brother and sister.  Hence this is Brother Whitley addressing Sister Harty.  Oh, it's just too good;
I can barely stand it!)
If you're looking for someone who can relate stories of the (in)famous Blue Lite Club - I'm yer man.
When I returned home from Viet Nam in ' 72, my cousin Rickey Whitley, thought I needed to get back into the swing of things,
since I was quite the emotionally scarred/messed up & confused vet. So where does he take me? To that grimy, low-lit, smelly,
noisy den of iniquity - the Blue Light Club! I felt right at home. Just like Viet Nam, dark, dangerous, occasional gunfire, incoming
(though instead of rockets and mortars, there were beer and wine bottles - remember Bali H'ai? Ripple will cripple?) Oh yes,
the disclaimer, this was well before Candy and I met the missionaries and joined the church.
(As Latter-day Saints, we covenant to refrain from alcohol, tobacco, coffee, tea, and illegal drugs.)
So, the BLC was run by John Lancaster, Joe Panuska and Monty Phillips ('62) (brother of the late, beloved NNHS gal,
Brenda Phillips - '67
(not to mention brother of Judy Phillips Allen - '66 - of VA - a member of our Mailing List:
I went there 3 or 4 nights a week, Fridays, Saturdays, Sundays and Wednesdays, from 9 or so on til ? Heck, I even met Candy
there, while trying to pick up her best friend, Pam Akers. Pam wouldn't talk to me and Candy wouldn't stop. Besides, I always
had a soft spot in my head, uh, heart, for a gal that could drink as much as me.
Bands that used to play there: the Royal 7, Danny & the Del-Notes (I think), Brian Bleakley's numerous bands, the Beatles,
Doc Severinsen
, ABBA, and a Japanese group "Sushi Pavarotti". I may have some of those wrong, but oh well, you know
what they say, "time doth make a fool of no man, yet no man am I and a fooler man never liveth" (huh?)
(I'm relatively certain those later groups never darkened the doors....)
Okay, back to the Blue Lite Club, no wait, I'll be excommunicated, because just thinking of it almost makes me drunk and I
stopped drinking in the early ' 80's.
(Actually, Bro. Whitley would not be excommunicated for drinking, but he would certainly be relieved of his church callings and asked
to relinquish his temple recommend!  That's a pretty stiff price for, you know, getting stiff...)
And another thing, the Blue Lite used to hold parties out at the Manor House of Strawberry Banks Motor Lodge, out by the
bay. I still have pictures of those goings-on. Still have a Blue Lite tee shirt too!
Alright, I suppose that's about it for now. I couldn't help but contribute to the discussion when I read some people inquiring about
the ol' BLC. Gotta go 4 now, so you take care of you 4 me, okey-dokey? Okey-doke.
Dave Whitley - survivor of the Blue Lite wars of the ' 70's. 
P.S. How else do you know a monkey is dead? (besides the reason you gave on your web site)
(Q: Why did the monkey fall out of the tree?  A: Because he was dead!)
They don't squeal when you bite them. Uh, that would be in a monkey sandwich, get it? You know, like in Viet Nam, where
monkey and dog meat were more likely than not to turn up in mama-sans lunch bucket. I have had a sub of sorts from some
of the locals, and they said it had monkey and/or doggie meat in it. Didn't know whether to believe them or not, but prior to that
I had never been able to scratch behind my ears with my foot. I could do it even now, but I just can't let go of those bananas long
Happy trails partner. And oh yes, by the way and guess what? If you (or anyone else) would like to communicate by electronic-
mail, use my work addy - david_whitley@dom.com

   David, I think you are very likely the funniest man I have ever known in my entire life!  And when I read this, I was still in pain
from laughing so hard from watching Napoleon Dynamite for the third time with Adrienne the night before.

   Write back more often, David!  Three-fourths of our subscribers are probably scratching their heads wondering what on earth
you're talking about, but I haven't laughed so hard - well, since I watched Napoleon Dynamite!  Thanks for the fun!



From Joe Madagan ('57) of FL - 02/10/05:

Hi, Carol:
Last evening I received a wonderful email message from Coach William "Bill" Chambers, and wish to share a small portion of it with the TYPHOON who may not be in touch with this NNHS Faculty member that so greatly affected many of our lives with his quiet and gentlemanly manner during his three years as Head Basketball Coach at NNHS, and while his winning record was very impressive, his example for all of the student body and especially the members of the basketball teams that he coached was even greater. Few memories of NNHS would be complete without including this giant of a man, a gentle giant.
Here is the portion I wish to share with the TYPHOON:
"We have recently built and moved into a new house.  As a part of the move, I unpacked some old scrapbooks from the NNHS days.  The scrapbooks had deteriorated, so I refurbished them  and, in the process, there were a lot of great memories associated with those Newport News years.  

       We often here that “timing” in life is so important.  I think that I am a good example of this as I was very fortunate to come to NNHS when I did and be able to work with some excellent athletes and fine young men.  I still question my decision to leave a State Championship team in tact to go to William and Mary, however  I did feel good that I was involved in getting “Lefty” to replace me, and that they went on and won another State Championship"


Hope you considering adding this to the NNHS Basketball page for 1955, 1956, and 1957. Go TYPHOON!


  WOWZERONI!!!  I will, Adonis - just as soon as I can get back to my keyboard!  I want to devote a little extra time to this one. 
Thanks so much!


From Steve Toth (Hampton HS - '72) of VA - 02/10/05:

Hi!  My wife Jean Toth has been sending things to you.
I have a lot of stuff on the Blue-Light Club.  Would you be interested?
Steve Toth

   Oh, absolutely, Steve!  Thanks!

From Cheryl Pless Ramsey ('64) of VA - 02/10/05:

Hi Carol!

Just received my lovely ornament!!  Thanks so much—you are a very kind and thoughtful person—as many of us know
by now!

                        Take care and thanks again,

                        Cheryl Pless Ramsey (NNHS ’64)

   Thanks, Cheryl!  I'm glad you liked your ornament.  Thank you also for your kind words.  Actually, I'm really neither kind nor
thoughtful, but I do like to pretend that I am both, so I'm always grateful for the few months that I'm able to project that ruse.

From Evelyn Fryer Keller Fish ('58) of TX - 02/10/05:   

Hi Carol
I felt so dumb when I noticed your name on the email reply from my son-in-law, Dan.  :)
I am going to forward you a photo of mine and Bucky's daughter, Susan, my only child, with her
husband Dan who is an Executive Vice President of Swift Transportation and President of the
Intermodal Division.   I had sent him the note in hopes that Swift had a good maintenance plan. 
He ASSURED me that they did....:) (probably wanted to ask me to butt out of his business...heh
heh)  He knows that I dearly love him and I know, even if he thought it, he would never say it....  :)
Thanks, ev
Thursday, January 20, 2005
Susan and Dan

Attached is photo of Susan and Dan.  Everyone thinks that Susan looks just like me, but I think
she looks more like Bucky.   ev

   Oh, Evelyn, she's beautiful!  And I think she's one of those children who manages to look exactly like both her parents!

Evelyn Fryer
1958 Anchor, p. 29
Bucky Keller
1958 Anchor, p. 33

From Gail Kiger Bonsey (Ferguson HS - '73) of OR - 02/09/05:

I am also the proud daughter of the late Minnie Lewis - (Joel Lewis - '64 - of VA) - she only had the one son
and when Joel was nine years old and Steve (Kiger - '66) was seven, she was head over heels that mom, her next
door neighbor, had a baby girl. I was her blonde gentile daughter.  And she spoiled me.  I always knew when she
was cooking matzo ball soup - and those kitchens were tiny...I thought the name was officially 'Minnie's soup'...
I also love kosher food......
I recall being about two or three and she would always tell me to put some shoes on, as I loved running around Stuart
courtyards bare footed...You could always count on Minnie sticking her head up to Mom and Dad's bedroom
window and chatting.....well, Garden Drive apartments were like a college campus... Rip Collins ('65 of TN) across
Garden Drive on the beach side....(Rip - didn't you have a wild crush on Pam Weaver ('66)?  Steve did!    in 9th?    
Jerry Powell ('64) was right up the side walk...
Anyway, I was deathly afraid of Florence - Joel's aunt and Minnie's sister.  I finally figured it out, too.  Florence
wore these huge black shoes, and I guess being a two to three year old - they just scared me...I'd shriek if she came
near - Minnie would laugh.....She and Florence and Joel's uncle operated a shoe store right downtown.....I'll copy Joel
on this and ask him to tell us the name! Or I bet he can scan a pix.  Joel - do you have any of us in the neighborhood? 
I told Steve to watch the DVD and look for you toward the end at that recent reunion! 
  Attached is Minnie and Joel - we surprised her at a lunch about 1992 when I was visiting with my son Collin...Joel
was so caring. He traveled all the way, at my asking, from Richmond to Norfolk to pick her up and meet us across the
bridge at the restaurant there...I only hope my only son grows up as responsible and caring to me as he was to Minnie...
Gail   :)
1992 - Minnie and Joel Lewis and Collin            

   WOWZERONI!  What precious memories!  And what an adorable picture!  Thanks for sharing it with us, Gail - and Joel!

   Hey, Gail!  I know the name of that shoe store!  I know, I can't even remember the fire house, but I remember this!  Are you
ready?  It was Lewis Shoe Store!  WILDEST GIGGLES!!!

From Joel Lewis ('64) of VA - to Gail Kiger Bonsey (Ferguson HS - '73) of OR - 02/10/05:

What a nice note.  I'm very thrilled that you have such wonderful memories of my mother.  She was quite something else
and always loved you.  When she was older just the mention of your name lit up her face.  I also have very wonderful
memories of Stuart Gardens and your description of the place as being akin to a college campus is right on the mark. 
It was a fabulous place to grow up in.  I used to love the summer nights when a bunch of us would just sit outside, talk,
and gaze at the heavens.  That seemed like such a magical time.  When I look back, we were as much taken with natural
wonders as kids today with all their electronic gizmos. 
Always a pleasure to stroll down memory lane.  You bring back such nice memories.

   Oh, wow.  David made me laugh, and you made me cry.  What a great collection we have today!  That was indeed a magical
time and place.  Thanks so much, Joel!

From Shirley Eanes Matthews ('66) of ? - 02/11/05:

I, too, had Mr. Armstrong for French when I was an eighth grader in the class with Albert Dorner ('66), Sammy Fox ('66),
et al. My memories go back a bit further, however.

I had Mr. Armstrong as my swimming instructor when I was in the fourth grade. At the time I was very near-sighted, but didn't
realize it. Since I couldn't see the water very well, I refused to jump in water over my head and Mr. Armstrong failed me! (I have
since learned to swim - not like a fish, but enough to enjoy the sport).

I have another connection to Mr. Armstrong. As a young boy, he lived on Oak Avenue. When his family moved out of that
house, my family moved in and I lived there for 10 years. Only when we were discussing our histories in French class did this
connection become apparent. I also felt a "little" special because I had a good idea about his younger years

- at least the house he lived in and the neighborhood he frequented!

He has always been one of my favorite teachers and I think of him whenever I hear French being spoken - especially if it is not
spoken well!

Shirley Eanes Matthews '66

   Thanks, Shirley!  It's good to hear from you!  That was a fun class, wasn't it?!?  I posted your memories:




From Shirley Eanes Matthews ('66) of ? - 02/11/05:

Forever and always he will be Mr. James P. Wilson, Jr. - never just Mr. Wilson or, heaven forbid, Jim!

Mr. James P. Wilson, Jr. instilled in his band members the qualities of dedication to whatever pursuit one is involved, whether
being in the band, studying for other classes, being kind to others, being prepared, or being one member of a larger group
contributing our best.

To this day I use Mr. James P. Wilson, Jr. as a role model. I expect the people I supervise to be on time, prepared and ready
to contribute to the group.

My favorite memory of being in the band is the (Shenandoah Apple Blossom Festival Parade in) Winchester each year, and
winning the trophy each year, of course! After the parade we would travel to interesting places including Gettysburg. No outsider
could ever believe a group as large as ours (125 to 150+ members) could dress exactly alike, right down to our socks and shoes,
and behave so politely given that we were all teenagers!

Remember the year it rained ('66) and we all wore raincoats until just before the reviewing stand? We really looked sharp
compared to all the other bands. We won that trophy, too!

I went back to Winchester about 10 years ago for the parade, and I can say with all truthfulness there was no band, of any size,
from anywhere, who could hold a candle to us! We were the best!

I have many more memories of the four years I was in Mr. James P. Wilson, Jr. 's band. I'm sure you all do, too.

Mr. James P. Wilson, Jr. should be proud of the legacy he left at Newport News High School. He is one of a kind.

Thank you, Mr. James P. Wilson, Jr.

Shirley Eanes Matthews 1966

   Thank you, Shirley!  I'll add my "Amen" to all of that:




From Jimmy Parker ('62) of VA - 02/11/05:

    Think about the four story practice tower beside station no. 1, and it might jog your memory. Then again,
maybe not. Thought I might make my rare contribution to your poor memory. You can remember what you
were wearing on Friday, May 7, 1959, at 6:30 PM, but you can't remember the fire station on Warwick across
from the armory? Don't fret over the date. I just made it up. Yes, I am alive and well.

   Jimmy, Darlin'!  How are you?!?

    Isn’t that the weirdest thing?!? The problem is – I remember walking out of the school, and heading up towards Nachman’s.
So rarely did I ever go in the back of the school.  But that can’t be right! I used to go in that band door into the cafeteria all of the

   I’ll keep working on it. A four story practice tower….Hmmm – that’s a mighty big clue, too! Thanks! It’s gotta come back soon,
right?  Too many missing brain cells....

   By the way, in May of 1959, I was still in Mrs. Eunice Leyland's sixth grade class at Magruder.  I hadn't even met you yet
(and wouldn't for eleven months).  I wouldn't have been getting ready for a date; I was only eleven years old.  By 6:30 PM on a
Friday night, I would have long since changed into shorts and been outside playing with the 18 or so neighborhood kids
behind my 16th Street apartment in Stuart Homes.  TA-DAH!  WILD GIGGLES!!!  Okay, ya got me!  I must confess I do not
remember my play clothes from that period of time.

   Stay in touch, Jimmy-Jimmy!  And have a wonderful birthday Monday!

From Debby Fink Golden ('65) of MA - 02/11/05:

I can't believe you remember Febby Dink!!!  Who says we lose memory as we age!  I loved the website - your son is a real
wizard.  You look absolutely the same in the photos.  Joel Fisher ('66) was in my office yesterday and told me about the website.  
He's moving to the Boston area.  I spent time with David Ellenson ('65 - of NY) when he spoke to the kids at my school (grades
9-12).  Tell me what you're doing - teaching I assume from your email about the newsletter.  I hope you're feeling better.  Do you
know anything about Bud Keithley ('65)?  I heard he was in Richmond but I could never find him.  I also tried to find Otis Glamore
('65) and I believe he's in GA.  I still get down to NN a couple of times a year.  It will be great to see everyone in October.  Thanks
to you and your son for all of the time and energy you've put into keeping the class of '65 together.

   Well, of course, I remember Febby Dink!  Just as I remember we tried to get Patsy Blackard (Hallett - '65 - of VA) to change
her name to "Pasty" after a number of us signed her Anchor that way!  Funny thing about strokes - you never know what they're
going to take, and what they're going to leave behind!

   I'm confused about which of my six sons you mean.  It was #5 - Nathaniel's idea that I start a web page back in the summer
of 2000.  He helped me with the initial set-up, while I thought he was delusional because I barely knew how to open email.  After
the 35th Reunion in October of 2000, I felt guilty for taking credit for something I only directed, rather than did, so I had him and
his younger brother, Dale, teach me as much as they could while they still lived at home.  They've both been gone for some time
now.  Nathaniel's in mid Illinois, and can still help me via email with embedded files ('cause I forgot that part of my lessons), but
Dale is unavailable in Carlsbad California.  He's serving an LDS Mission among the Spanish speaking people there.  He did do
a bit of a redesign on the front page, and he set up that juke box, both just before he left.  But the whole web site was Nathaniel's
idea.  He said it was the biggest mistake he ever made in his life, that he created a monster!  I think he's half joking, though....

   Joel Fisher told you?!?  Who told him?!?  I haven't seen or heard from him in forty-eleven years!  Oh, well, if you're out there
somewhere, Joel --- HI!

   I know you as delightful time visiting with David as the group of us did at CNU a couple of years back!  I'm not sure where Bud
is at the moment, but Otis is indeed in Atlanta.

   What do I do?  Aside from teaching that early morning scripture class to twelve rowdy but adorable teenagers (including
my daughter, Adrienne), um, this is pretty much what I do.  Well, I'm the music Chairman at church, and sometimes I even organize
a choir, so I direct a lot of music.  But I spend eight to fourteen hours a day on the website and Newsletter.  That's what Nathaniel
meant by creating a monster!  I tend to go a bit overboard, it seems.....

   Before that I went to Old Dominion, but I was one of those people who couldn't really decide what to do.  I had planned to major
in art, but switched to English during the registration process.  I planned to concentrate on Medieval literature or something way
cool.  I thought it was way cool, anyway; everybody else thought it was way dumb.....  Though my father was I physician, I knew I
wasn't designed to enter the medical field.  I think I could have done well at Insurance as did my uncle Alton, or real estate as did
my grandfather and aunt Alice, but there was the obstacle of never having learned to drive.  I thought about becoming a photo
journalist like Chip (Clark - '65 - of Northern VA), but I never could afford a good camera.  Once I thought becoming a stripper
sounded like fun, but figured it might embarrass my family (my grandmother was a pillar of her Southern Baptist Church, and her
baby brother, Bill Tuck, was still in Congress back then).  I really, really wanted to be a torch singer with a swing band, but they
were pretty much out of vogue by then (although I did do a little singing of folk songs in a coffee house or two, but that was hardly
the same thing.  I mean, where were the beautiful gowns?  Where was the exciting travel to far-away places?)  Sigh.  So Paul and
I got married 35 years ago and we moved to the Midwest and I became a collector.  Yes.  I collect many things.  I also collected
babies.  I had seven "little" darlings, six sons and a daughter.  They now range in age from 34 to 17.  We have eight grandchildren,
four boys and four girls, ranging from 13 years to 18 months.  We found out just Thursday that a ninth one is due in September.  YEA!

   And then I didn't have time to work...

   So mostly, I do this.

   Thanks, Debby!  As I said earlier, I cannot tell you how delighted I am to have finally located you!

From Cheryl Pless Ramsey ('64) of VA - 02/11/05:

Hi Carol!

I am very sorry to hear about Randy Howell’s death.  My prayers go out to his family.

Hope you are feeling better today—get  some R&R  this weekend!!  I look forward to your great Newsletters next week.

                                    Typhoons forever,

                                                Cheryl Pless Ramsey (NNHS ’64)

   Thanks, Cheryl. 

   Fat chance on much more R&R, I'm afraid.  I did spend all day yesterday in bed, but I have an 8:00 mandatory meeting this
morning.  I am feeling slightly stronger, though.  Thanks for your concern.  I really appreciate it!  I was rater freaked out, under
the circumstances

From John Howard ('66) of VA - 02/11/05:

I knew Randy (Howell - '65) well and also his brother Robert, who we called Rocky.  Rocky, used to like my sister Nell
I think he took her out some.  He was also in the
DPO with me . Sorry to hear of his passing.

   As were we all, John.  Thanks!

From Joe Madagan ('57) of FL - 02/11/05 - Maybe you have overworked yourself:

Hi, Carol:
First it is Hillary, passing out at the podium. Then Coach Mike at Duke University, passing out during a game, right
on the floor. Now you announce that you fainted. What is going on here?
You all are working too hard. Slow down, Kid. You are so driven that you do not know when you have run out of fuel.
We want to enjoy your humor for years to come, so please slow down.

   Joe Madagan, you are such a sweetie-pie!  You've no idea how much I appreciate your concern!  Thanks, Adonis!  I'll try;
I really will!

   There were a couple of major items - with fabulous images - that I cut at the last minute for three reasons - this newsletter
was nearing record length, I wanted to save them for Valentine's Day, and I'm out of time!  GIGGLES!!!

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

                          Love to all, Carol


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The Battle Hymn of the Republic

- Julia Ward Howe

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored,
He has loosed the fateful lightening of His terrible swift sword
His truth is marching on.

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps
They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps
I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps
His day is marching on.

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnish`d rows of steel,
"As ye deal with my contemners, So with you my grace shall deal;"
Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel
Since God is marching on.

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat
He is sifting out the hearts of men before His judgment-seat
Oh, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet!
Our God is marching on.

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea,
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me:
As He died to make men holy, let us die to make men free,
While God is marching on.

Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on.

"Battle Hymn of the Republic" midi courtesy of http://www.divtune.com/dtmid.htm#06
at the suggestion of Dave Spriggs ('64) of VA - 02/09/05
Thank you so much, Dave!  This rendition has exactly the period flavor I had hoped against hope to capture.

"Battle Hymn of the Republic" lyrics courtesy of http://www.law.ou.edu/hist/bathymn.html
also at the suggestion of Dave Spriggs ('64) of VA - 02/09/05
Thanks again, Dave!

First Lincoln Image courtesy of http://www.wildwestweb.net/cwleaders/lincolnphoto.html - 02/09/05

Second Lincoln Image courtesy of http://www.lib.utexas.edu/photodraw/portraits/#L - 02/09/05

Flag Divider Bar clip art courtesy of http://www.cowboyclipart.net/patriotism/dividers.asp - 02/09/05

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