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02/15/08 - NNHS Newsletter -
Let Me Call You Sweetheart

"Love is the condition in which the happiness
of another person is essential to your own."

- Robert A. Heinlein
(7 July 1907 - 8 May 1988 )

Dear Friends and Schoolmates,   

    Today's theme comes to us by request of    Christine Wilson Starkman ('68) of CA on 02/13/08: "..... If you haven't used "Let Me Call You Sweetheart" as a theme, please consider it. My Aunt Rosie used to sing it to me at nap time. It's a favorite of mine."

   Here you go, Chris, and as an added treat, I've thrown in Alfalfa and the Little Rascals performing their own special version of the song:



18 -     Bill Sawyer ('57) - 1939 (deceased 05/16/06) AND  Brooks Bloxom ('64) of NC;
19 -
 Bobby Norris ('62) of VA  AND      Linda Lane Lane ('64) of VA;
20 -
   Bobby Callis ('64) of WV;
22 - Ronald Bass ('57) AND Curt Lauterbach ('65) of VA;
23 - Richard Prince ('57).

   Many Happy Returns to you all!


      From Sepi Dinwiddie Prichard ('58) of NC - 02/12/08 - "       Herbie (Hice of MI)":

Hi Carol and Typhoon Family,

I spoke with Herbie's daughter
  Heidi (Hice MacKay of MI) this morning, and she has brought me up to date so far.

Herbie is comatose, but will come and go out of it if spoken to. Heidi, her husband and their children and other family members are exhausted from sorrow and many trips to the hospital. Herbie's vital signs are good and the physicians in charge are puzzled as to why his body is reacting this way. She asked for prayer, strong, uplifting prayer. Not just for Herbie, but to lift the spirits of the entire family and to supply them with God's strength and some peace of mind until our Herbie is out of the woods. I gave Heidi a message to give to Herbie....That he was needed, loved and missed very much and to quit slacking off and get back quickly because God was not finished with him....YET ! She laughed and said she would tell him just that and would say that I said so.

Herbie thought that a stint was going to be the end of it but the damage was far worse than feared. Herbie is 83, but is strong and the pillar of his family and a big part of ours, too. Heidi thanks all of us for our prayers and said it made her feel better just knowing that we cared enough to pray for her precious dad. Herbie needs all of us to pray, he helped make this Country a wonderful pace for us to live and did it so we could keep the freedom we enjoy. He did this when most of us were small children, babies or yet to be born, but he did it for us...we can pay him back through prayer.

Dimples aka Sepi

   Thank you very much, Dimples - DITTO!!!

    From Chandler Nelms (Hampton HS - '63) of MD - 02/14/08:

I haven't seen (but maybe didn't look close enough) an address for
      Herbie (Hice of MI) in the hospital. I'm sure he'd like to hear from us and the best wishes we all have for him in his recovery.

Chandler Nelms

      Heidi (Hice MacKay of MI) didn't give me an address for Herbie in the hospital, other than to say he was still in ICU.  I don't like to publish addresses online, but cards and letters can be sent to Herbie in care of his daughter, Heidi.  I've forwarded her address to you, and will do so for anyone else who requests it.

Thanks, Chandler Darlin'!

    From My Niece, Shari, of VA - 02/12/08 - "You, Mother":

Masterpiece in minutes with spray paint. This guy is the bomb!
Holy Image Inside Tree.
Pepsi launches new healthy drink.

"I had a Super Bowl party at my house this weekend. I really need a bigger house or fewer friends...and I'm leaning towards fewer friends."
- Jimmy Kimmel  


"Iran is going to build an island just for women who want to go on vacation. No men will be allowed on the island. Which leads to the question, 'If something goes wrong, whose fault will it be?'"
- Jay Leno  


"Krispy Kreme announced they're coming out with a low-fat, 180 calorie, whole wheat doughnut. They're calling this amazing whole wheat doughnut a bagel."
- Conan O'Brien  


Have you ever been afraid to copy someone, because you would feel like you were just not being yourself?  Of course, you don't want to be a carbon copy of somebody else.  You want to be your own person, true to yourself.

But if someone else is doing something g right, if they are achieving goals you also wish to achieve, if they are carrying themselves the way you want to carry yourself, why not copy them?  In fact copy a little something from everyone you admire.  After all everything you admire in someone else, they copied from another person. 

And everything about you has also been copied.  What?  You say you didn't copy?  You learned the things you know?  Well, learning involves a lot of copying.  So don't be afraid to copy from wherever you can if you think it will make you a better person.
- The Happy Guy

Success is having the courage to meet failure without being defeated.



The young mother set her foot on the path of life.

"Is this the long way?" she asked.

And the guide said, "Yes, and the way is hard. And you will be old before you reach the end of it. But the end will be better than the beginning."

But the young mother was happy, and she would not believe that anything could be better than these years.

So she played with her children, she fed them and bathed them, and taught them how to tie their shoes and ride a bike and reminded them to feed the dog and do their homework and brush their teeth.

The sun shone on them and the young Mother cried, "Nothing will ever be lovelier than this."

Then the nights came, and the storms, and the path was sometimes dark, and the children shook with fear and cold, and the mother drew them close and covered them with her arms, and the children said, "Mother, we are not afraid, for you are near, and no harm can come."

And the morning came, and there was a hill ahead, and the children climbed and grew weary, and the mother was weary. But at all times she said to the children, "A little patience and we are there."

So the children climbed, and as they climbed they learned to weather the storms. And with this, she gave them strength to face the world. Year after year, she showed them compassion, understanding, hope, but most of all... unconditional love.

And when they reached the top they said, "Mother, we would not have done it without you."

The days went on, and the weeks and the months and the years, and the mother grew old and she became little and bent. But her children were tall and strong, and walked with courage. And the mother, when she lay down at night, looked up at the stars and said, "This is a better day than the last, for my children have learned so much and are now passing these traits on to their children."

And when the way became rough for her, they lifted her, and gave her their strength, just as she had given them hers. One day they came to a hill, and beyond the hill, they could see a shining road and golden gates flung wide.

And mother said: "I have reached the end of my journey. And now I know the end is better than the beginning, for my children can walk with dignity and pride, with their heads held high, and so can their children after them."

And the children said, "You will always walk with us, Mother, even when you have gone through the gates."

And they stood and watched her as she went on alone, and the gates closed after her.  And they said: "We cannot see her, but she is with us still.  A Mother like ours is more than a memory. She is a living presence."

Your Mother is always with you.

She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street, She's the smell of certain foods you remember, flowers you pick and perfume that she wore, She's the cool hand on your brow when you're not feeling well, She's your breath in the air on a cold winter's day. She is the sound of the rain that lulls you to sleep, the colors of a rainbow, She is Christmas morning.

Your Mother lives inside your laughter. And she's crystallized in every tear drop. A mother shows every emotion... happiness, sadness, fear, jealousy, love, hate, anger, helplessness, excitement, joy, sorrow... and all the while, hoping and praying you will only know the good feelings in life.

She's the place you came from, your first home, and she's the map you follow with every step you take. She's your first love, your first friend, even your first enemy, but nothing on earth can separate you.

Not time, not space... not even death!

May we never take our mothers for granted.

~Author Unknown~

   Okay, Lady, you got me again! My own mother,            Maxine Frix Buckley (John Marshall HS - '25) - who was always so very sorrowful that I had kept in touch with so very few of my old friends over the years - died nine years ago today. Ten months later, I began reconnecting with one or two - and NOW just look!

  Thanks so very much, Shari!

      From Sepi Dinwiddie Prichard ('58) of NC - 02/13/08 - "Get Well Cards":


For those of us that are tired of cleaning house for more than half a century, some less, some more, I think I have come up with an excellent solution for those of us that would rather let a little dust accumulate.  I always leave my vacuum  out in case anyone drops shows intent.  But will follow Maxine's advice and head out for the dollar store.  Don't sign them, you may actually need them one day, you know for friends that really are sick.  Another neat way to save time and money !

Dimples aka Sepi



Good Housekeeping Tip

Another Maxine Tip ...

Always keep several get well cards on the mantle...
So if unexpected
guests arrive,
They will think you've been sick and unable to clean

   GIGGLES!!! Thanks again, Dimples!

  From Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of VA - 02/14/08 - "TWO WOLVES":

Feed The Good Wolf!!


One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people. He said, "My son, the battle is between two "wolves" inside us all.

One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.

The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith."

The grand son thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: "Which wolf wins?"

The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."

 Joyce Cahoon

   Great reminder - thank you, Joyce!

From Norris Perry (Warwick HS - '59) of VA - 02/14/08 - "The Old Man, Heart warming":

Received from a friend -

These don't come along too often

As I came out of the supermarket that sunny day, pushing my cart of groceries towards my car, I saw an old man with the hood of his car up and a lady sitting inside the car, with the door open. The old man was looking at the engine. I put my groceries away in my car and continued to watch the old gentleman from about twenty-five feet away.

I saw a young man in his early twenties with a grocery bag in his arm, walking towards the old man. The old gentleman saw him coming too and took a few steps towards him. I saw the old gentleman point to his open hood and say something. The young man put his grocery bag into what looked like a brand new Cadillac Escalade and then turned back to the old man, and I heard him yell at the old gentleman saying, "You shouldn't even be allowed to drive a car at your age." And then with a wave of his hand, he got in his car and peeled rubber out of the parking lot.

I saw the old gentleman pull out his handkerchief and mop his brow as he went back to his car and again looked at the engine. He then went to his wife and spoke with her and appeared to tell her it would be okay. I had seen enough and I approached the old man. He saw me coming and stood straight and as I got near him I said, "Looks like you're having a problem." He smiled sheepishly and quietly nodded his head.

I looked under the hood myself and knew that whatever the problem was, it was beyond me. Looking around I saw a gas station up the road and told the old gentleman that I would be right back. I drove to the station and went inside and saw three attendants working on cars. I approached one of them and related the problem the old man had with his car and offered to pay them if they could follow me back down and help him.

The old man had pushed the heavy car under the shade of a tree and appeared to be comforting his wife. When he saw us he straightened up and thanked me for my help. As the mechanics diagnosed the problem (overheated engine) I spoke with the old gentleman. When I shook hands with him earlier he had noticed my Marine Corps ring and had commented about it, telling me that he had been a Marine too. I nodded and asked the usual question, "What outfit did you serve with?" He had mentioned that he served with the first Marine Division at Tarawa, Saipan, Iwo Jima and Guadalcanal.

He had hit all the big ones and retired from the Corps after the war was over.
As we talked we heard the car engine come on and saw the mechanics lower the hood. They came over to us as the old man reached for his wallet, but was stopped by me and I told him I would just put the bill on my AAA card. He still reached for the wallet and handed me a card that I assumed had his name and address on it and I stuck it in my pocket.  We all shook hands all around again and I said my goodbye's to his wife.

I then told the two mechanics that I would follow them back up to the station. Once at the station I told them that they had interrupted their own jobs to come along with me and help the old man. I said I wanted to pay for the help, but they refused to charge me. One of them pulled out a card from his pocket looking exactly like the card the old man had given to me.

Both of the men told me then, that they were Marine Corps Reserves. Once again we shook hands all around and as I was leaving, one of them told me I should look at the card the old man had given to me and I said I would and drove off.

For some reason I had gone about two blocks when I pulled over and took the card out of my pocket and looked at it for a long, long, time. The name of the old gentleman was on the card in golden leaf and under his name......... "Congressional Medal of Honor Society."

I sat there motionless looking at the card and reading it over and over.

I looked up from the card and smiled to no one but myself and marveled that on this day, four Marines had all come together, because one of us needed help. He was an old man all right, but it felt good to have stood next to greatness and courage and an honor to have been in his presence.

America is not at war.  The U.S. Military is at war.  America is at the Mall.

   WOWZERONI! Thanks so much, Norris!

    From Jean Poole Burton ('64) of RI - 02/14/08 - "The date of Easter...":

Last night at choir they were talking about Easter being the earliest it can be this year...and it will not be this early again for 87 years...and then someone said "how late can it be?" and someone else wanted to know how they decide that...and I decided that SOMEBODY OUT THERE WOULD anybody???  This is why I love y'all!!!  Yes I still say it...even though I have lived in Yankeeland for almost 36 years!

   Yes, ma'am! It's a moon cycle thingie. Read all about it (a.k.a. HOMEWORK):

       From Dave Spriggs ('64) of VA - 02/14/08 - "Tidewater Hotel":

  Joe M. asked which hotel was razed to permit expansion of the DP/TH building. He thought it may have been the Tidewater Hotel.

Here is an image of the Tidewater Hotel.
1930s - Tidewater Hotel

And here it is again by another name, The Grafton Hotel.

The 1954 Hill's City Directory lists the Tidewater Hotel at 2400 Washington Avenue.

Now, it is up to others to determine if it, or some other hotel was the one demolished.

1920 - Hotel Grafton

    Thanks, Brown Eyes - I hadn't seen that Hotel Grafton postcard before!

   I redid this page yesterday: 


  From Gary Fitzgerald ('61) of VA - 02/15/08 - "For     From Joe Madagan ('57) of FL":

It was the Tidewater Hotel and they had a restaurant in there run by Mr. Holly and he had the best Smithfield ham biscuits in town.  


   I wish I had one of those Smithfield ham biscuits right now, Gary - thanks!

   I posted your comment:


   So I think I have these facts correct now:

1. The Hotel Grafton - later Tidewater Hotel - was located at 2400 Washington Avenue.

2. It had the best Smithfield ham biscuits in town - YUM!

3. It was demolished - like so much of downtown Newport News :o( .

4. Something else - possibly another hotel - stood at 2500 Washington Avenue, and was torn down to allow for expansion of the Daily Press / Times Herald building. 

   What might that property have been?!?

   Thank you for your help, Gentlemen!

From Norris Perry (Warwick HS - '59) of VA - 02/14/08 - "In Olden Times":

Dear Carol,


I noticed
   Rennie Dick's ('54 - of VA) picture in the 14 Feb Newsletter.  He really looks familiar to me, but I cannot place him at all.  Did he go to the Apprentice School?

   Yes, indeed, he did! He graduated from there in 1958, became a draftsman at the shipyard, and is now happily retired in Newport News.

Saturday, August 06, 2005
Rennie Dick ('54) and Renee Dick Wallace

I attended Thomas Jefferson 1st-3rd grade, and remember going to the Boys Club on 28th Street.  They would show movies on Saturday mornings and have all kinds of activities and entertainment there.  I remember seeing Lash Larue and Whip Wilson there once on separate occasions and they both performed all kinds of tricks with long teamsters bull whips.  I was scheduled to go to Magruder but moved to Morrison Elementary in Warwick.

   And see how our lives are all intertwined?? Thanks, Norris!

  From George Helliesen ('61) of MI - 02/14/08:

Dear Carol,
Don't you get sick on us, you're too damn important to us typhoons!  You newsletter is too important and without you  where would the typhoon nation be?  Cheer up and get healthy whatever it takes.  Hear???
If there is anything we can do for you please let us know.  We're always ready to help.  Get well and we all care about you.
You take care now.
George Helliesen,61

   Thank you so much, George! That really means a lot to me!

   Last year, our whole family was ill with colds and flu for the entire month of February. We turned the living room into an infirmary, and it seemed perfectly natural under those circumstances. As miserable as I was, I was pretty certain that one day I would surely be all better.

   In retrospect, I think I preferred last year.....

PRAYER ROLL (arranged alphabetically, but not necessarily complete):

1. My Friend Judy of IL -  shoulder replacement surgery - 04/22/08

2. Clyde Bryant ('58) of PA - heart replacement surgery - 12/13/07

3.      Me ('65) of NC - recent escalation of shortness of breath, heart and blood pressure problems plus the usual .....

4. Emily (daughter of My Niece Shari) of VA - continuing problems with advancing scoliosis

5.       Herb Hice of MI - triple bypass surgery plus carotid artery cleanup - @ 01/25/08

6. Patsy Lewis Hancock ('57) of VA - suffered second massive heart attack - 01/31/08

7.       John London (Warwick HS - '57) of VA - lumbar surgery to fix a spinal stenosis [ laminectomy]; will also involve fusion of vertebrae - 02/05/08

8. Pam Pennington Cherry ('58) of VA - congestive heart failure; cardiac ablation procedure - 02/06/08


1. Friday and Saturday, May 16 - 17, 2008 - NNHS CLASS OF 1958

    From Jerry Blanchard ('62) of VA - 01/12/08 - "Gas Stations Of Yesteryear-------------------------this IS REAL Americana" (#16 in a Series of 37):

Carol, do not know if you would like to show these or not. Just brings back a lot memories from yesteryear. Hope you like them. 

Jerry Blanchard (62) of Va.

Gas Stations Of  Yesteryear

Back when life was much simpler and gas was 18-25 cents a gallon!!

(or there about) and as low as 17 cents during gas wars.


Old American Gas Stations from all around the country  
Some are abandoned, some are restored and many are still in use.  


Yeah . . .  I remember!

 And with a fill-up you got the gas pumped for you, your windshield cleaned, oil and fluids checked, tires checked,
a free map, if you wanted it, and greeted in ENGLISH !!!

Yeah! I remember!!!

Enjoy Your Days & Love Your Life.... Because...."Life is a journey to be savored."

  Thanks, Jerry, I remember them quite fondly, too!

   I'm woefully out of time, Sweetie-Pies.  I've pulled a great many items for inclusion in the next Newsletter - which may even be tomorrow.

   Meanwhile, y'all have a good weekend - and take care of each other!  TYPHOONS FOREVER!  We'll Always Have Buckroe!

                          Love to all, Carol





Carol Buckley Harty
219 Four Ply Lane
Fayetteville, NC 29311-9305

Let Me Call You Sweetheart

By Beth Slater Whitson and Leo Friedman, 1910

 Let me call you Sweetheart
I'm in love with you.
Let me hear you whisper that you love me too.
Keep the lovelight glowing in your eyes so true
Let me call you Sweetheart
I'm in love with you!

I am dreaming, dear, of you
Day by day
Dreaming when the skies are blue,
When they're gray;
When the silv'ry moonlight gleams,
Still I wander on in dreams
In a land of love, it seems
Just with you....

Let me call you Sweetheart
I'm in love with you.
Let me hear you whisper that you love me too.
Keep the lovelight glowing in your eyes so true
Let me call you Sweetheart
I'm in love with you!

"Let Me Call You Sweetheart" midi (sequenced by "Perfessor" Bill Edwards) and lyrics courtesy of
at the suggestion of Dave Spriggs ('64) of VA
- 02/09/05
Thanks, Dave!

Hearts with Roses clip art and Roses and Heart Divider Line clip art courtesy
- 03/13/06

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

Animated USMC Flag clip art courtesy of - 06/18/03

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

Marine Corps Seal clip art courtesy of Herbert Hice of MI - one of my Famous Marines who served in the South Pacific during WWII.
Thanks, Herbie!

Hampton High School's Crab clip art courtesy of - 10/02/05

Crying Baby clip art courtesy of - 09/28/05

John Marshall High School's Justice Scale clip art courtesy of Cheryl White Wilson (JMHS - '64) of VA - 10/13/05
Thanks, Cheryl!

Army Seal clip art courtesy of Al Farber ('64) of GA - 05/24/06
Thanks, Al!

Air Force Seal clip art courtesy of - 07/07/06

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