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02/21/06 - NNHS Newsletter - Precious Memories

"Savor and taste each moment in life - for it soon shall be a memory."

 ~ Shana Wiersum

Dear Friends and Schoolmates,   

   The theme for today's Bonus Newsletter was suggested on 01/19/06 by    Jean Poole Burton ('64) of RI.  Thanks, Lady!   


1. Tommie Mouser ('60) of VA - 02/21/06:


  From Jimmy Walker ('62) of VA - 02/21/05 - "Mailing List"

In a recent newsletter,    Fred Mays, '60 (of VA), mentioned a long lost classmate by the name of    Tommy Mouser ('60). We are neighbors, and he wanted me to ask you if you would give Fred his e-mail address.....

Also please put him on your mailing list; I'm sure he will enjoy it as much as the rest of us.

Take care,

   Tommie Mouser is your neighbor?!?  I used to have such a crush on that boy!  Of course, he never knew it - or me.  I was waaay too shy to have even said "Hi"; I was only in the seventh grade.  I don't remember how I even ever saw him - unless possibly he was a bagger at the Stuart Gardens Colonial Store.  But whenever my sister    (Eleanor Buckley Nowitzky - '59 - of NC) wasn't looking, I kept her 1959 Anchor near my bed so I could look at his picture - this picture - just before I fell asleep. I thought it would insure that I had some high quality dreams.  It must have worked, because I did it for quite some time.

   Oh, hey - you don't think he saw all that, do you?  That would be terribly embarrassing    Naaaah - he has an AOL addie; chances are he'll never see it.  WHEW!

   Thanks, Jimmy!  I sent your note to Fred, and added Tommie's name to our lists:

   And welcome, Tommie!  Send us your birthday, and we'll add you there as well:


  From Cathy Slusser Hudson ('64) of VA - 02/16/06 - "Hello":

Hi Carol:  

Glad to see you are back in working order.  I missed you. Actually I thought it was my computer and I was about to give it back to the Indians assuming they would have it. These machines get the best of me all the time.  

Hope your Valentine's Day was all you wished for.  Thanks for all the work you do to keep us informed and up-dated. Take care always.  

Catherine Hudson

   Considering everything and all the horrendous illnesses we were battling, Valentine's Day was still a lot of fun - roses, candy, laughter, everything!  Thanks, Cathy!

   (By the way, Cathy, I'm saving your gorgeous surprise for tomorrow!  SHHHH - don't tell!  GIGGLES!!!)


  From Jamey Douglas Bacon ('66) of VA - 02/16/06 - "A picture for you  -    Mrs.
Danley (Aretie Gallins Patterson - '59 - of Northern VA)
surprising    Patty Dempsey Gibbs
('66 - of VA) after 40 years

     WOWZERONI-RINI!!!  This is just way too cool! 

   What a great day that must have been for y'all!  And you're right - she looks just the same as when she taught us forty-eleven years ago!

   I'm really looking forward to seeing all three of you on September 30 at the 40-Year Open Reunion for the Class of 1966!

   Thanks so much, Jamey!!!    I'll be posting this on Aretie's page any old day now....

  From Kathy Pilgrim Clark ('63) of VA - 02/19/06 - "Accidental Meeting":


I was at the check out at Bed, Bath and Beyond just now and the person in line behind me looked familiar.  So I asked, "Did you go to NNHS?"  When she said she had, I caught a memory flash and asked if her name was Ruth.  She said it was.  She is    Ruth Thom Chapman ('63) .  She's been with a credit union here for 25 years.  I told her to Google the web site and read.  Maybe she'll join us! 

   Ohhh, I remember Ruthie!  We were in the same P.E. class one year!  I think...  Wait a minute.  According to my contemporary annotations, I didn't know her at all....  Naaaaah - that can't be right!

   Still, the very thought of accidentally bumping into a Real Typhoon in the checkout line - let alone arranging to meet them - is making me more and more homesick for "the sacred soil of Virginia".


   Thanks, Kathy! 


  From Richard Dawes (NNHS/HHS - '62) of VA to    Tim Rogers (HHS - '66) of VA -


I am sorry to inform you that that I am not the same Dicky that worked with you.

He was a very young and care free Rock N' Roll fellow, with a lot more hair than now.
  I think he remembers you guys in Field Test.

The most fun (he says) was climbing the 120 ft. RF towers with you and listening to Floyd Gibbs go on and on. Jessie, and your real boss, Dave Dessler, would keep you straight.

Dicky told me that Sam Holdben works at Jefferson Lab (269-5128) as well as Frank Folsom and Richard Dawes.

Dicky Dawes    

I have Schizophrenia, and so do I.

But, Tim, all seriousness aside, I have enjoyed your posts to this (NNHS65) site. Please keep them coming.

Great hearing from you.
Richard Dawes

   Dicky, you are such a delightful HOOT!  Thanks!  And I love your photo - whoever you are!  GIGGLES!!!

   Oh, Tim, be sure to check out Dicky's other Rock 'N' Roll images, which were previously supplied to us by the freakin' hot    David Whitley ('67) of VA (Thanks again, Gorgeous!):


   From Steve Silsby (Ferguson HS - '72) of NC - 02/20/06:

Last year on a message board I frequent, someone posted a tribute to the launch of launch of John Glenn's Mercury Orbital flight of February 20, 1962.  The writer then asked the question "Do you remember 1962?"  The following is what I posted -- perhaps you'll find it of interest for the newsletter.

“Do you remember 1962”


Yeah, I remember 1962.  I was in second/third grade.  We were still a one car family (57 Plymouth Savoy).  My father was an Aeronautical Engineer at NASA and carpooled to work with a group of fellow engineers.  This allowed mom to have the car for shopping and other errands several days a week.  With today’s prices for cars, gas, insurance, and maintenance, I wonder why we don’t think to do that any more? 

Our family still regularly went to the Anchor Drive-In theater.  I remember arguing fiercely for individual territory in the back seat.  After those great battles were settled, I’d usually fall asleep before the second feature -- sometimes WAY before.  For some reason, my parents and my sisters never complained about that...

I listened to the top-30 hits on WGH 1310 with my new pocket sized 6-transistor radio.  Let's see, Four-Seasons - Big Girls Don't Cry; Gene Pitney - Only Love Can Break a Heart - Connie Francis, V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N; Little Eva - The Locomotion... un-huh.  My sisters were older than me and they'd been buying all the latest 45's since 1958.  I hung out in their room a lot because that’s where all the music was.  They had a little RCA 45 RPM turntable and an amplifier that dad built into a bookshelf with a front panel and speaker.


I had learned to water ski the summer before.  Every Saturday throughout the summer of '62, we all went out in the speedboat.  We launched at Deep Creek in Newport News and crossed the James River to Burwell's Bay.  We'd spend the day skiing, swimming, and exploring the beach.  We didn't need any tanning lotion, either.  We kids had been playing outside all spring, so we already had deep tans before summer recess.  All day in the sun just wasn't a big deal back then.  In fact, it was still considered healthy.

At least once each summer we and our friends would all pile into the car for a visit to Buckroe Beach Amusement Park.  There were the roller coaster, tilt-o-whirl, scrambler, cascades, carousel, and bumper cars.  We ate pop-corn, cotton candy snow cones, and chocolate dipped frozen bananas.  We'd make our precious ride tickets last the night by alternating rides with time in the arcade.  Aahh, the arcade!  I loved playing skee-ball and hand-cranking those penny movie machines.  A few times, a friend and I practiced songs to perform in the record booth.  Twenty-five cents to record a short record.  We seldom got out more than a few sour notes before breaking into giggles, complaints, and arguments, then more giggles -- all recorded for our later amusement.  But not for posterity: not one of those goofy records survived our youth.  All these things are but fond memories.  The amusement park is gone now.

Oh Yeah, School!  Riverside Elementary School (still there and operating) was first through seventh grades.  No middle schools then.  We got the three R's, plus music, art, phys-ed, and even French language (that from 16mm films).  There was plenty to learn, and discipline enough to learn it.  The discipline came from home, but was re-Enforced (!) at school -- yes, spanking/paddling when deemed necessary.  Oh yeah, how can I forget recess?  That huge (maybe 6 acre) playground!  There were grassy areas and hard-pack clay areas that we kids had trampled bare. Behind the monkey bars was the kick-ball diamond with those super-tall pine trees serving as first and third bases.  In the central area of the playground were three oak trees providing welcome shade for us hard-playing kids.  Then there was the well-manicured ball field used for Pony League on afternoons and adult softball at night.  There was also an asphalt area with painted 'courts' for four-square, dodge ball, etc.  There were basketball goals too.  

1962 was the year that Riverside Baptist Church was built (across the side road from the playground).  The first and second graders were brought out of our classes to watch the crane lift the huge steeple into place.  That was quite a coordinated effort on the contractor's part.  Too bad the steeple and the framing atop the roof did not mate up.  It must have been embarrassing to have a couple of hundred kids watching such a goof-up.  The framing atop the church was reworked and the steeple set in place some days later, but we didn't get to watch that time.

The space program!!!  I couldn't forget that!  Dad working for NASA and all, his enthusiasm rubbed off on me.  Shepard and Grissom had flown ballistic missions in '61, but 1962 brought the start of our orbital program!  I remember Dad picked me up from school to watch John Glenn’s launch one February day.  He intended to return me to class after the launch, but thanks to hours of count-down delays, there was no sense in taking me back by the time he lifted off.  No matter, really, to Dad, experiencing history was more important than reading it out of a book.

I didn't really know of the Cuban Missile Crisis when it was happening, but I remember noticing my parents' and other adults' anxiety at the time.  It came, and then it disappeared just as fast…  from all but the few neighbors who built fallout shelters.  And the nuclear attack drills!  We didn't get the "duck and cover" spiel, we just had to kneel heads down with hands behind our necks in the school hallways.  There was nothing about kissing anything goodbye, either.

So much was written about kids growing up with complexes over impending nuclear doom.  That's poppycock.  We lived in a primary target zone there in Tidewater Virginia, and I knew it!  It didn't faze me.  By the time I was a teen and understood the ramifications fully, I was THANKFUL for it!  I knew that none of us would suffer if an attack ever came.  We'd be vaporized by the first warhead and never feel a thing.  Beyond that realization, I just went on being a kid.

There was so much to do, so much to be, and so much to experience.  We didn't take time to worry about stuff.  For an 8 year old, the future is wondering whether the kid pitching is gonna throw anything you can reach out far enough to hit.


Yeah, I remember 1962!



Best Mariner Regards,

Steve Silsby FHS class of 72 (kind-of)


   Ohhh, Steve!  Thanks for the walk down Memory Lane.  I wasn't eight years old, of course.  I was in the latter half of my freshman year at NNHS when the New Year dawned, but curiously many of our memories collide.


   And in the strange "non-coincidence" category, for the last two weeks I've been working on this freshman year in my memory albums.


   Thanks again, Steve! 


  From Sarah Puckett Kressaty ('65) of VA - 02/20/06 - "What Was the #1 Song the Day
You Were Born?":

What was the #1 song the day you were born? (from Billboard magazine going back to 1940)

   How COOL!!!  I love these things!!! 

   Now, let me see - August 30, 1947 - "Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! (That Cigarette)" by Tex Williams

   Oh, give me a break!!!  And the only time I ever smoked a cigarette, I burnt my nose trying to light the blooming thing!


   Well, it's still a mighty fun site!  Thank you, Sarah Sugah! 


  From Jimmy Hines ('64) of Northern VA - 02/20/06:

  Jerry (Blanchard - '62 - of VA), Walter was his name, and especially during the summer he would push his cart through the alleys of the apartments in Seven Oaks and Marshall Courts. We looked forward to when Walter would arrive, whether we could buy something or not. I remember the shiny chrome of his cart, and the oil lantern that he used to light his way. He always had things kids liked, in addition to the bread, etc., our folks needed, and he 'delivered the goods' with a kindness no one has exceeded in my life. I do not remember if I ever knew his last name, but he worked hard. Maybe someone in his family will read what we have said about how nice he was to us and that we appreciate him.

  Wayne (Stokes - '65 - of VA), NNHS was truly special, like some of the other high schools in our state at that time, I imagine. I've seen no other like it over the years, however, and I've been in a few. It seems  most schools have to work to develop school spirit, and to me, our school spirit was in abundance throughout the year. We had a superb faculty of experienced teachers who were there every day, who knew what we needed to go on to the next level, whatever that was to be, and I think their confidence and winning attitude rubbed off on us. They also knew to not let us get away with things, too! The school had to be strong in many ways in order to attract the type of people who taught us when we were there. I think it safe to say that being at NNHS was a win-win situation for all in the building.

 Carol (Buckley Harty - '65 - of NC), I hope this finds you well.


   Thanks, Sweetie!  I think I may have finally ditched that dreadful, horrid flu at last!

   And thank you as always for all your great input! 


  From Jennie Sheppard ('62) of NC - 02/20/06:

Hi Carol,
You are right, the black man who pushed the cart around Marshall Courts was indeed named Walter.  I seem to remember he blew a whistle or is that something I dreamed up?  I think someone told me he was nearly blind because I always marveled that he could tell how much money we gave him. 
Jennie Sheppard Class of '62

   WOW!  Walter must have been something really special!

   I regret to say I have no memory of the man.  I'm hoping this is because he didn't visit Stuart Gardens, and therefore I would never have encountered him.  Y'all please tell me if that's but another of my delusions.....

   Thanks, Jennie!

   LATE BREAKING DEVELOPMENT: Y'all stay tuned for the answer to this mystery in tomorrow's Newsletter!


   From Jean Poole Burton ('64) of RI - 02/20/06 - "Famous sailors...Lt. Charles Burton
(Jean's son)":

     That's the spirit, Lady!  Thanks! 

   What a great shot of your handsome son - in whom I assume you are justly proud!  He and your husband (Capt. John F. Burton, USN Ret.) are now posted right between Raymond Burr and George Bush.  

   "Not too shabby!"

Lt. Charles Burton    

  From Dave Spriggs ('64) of VA - 02/20/06 -"WGH Top 131 of 1971":

  As requested..

   David, you ARE the Wizard of Wonderment!

   I wasn't able to redesign the WGH page to accommodate this image you miraculously captured for me today - which I thought I was going to accomplish early this morning, but I'll try again for the wee hours of tomorrow.

1971 WGH Top 131 Hits    
Thank you so much!  I still can't get over how you were able to do this, even being (as you are) a graduate of the United States Naval Academy, but I still prefer the "Magic" explanation. 

  From Fred Field ('45) of CA - 02/21/06 - "Holiday":

Hello Carol,        Tuesday, Feb. 21, 05



   GIGGLES!!!  Thanks, Fred!  And I certainly hope we'll have a good ol' red, white and blue Newsletter tomorrow in George's honor!


  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. 


     All righty, then!

   Thanks, David! 

Redneck off-roading..... J    

   There's still more to come from    Joe Madagan ('57) of FL,   Cathy Slusser Hudson ('64) of VA,    Richard Dawes (NNHS/HHS - '62) of VA,    Cookie Phillips Tyndall ('64) of VA,    Renee Helterbran Benton ('59) of VA,    Evelyn Fryer Fish ('58) of TX, and    Bill Campbell (54) of VA, just to name a few.  Stay tuned!  

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

                          Love to all, Carol





Precious Memories

- Music and Lyrics by J. B. F. Wright

Precious memories, unseen angels
Sent from somewhere to my soul
How they linger, ever near me
And the sacred scenes unfold.

Precious memories, how they linger
How they ever flood my soul
In the stillness of the midnight
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.

Precious father, loving mother
Fly across the lonely years
And old home scenes of my childhood
In fond memory appear.

In the stillness of the midnight
Echoes from the past I hear
Old-time singing, gladness bringing
From that lovely land somewhere.

I remember mother praying
Father, too, on bended knee
Sun is sinking, shadows falling
But their prayers still follow me.

As I travel on life's pathway
Know not what the years may hold
As I ponder, hope grows fonder
Precious memories flood my soul.

"Precious Memories" midi (sequenced by Frank W. “Grandpa” Schober) courtesy of - 01/24/06
at the request of Jean Poole Burton ('64) of RI - 01/19/06
Thanks, Jean! 

 "Precious Memories" lyrics courtesy of - 01/24/06
also at
the request of Jean Poole Burton ('64) of RI - 01/19/06
Thanks again, Jean! 

"Bunny Love" clip art courtesy of - 08/18/05 

 Heart Vine Divider Line clip art courtesy of - 01/30/06

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

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