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Hi..... Attention was brought to several of us that a former Typhoon was in need of our help. We just feel so badly for Connie Bloxom Thompson that we thought we might possibly be able to help in some way. My greatest dream would be to have a former classmate that became an eye doctor volunteer an operation, but since to my knowledge there is no such person, we wanted to check with you to see what you thought about passing along our letter. Dee Hodges Bartram ('66 - of VA), who pretty much has a handle on our 1966 class roster, hopes to send the letter to our class also once she is able to get e-mail addresses updated.

A copy of the letter is attached that Bonnie Lee Rogers and I have signed, although I wonder if it should just be signed "Typhoon Family". Please read through the letter and if this is something you feel comfortable with, I'd appreciate you considering passing it along. If you don't feel comfortable, please know that we won't be offended whatsoever.

Thanks for all the hard work that you do on the website. You've got a lot more guts than I would ever have to tackle such an involved job. Also, if you have some other suggestion that maybe we haven't thought about, we'd love to hear about it.

Thanks again, Carol.

I thought the lunar eclipse was beautiful, but I like stuff like that, It has struck me more so than ever in the last six months, how very diverse we each are. The first song everyone will like, at least I think. The 2nd sets by POD aren't for everybody. I have a dual thing going.. highly spiritual, but love hard rock.

Then again I accept everybody, with all their differences. God knew to give us different traits; it makes life interesting. Music helps me cope and now have Emily's major surgery date - March 11th....Aaaaahhhh, NERVOUS!,

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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QDm03Foq2T0

Concrete Angel--Martina McBride

(Makes me cry every time I watch it.)

Okay, Lady, ya got me with this one!

"But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that
a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea."

- Matthew. 18: 6

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This is hard rock/rap, so most won't like..... Guess I'll be in a rocking chair (one day long from now) rocking on. ;-)

New by P.O.D. Sepents and Angels

BOOM (and my all time fave by them--mild language)

Good Bye For Now--more chilled.

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During a friendly argument, my husband asked me why I married him in the first place. "I was just stupid," I teased.

When he said he was happy to hear that, I requested an explanation.

"People get divorced all the time because they fall out of love," he said. "But I've never heard of anybody falling out of stupid."

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((Another beautiful oldie.))

The Water

It was one of the hottest days of the dry season. We had not seen rain in almost a month. The crops were dying. Cows had stopped giving milk. The creeks and streams were long gone back into the earth. It was a dry season that would bankrupt several farmers before it was through.

Every day, my husband and his brothers would go about the arduous process of trying to get water to the fields. Lately this process had involved taking a truck to the local water rendering plant and filling it up with water. But severe rationing had cut everyone off. If we didn't see some rain soon...we would lose everything.

It was on this day that I learned the true lesson of sharing and witnessed the only miracle I have seen with my own eyes. I was in the kitchen making lunch for my husband and his brothers when I saw my six-year-old son, Billy, walking toward the woods. He wasn't walking with the usual carefree abandon of a youth but with a serious purpose. I could only see his back. He was obviously walking with a great effort ...trying to be as still as possible.

Minutes after he disappeared into the woods, he came running out again, toward the house. I went back to making sandwiches, thinking that whatever task he had been doing was completed. Moments later, however, he was once again walking in that slow purposeful stride toward the woods.

This activity went on for an hour: walk carefully to the woods, run back to the house. Finally, I couldn't take it any longer, and I crept out of the house and followed him on his journey (being very careful not to be seen...as he was obviously doing important work and didn't need his Mommy checking up on him).

He was cupping both hands in front of him as he walked, being very careful not to spill the water he held in them...maybe two or three tablespoons were held in his tiny hands.

I sneaked close as he went into the woods. Branches and thorns slapped his little face, but he did not try to avoid them. He had a much higher purpose. As I leaned in to spy on him, I saw the most amazing site. Several large deer loomed in front of him.

Billy walked right up to them. I almost screamed for him to get away. A huge buck with elaborate antlers was dangerously close. But the buck did not threaten him...he didn't even move as Billy knelt down. And I saw a tiny fawn lying on the ground, obviously suffering from dehydration and heat exhaustion, lift its head with great effort to lap up the water cupped in my beautiful boy's hands.

When the water was gone, Billy jumped up to run back to the house and I hid behind a tree. I followed him back to the house to a spigot that we had shut off the water to.

Billy opened it all the way up and a small trickle began to creep out. He knelt there, letting the drip slowly fill up his makeshift "cup," as the sun beat down on his little back.

And it became clear to me. The trouble he had gotten into for playing with the hose the week before. The lecture he had received about the importance of not wasting water. The reason he didn't ask me to help him.

It took almost twenty minutes for the drops to fill his hands. When he stood up and began the trek back, I was there in front of him. His little eyes just filled with tears.

"I'm not wasting," was all he said.

As he began his walk, I joined him...with a small pot of water from the kitchen. I let him tend to the fawn. I stayed away. It was his job.

I stood on the edge of the woods watching the most beautiful heart I have ever known working so hard to save another life. As the tears that rolled down my face began to hit the ground, they were suddenly joined by other drops...and more drops...and more.........

I looked up at the sky. It was as if God, Himself, was weeping with pride.

Some will probably say that this was all just a huge coincidence. That miracles don't really exist. That it was bound to rain sometime. And I can't argue with that.............I'm not going to try.

All I can say is that the rain that came that day saved our farm...just like the actions of one little boy saved another.

This is not one of those crazy chain letters...if you don't forward it to anyone, nothing bad will happen to you. If you choose to forward it, you won't receive any riches in the mail.

I don't know if anyone will read this...but I had to send it out. To honor the memory of my beautiful Billy, who was taken from me much too soon.... But not before showing me the true face of God, in a little sunburned body.

~Author Unknown~

Articles are attached.


Friday, March 29, 1963	Friday, March 29, 1963	Friday, March 29, 1963	Friday, March 29, 1963
Three Juniors (Charles Milne, Sandye Cohen, and Alice Fowler - all '64) Represent NNHS in State S.C.A. Conference; AND Bobby Fox ('63), Mr. Wynn Attend Conference; AND Intellectual Contest Challenges Students	Rotary Club Selects Four (Bobby Fox, Barry Hatchett, John Gillikin, and Wayne DeLozier - All '63)) AND Intellectual Contest Challenges Students	Professional Profile - Dean of Girls - Miss Ethel Gildersleeve	Professional Profile - Principal - Mr. Robert Maidment

Tap On The Shoulder

A passenger in a taxi leaned over to ask the driver a question and tapped him on the shoulder. The driver screamed, lost control of the cab, nearly hit a bus, drove up over the curb, and stopped just inches from a large plate glass window.

For a few moments everything was silent in the cab, and then the still shaking driver said, "I'm sorry but you scared the daylights out of me."

The frightened passenger apologized to the driver and said he didn't realize a mere tap on the shoulder could frighten him so much.

The driver replied, "No, no, I'm sorry, it's entirely my fault. Today is my first day driving a cab. I've been driving a hearse for the last 25 years."

This is one of my favorite songs. Yes, I know I say that all the time, but that's only because it's so true. And this really is one of my favorite songs from one of my favorite musicals, "Les Miz."

The remnants of Sammy & Nick's Family Restaurant, which was gutted by a fire in October 2006, began coming down this week. At age 77, Sammy Canavos, who opened the Hampton restaurant more than 30 years ago, said he's too old to rebuild, and hopes to sell the property.

"I hate to see it come down," Canavos said. "There are a lot of memories there." Razing the building will help Canavos market the West Mercury Boulevard property as an empty, 1.2-acre lot. Canavos still owns a second Sammy & Nick's in Williamsburg.

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