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Dear Friends and Schoolmates,  

   We have more sad news today.     Lorraine Jones Bailey, Class of 1956, sister of Roberta Jones Cardwell of VA, passed away in York County on Monday, February 29, 2016 at the age of 77.

From the Daily Press - 03/02/16:   

Lorraine Jones Bailey       YORK COUNTY - Lorraine Jones Bailey, 77, passed away on Monday, February 29, 2016. She was a Newport News native and lifelong Peninsula resident. Lorraine worked for many years at Tire City, and retired as Bookkeeper from Cardwell Printing in 2000 with 10 years of service. She was an avid NASCAR Fan. She is survived by her son, Mark Bailey (Diane) of Yorktown; her daughters, Beverly Mallard (Mike) of Chesapeake, and Brenda Bailey Beggs (Sam) of Williamsburg; her sister, Roberta Cardwell of Newport News; 8 grandchildren; and 3 great-grandchildren.         A Memorial Service will take place at 11:00 a.m., Saturday, March 5, 2016 at Weymouth Funeral Home. The family will receive friends following the service. Arrangements are by Weymouth Funeral Home. View and post condolences on our online guestbook at dailypress.com/guestbooks. Published in Daily Press on March 2, 2016.   View Guest Book

   Our deepest sympathies are extended to Lorraine's family and friends at this difficult time.

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  Y'all take good care of each other!  TYPHOONS FOREVER! We'll Always Have Buckroe!

                          Love to all, Carol

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Carol Buckley Harty
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Words by Sarah Flower Adams (22 Feb 1805 - 14 Aug 1848), based loosely on Genesis 28:11–19,^[1], 1841
Music (Bethany) by Lowell Mason (08 Jan 1792 – 11 Aug 1872), 1856

Nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!
E'en though it be a cross that raiseth me,
still all my song shall be,
nearer, my God, to thee;
nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!

Though like the wanderer, the sun gone down,
darkness be over me, my rest a stone;
yet in my dreams I'd be
nearer, my God, to thee;
nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!

There let the way appear, steps unto heaven;
all that thou sendest me, in mercy given;
angels to beckon me
nearer, my God, to thee;
nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!

Then, with my waking thoughts bright with thy praise,
out of my stony griefs Bethel I'll raise;
so by my woes to be
nearer, my God, to thee;
nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!

Or if, on joyful wing cleaving the sky,
sun, moon, and stars forgot, upward I fly,
still all my song shall be,
nearer, my God, to thee;
nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!