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04/10/11 - NNHS Newsletter - Harbor Lights
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you
didn't do -
Mark Twain |
Dear Friends and Schoolmates,
Today's theme song comes to you
via my Magic Shower. It seems to prefer the real golden oldies.
BONUS #1 - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3HC0GDQtOAc - Harbor Lights - Guy Lombardo
BONUS #2 - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ky_iVe9sjf4 - Harbor Lights - The Platters
From http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harbor_Lights:
| "Harbor Lights" is a
popular song by Hugh Williams (pseudonym for
Will Grosz) with lyrics by
Jimmy Kennedy.
This song was originally sung by
Frances Langford
in
1937[1]
and was published again in
1950. The song has been recorded by many artists; charting versions were recorded by Sammy Kaye, Guy Lombardo, Bing Crosby, Ray Anthony, Ralph Flanagan, Elvis Presley, The Platters (peaking at #8 on the Billboard charts in 1960), and Ken Griffin. Other versions were recorded by Willie Nelson, Vera Lynn, The Ink Spots and Jon Rauhouse. It was recorded in Polish by Irena Santor as "Portowe Światła"... |
THIS WEEK'S BIRTHDAYS:
Happy Birthday today to
Dale Parsons, Sr. (June '48) of VA
AND
Skip Wood ('65) of NC!
Happy Birthday tomorrow to
Brownie Shaffer Haracivet ('62)
of VA
AND
Susan Avent Hill ('66) of VA
AND
Kathy Cooper ('70) of VA!
Happy Birthday this week to:
12 -
Harvey Weinstein ('57)
AND
Richard Rawls ('71) of VA;
13 -
Gil Hughes ('64)!;
14 -
Linda DeShazo Hatchett (’65) of VA;
15 -
17 - David Jones ('57)!
Many Happy Returns to You All!
THIS DAY IN THE WAR BETWEEN THE STATES:
http://www.civilwarinteractive.com/This%20Day/thisday0410.htm
From Ruth Ann Reece Horace ('67) of FL - 04/09/11, 11:46 PM:
| Carol, Thank you so much for the memorial to my Aunt Alice Cutchins. It means a lot to me. She was a wonderful lady and had a smile that would light up a room when she came in. She will be missed greatly. I am unable to go to Virginia at this time as I am taking care of my daughter who just had surgery on her foot. She is doing well but has to stay off it and that is hard for an RN used to the fast pace of the ICU and an active single girl's life. Thanks again for all you do, Love ya, Ruthie
Thank you,
Ruthie - it was my privilege. Once again you
have my sincerest condolences on the loss of your aunt.
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From Ray Barnes ('65) of VA - 04/09/11 - "thanks":
| Hi Carol, I really appreciate your hard work on the newsletter. The whole website must be a labor of love for you..... I remember 
Curtis Fooks
(Warwick HS - '58) because of one
particular incident: he arm wrestled
Stanley Binder, a NNHS student ('62), on a desk (the teacher's desk,
as I recall), in the classroom no less. I had to leave before the
contest was over. Mr. Fooks was very strong. I believe that he had been
a wrestler at Emory and Henry.
Stanley Binder was equally strong. Both were red-faced from the
exertion. Neither man got into any kind of trouble over this, so far as
I know. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that Mr. Fooks lives in
Roanoke, not five minutes from my front door. Maybe I'll email him to
see who won the match. I remember why he engaged Stanley in this battle
of wills, but I decline to share that with you.I also have a memory of 
Jen
Lou Pully. I was in her U.S. History class when the announcement
came over the p.a. system about the death of
JFK. Mrs. Pully cried and cried.
I'll never forget it. Just like it happened yesterday. What a warm,
gracious person she was. A wonderful teacher!I'm very grateful that you have taken it upon yourself to make these newsletters happen. Best regards, Ray Barnes I've posted your remarks: http://nnhs65.com/SITE-MAP.html http://nnhs65.com/faculty.html http://www.nnhs65.com/teachers.html |
From Domi O'Brien ('64) of NH -
04/09/11 - "
Mr. Lyeth":
| I remember Mr. Lyeth. When I
was at NNHS,
I was the only female in drafting class.
Domi O'Brien, NNHS '64
Thanks,
Domi!
I've posted your remarks: http://nnhs65.com/SITE-MAP.html http://nnhs65.com/faculty.html |
From
Wayne
Stokes ('65) of VA -
04/09/11 - "
Mrs. Graves &
Mr. Lyeth":
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CBD,
Late to read the recent issues of
the newsletter makes me late to respond. That's kind of obvious--but
better safe than sorry!!:-) Your memory is still intact even with
the advancing years--I've noticed that all my classmates are getting
older--just don't understand it? Ok, just kidding and playing with
fire!!
I had the pleasure of having Mrs.
Graves as my teacher of Algebra 4 in the second semester of the 9th
grade--remember the fun of Algorithms??. As
Glenn (Dye
- '60 - of TX) correctly noted, bless her heart, she did wear
glasses that looked like Coke bottle bottoms and then had clip-ons over
them! The poor woman had to be legally blind, but she kept at it!!
And as
Ray (Barnes - '65 - of VA)
put it, at our age at that time she did appear 90 years old--that's
bad, really bad, but true! My story I remember well to this day--as
you so well noted. The past is not what gives my memory trouble,
it's last week.
She had been out sick for awhile
and the substitute we had in that class moved along at a good
clip--we covered a lot of ground in Mrs. Graves' absence. Finally,
she returned and on her first day back instructed us to turn to a
certain chapter to begin our work--one that we had already covered
along with a couple more. The rest of the class looked my way to say
something--knowing I was the only idiot that would say anything to
her. I raised my hand, and called out her name--you had to do that
so that she would be able to locate your vicinity. Anyway, I said
Mrs. Graves, we've already covered that chapter with the substitute
and...that was as far as I got! Then she nailed me.
I had evidently struck a nerve,
because she said: how dare you to tell me how to run my class and
something to the effect that she had been teaching for more years
than I was alive--she didn't take my help well. Once the verbal
assault was over, she said you go up to
Mr.
Keesee's office and tell him I sent you!! I still don't
think she knew who it was she was sending? I being the good student
I was (yeah, right!) I set out to Mr. Keesee's office--knocking on
the side of his open door when I arrived, he said, "What is it,
Stokes?" I said Mrs. Graves had sent me to him--what happened, he
asked-- I relayed the story and he said, and I still remember this,
"You know how she is, just don't say anything. She'll eventually
figure it out." The he asked what my next class was--it was
lunch-and said don't go back there today and take an early
lunch--and try to stay out of trouble!!
That's it!!
In answer to Ray's question
regarding Mr. Lyeth--I took
drafting under him in that same semester--at the time I had
absolutely no concept of drafting or what was hidden under the
streets or in the walls and was beyond a bad drafting student!!
Today I know. To my good fortune, Mr. Lyeth was a
basketball fan and close follower
of our NNHS teams. So, he struck a
deal with me if would continue to play basketball--NO problem--and
never take drafting again--NO problem--I would "pass" the semester.
Yep, athletes did get some breaks--surprised? Don't be!!
I also remember whenever the
SPD would have a car wash, he
always came and paid more than we asked--I liked him, not because of
that--but because he was really a nice man.
Sorry for the novel--but there
you have it!!
TC!
"R"
Now,
Wayne Honey, you know how I love novels!
I've posted all your remarks: http://nnhs65.com/SITE-MAP.html http://nnhs65.com/faculty.html http://www.nnhs65.com/teachers.html http://www.nnhs65.com/teach-Graves.html |
From
Me
('65) of IL - 04/10/11 - "Speaking of Teachers..."
I personally would
dearly love to contact my homeroom teacher during my final two years at
NNHS,
Mrs.
Janet Kessler (Warwick - '57). She was such fun and so
patient with me - especially during my senior year as I came sliding
into homeroom just as the final bell was ringing. She called me
her "problem child". I do not know her maiden name, but,
 
John (London
- Warwick HS - '57 - of VA)
Darlin', she was one of your
classmates. Can you recognize her from this?? Maybe you've
seen her at your reunions recently??? Yes?!?
 |
From Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of
VA - 04/09/11 - "It's What You Scatter":
| It's What You Scatter I was at the corner grocery store buying some early potatoes. I noticed a small boy, delicate of bone and feature, ragged but clean, hungrily apprising a basket of freshly picked green peas. I paid for my potatoes, but was also drawn to the display of fresh green peas. I am a pushover for creamed peas and new potatoes. Pondering the peas, I couldn't help overhearing the conversation between Mr. Miller (the store owner) and the ragged boy next to me. "Hello Barry, how are you today?" "H'lo, Mr. Miller. Fine, thank ya. Jus' admirin' them peas. They sure look good." "They are good, Barry. How's your Ma?" "Fine. Gittin' stronger alla' time." "Good. Anything I can help you with?" "No, Sir. Jus' admirin' them peas." "Would you like take some home?" asked Mr. Miller. "No, Sir. Got nuthin' to pay for 'em with." "Well, what have you to trade me for some of those peas?" "All I got's my prize marble here." "Is that right? Let me see it" said Miller. "Here 'tis. She's a dandy." "I can see that. Hmmmmm, only thing is this one is blue and I sort of go for red. Do you have a red one like this at home?" the store owner asked. "Not zackley, but almost." "Tell you what. Take this sack of peas home with you and next trip this way let me look at that red marble", Mr. Miller told the boy. "Sure will. Thanks Mr. Miller.." Mrs. Miller, who had been standing nearby, came over to help me. With a smile said, "There are two other boys like him in our community, all three are in very poor circumstances. Jim just loves to bargain with them for peas, apples, tomatoes, or whatever. When they come back with their red marbles, and they always do, he decides he doesn't like red after all and he sends them home with a bag of produce for a green marble or an orange one, when they come on their next trip to the store." I left the store smiling to myself, impressed with this man. A short time later I moved to Colorado, but I never forgot the story of this man, the boys, and their bartering for marbles. Several years went by, each more rapid than the previous one. Just recently I had occasion to visit some old friends in that Idaho community and while I was there learned that Mr. Miller had died. They were having his visitation that evening and knowing my friends wanted to go, I agreed to accompany them. Upon arrival at the mortuary we fell into line to meet the relatives of the deceased and to offer whatever words of comfort we could. Ahead of us in line were three young men. One was in an army uniform and the other two wore nice haircuts, dark suits and white shirts...all very professional looking. They approached Mrs. Miller, standing composed and smiling by her husband's casket. Each of the young men hugged her, kissed her on the cheek, spoke briefly with her, and moved on to the casket. Her misty light blue eyes followed them as, one by one, each young man stopped briefly and placed his own warm hand over the cold pale hand in the casket. Each left the mortuary awkwardly, wiping his eyes. Our turn came to meet Mrs. Miller. I told her who I was and reminded her of the story from those many years ago and what she had told me about her husband's bartering for marbles. With her eyes glistening, she took my hand and led me to the casket. "Those three young men who just left were the boys I told you about. They just told me how they appreciated the things Jim 'traded' them. Now, at last, when Jim could not change his mind about color or size....they came to pay their debt.." "We've never had a great deal of the wealth of this world," she confided, "but right now, Jim would consider himself the richest man in Idaho " With loving gentleness she lifted the lifeless fingers of her deceased husband. Resting underneath were three exquisitely shined red marbles. The Moral: We will not be remembered by our words, but by our kind deeds. Life is not measured by the breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath. Today I wish you a day of ordinary miracles ~ A fresh pot of coffee you didn't make yourself. An unexpected phone call from an old friend. Green stoplights on your way to work. The fastest line at the grocery store. A good sing-along song on the radio. Your keys found right where you left them. ..... IT'S NOT WHAT YOU GATHER, BUT WHAT YOU SCATTER THAT TELLS WHAT KIND OF LIFE YOU HAVE LIVED!
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From Eva Ellis Madagan ('61) of FL -
04/09/11 - "The computer swallowed Grandma":
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THE COMPUTER
SWALLOWED GRANDMA |
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From Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of
VA - 04/09/11 - "Update on my surgery":
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Dear Family
and Friends,
Most of you know I went in for a surgical procedure for a Butt Lift at the WalMart Medical Center. I didn't have the most pleasant experience. I should've left well enough alone. I wanted to show you how it turned out. I hope this keeps YOU from having this done.
.
Please,
PLEASE,
PLEASE.
.....
don't get
a Butt Lift at Wal Mart.
You will
most certainly regret it
!!!
Joyce, I wasn't even in a
very good mood when I first opened this, yet I couldn't stop laughing
out loud! Seeing it again now as I post it, it's having the exact same
effect on me. This is why I keep saying that there are just not enough
full-length mirrors in the world. Surely people can't possibly
knowingly go out in public looking the way they often do - can they?!?
|
FINALLY:
From http://www.cleanjokes4u.com/:
| Complaining: A customer was bothering the waiter in a restaurant. First, he asked that the air conditioning be turned up because he was too hot, then he asked it be turned down cause he was too cold, and so on for about half an hour. Surprisingly, the waiter was very patient; he walked back and forth and never once got angry. So finally, a second customer asked him why he didn't throw out the pest. "Oh, I really don't care or mind," said the waiter with a smile. "We don't even have an air conditioner." |
DATES TO REMEMBER:
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1.
Wednesday,
April 13, 2011 - The NNHS Class of June 1942 meets at noon on the second
Wednesday of every other month for a Dutch treat lunch at the James
River Country Club, 1500 Country Club Road. PLEASE JOIN THEM. Give or
take a few years makes no difference. Good conversation, food and
atmosphere. For details, call Jennings Bryan at 803-7701 for
reservations. 2. Saturday, April 30, 2011 - The NNHS Class will have a Luncheon. Team Leaders are Mickey Marcella (mcmiceli@verizon.net - 757-249-3800), Betty Hamby Neher (bjneher@cox.net - 757-898-5099), and Dr. Harry Simpson (hdsdds@aol.com - 804-694-0346). - CLASS OF 1954 3. Thursday, May 5, 2011 - The NNHS Class of 1955 holds Lunch Bunch gatherings on the first Thursday of every month at Steve & John's Steak House on Jefferson Avenue just above Denbigh Boulevard in Newport News at 11:00 AM. The luncheon is not limited to just the Class of '55; if you have friends in that year, go visit with them. 4. Saturday, July 9, 2011 (6:30 PM to 11:30 PM) - The Class of 1971 will hold its 40-Year Reunion at Newport News Marriott at City Center, 740 Town Center Drive, Newport News. For details, contact Richard Rawls at Richard@Rawls.com - CLASS OF 1971 5. Saturday, August 20, 2011 - The Class of 1966 will hold its 45-Year Reunion at the Warwick Yacht Club, Newport News. Further details will be available soon from Dee Hodges Bartram at dhbartram@cox.net - CLASS OF 1966 6. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, August 26, 27, and 28, 2011 - The Class of 1961 will hold its 50-Year Reunion. - For details, contact Gary Fitzgerald at Fitz43@cox.net or 757-879-2847 - CLASS OF 1961 |
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http://www.nnhs65.com/requests-prayers.html - updated 04/08/11 |
BLOG: http://nnhs.wordpress.com/ - updated 03/13/11 |
Y'all take care of each other! TYPHOONS FOREVER! We'll Always Have Buckroe!
Love to all, Carol
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Carol Buckley
Harty 915-780-3048 |
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Music by Will Grosz (a.k.a. Hugh Williams) (11 Aug 1894 – 10 Dec 1939), 1937
Lyrics by Jimmy Kennedy (20 July 1902 – 06 Apr 1984), 1937
I saw the harbor lights
They only told me we were parting
The same old harbor lights that once brought you to me
I watched the harbor lights
How could I help if tears were starting
Goodbye to tender nights beside the silv'ry sea
I long to hold you near and kiss you just once more
But you were on the ship and I was on the shore
Now I know lonely nights
For all the while my heart is whisp'ring
Some other harbor lights will steal your love from me
I long to hold you near and kiss you just once more
But you were on the ship and I was on the shore
Now I know lonely nights
For all the while my heart is whisp'ring
Some other harbor lights will steal your love from me
"Harbor Lights" midi (sequenced by Sal Grippaldi) courtesy of http://smickandsmudew.com/lyrics/hlights.htm - 04/11/11 (sic)
"Harbor Lights" lyrics courtesy of http://www.oldielyrics.com/lyrics/the_platters/harbour_lights.html - 04/10/11
"Harbor Lights" Image courtesy of http://www.wallpapercube.com/harbor-lights-wallpapers_w3723.html - 04/10/11
Animated Tiny
Birthday Cake clip art courtesy of Sarah Puckett Kressaty ('65) of VA - 08/31/05
Thanks, Sarah Sugah!
Marine Corps Seal clip art
courtesy of the late
Herbert Hice of MI
- one of my
Famous Marines who served in the South
Pacific during WWII.
Thanks again, Herbie!!
Air Force Seal clip art courtesy of http://www1.va.gov/opa/feature/celebrate/milsongs.htm - 07/07/06
Animated Kissing Smiley clip art
courtesy of my friend, Judy Bundy Bowermaster (Litchfield HS, IL - '59), of IL - 09/19/08
Thanks, Judy!
Animated BOO-HOO
courtesy of Glenn Dye ('60) of TX - 08/28/09
Thanks, Glenn!
Animated
Rolling on the Floor
Laughing Smiley clip art courtesy of Jerry ('65) and Judy Phillips ('66) Allen
of VA - 08/13/10
Thanks, Sweetie-Pies!
