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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
than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor.
Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.”

- Mark Twain
(30 Nov 1835 - 21 Apr 1910)

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 - - Harbor Lights - Guy Lombardo

BONUS #2 - - Harbor Lights - The Platters


"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"...


     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 -      George Helliesen ('61) of MI;

17 - David Jones ('57)!

   Many Happy Returns to You All!


  From Ruth Ann Reece Horace ('67) of FL - 04/09/11, 11:46 PM:


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,

   Thank you, Ruthie - it was my privilege.  Once again you have my sincerest condolences on the loss of your aunt.

    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
Thank you so much, Ray, I really appreciate that!

   I've posted your remarks:


  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! You were a true pioneer.

   I've posted your remarks:


      From Wayne Stokes ('65) of VA - 04/09/11 - " Mrs. Graves &     Mr. Lyeth":

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!!

   Now, Wayne Honey, you know how I love novels! Thanks so much!

   I've posted all your remarks: 




     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.


     Thanks so much, Joyce!

   From Eva Ellis Madagan ('61) of FL - 04/09/11 - "The computer swallowed Grandma":


The computer swallowed grandma.
Yes, honestly it's true!
She pressed 'control' and 'enter'
And disappeared from view.

It devoured her completely,
The thought just makes me squirm.
She must have caught a virus
Or been eaten by a worm.

I've searched through the recycle bin
And files of every kind;
I've even used the Internet,
But nothing did I find.

In desperation, I asked Google,
My searches to refine.
The reply from him was negative,
Not a thing was found 'online.'

So, if inside your 'Inbox,'
My Grandma you should see,
Please 'Copy,''Scan' and 'Paste' her,
And send her back to me.

This is a tribute to all the Grandmas who have been fearless and learned to use the Computer.......

They are the greatest!!!

We do not stop playing because we grow old;
We grow old because we stop playing

NEVER Be The First To Get Old!  

   WILD GIGGLES and AMEN! Thanks, Eva!

  From Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of VA - 04/09/11 - "Update on my surgery":

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?!?

   Thanks so much for the colossal laugh, Joyce - I needed that!




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."


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 ( - 757-249-3800), Betty Hamby Neher ( - 757-898-5099), and Dr. Harry Simpson ( - 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 - 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 - 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 or 757-879-2847 - CLASS OF 1961

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

                                   Love to all, Carol





Carol Buckley Harty

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Harbor Lights

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 - 04/11/11 (sic)

"Harbor Lights" lyrics courtesy of - 04/10/11

"Harbor Lights" Image courtesy of - 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 - 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!

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