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05/24/10 - NNHS Newsletter - Sink the Bismarck!

“We pass alert and cautious o'er your grave
Now three years old. A thousand friends and more
A thousand fathoms deep. I humbly crave
Forgiveness for my tears; my heart is sore.
What blessed hopes would I not now forswear,
Deny my faith, distort the desperate truth,
If, by some miracle, the sounding gear
Could echo up the voices of your youth.
Rage on, ensanquined seas; hurl un your heads
The ancient curse on sailors yet unborn.
Not all the storms in Hell can rock the beds
of Hood's great company. No more I'll mourn
For now we know no sailor ever dies.
We pass right on. 'All's well', her echo cries.”

March 17, 1924 - HMS Hood 1940 -Schlachtschiff Bismarck
- Royal Naval Volunteer Reserve Lieutenant Steegman, 1944 (former Hood crewman)

Dear Friends and Schoolmates,

   Today theme is simply a natural choice for today.

BONUS - - Johnny Horton - Sink the Bismarck!


"Sink the Bismark" (later "Sink the Bismarck") is a song, written by country music singer Johnny Horton and Tillman Franks, based on the pursuit and eventual sinking of the German battleship Bismarck in May 1941, during World War II. Horton released this song in 1960, where it reached #3 on the charts. Bismark is a common misspelling of the German battleship and Otto von Bismarck. The song's title was corrected for later releases of the song. It was inspired by the 1960 movie Sink the Bismarck!. While the song was used in U.S. theater trailers for the film, it was not used in the film itself.



1. Martin "Hank" Henderson (February, '48) of ?? - 05/23/10:

Dear Carol,
Patty gave me your email and informed me that you had an info service of NNHS people.
Are you only with 65 class? I am a member of the 1948 Feb. Class. My name is Martin Henderson and my email is __________________.
Thanks, Hank

    Hi, Hank! I was unable to discern which of the eight or nine Pattys on my subscriber list referred you, but thanks to both of you!

   When the site first appeared online almost ten years ago, I felt extraordinarily presumptive opening such a thing for even my own classmates of the Class of 1965 - and I was only in contact with 20 or 30 of them at the time. At first we expanded it to include the Classes of 1955 to 1966. Then we began having such fun together, we opened it wide up to include all NNHS Classes, plus many from surrounding schools, and occasionally even people who had no prior connection with the Hampton Roads peninsula - or even Virginia - at all. We welcome all such with open arms, and have grown into one big happy Typhoon family.

    Welcome aboard; we look forward to your sharing your memories with us!

   I've added your name along with your classmates on our Alumni Page:


   Happy Birthday today to Zoe Pappas Marcopoulds ('57) AND Betsy Wilson Ellis ('57)!

   Happy Birthday tomorrow to    The late Edna Martin Clemence ('57) (deceased 04 Nov 2009)!

   Happy Birthday this week to:

26 -     Stacy Dorn Davis ('64) of VA;

27 - Mary Johnson Weaver ('57);

29 -   Donna Chadwell Nunemaker ('64) of VA and FL AND   Dee Hodges Bartram ('66) of VA;

30 -   Mickey Spivey ('65) of FL;

31 - Calmet Sawyer ('57) AND    JoAnn Houston Parrott ('61) of NC AND  Edna Whitcomb Harrison ('65) of VA AND Kathy Reece Burke (Warwick HS - '72)!

   Many Happy Returns to You All!


May 23, 1939 - The U.S. Navy submarine USS Squalus sank off the coast of New Hampshire during a test dive, causing the death of 24 sailors and two civilian technicians. The remaining 32 sailors and one civilian naval architect were rescued the following day.

May 23, 1945 - Heinrich Himmler, the head of the SS, committed suicide while in Allied custody.

May 23, 1945 - The Flensburg government under Reichspräsident Karl Dönitz was dissolved when its members were captured and arrested by British forces at Flensburg in Northern Germany.

May 23, 1949 - The Federal Republic of Germany was established and the Basic Law for the Federal Republic of Germany was proclaimed.


May 24, 1941 - In the Battle of the Atlantic, the German Battleship Bismarck sank the then pride of the Royal Navy, HMS Hood. Of the 1,418 crew, only three men (Ted Briggs (1923–2008), Robert Ernest Tilburn (1921–1995) and William John Dundas (1921–1965) survived;[32] they were rescued about two and a half hours after the sinking by the destroyer HMS Electra.

May 24, 1943 - Holocaust: Josef Mengele, known as "the Angel of Death," became the chief medical officer of the Auschwitz concentration camp.

May 24, 1943 - German Admiral Dönitz ordered a halt to sub warfare due to heavy losses to the Axis since March.



Sunday, May 23, 1965 - Film director Tom Tykwer was born in Wuppertal, Germany.

Sunday, May 23, 1965 - Real Madrid footballer Manuel Sanchís Hontiyuelo was born in Madrid, Spain.

Sunday, May 23, 1965 - Baseball player Earl Webb (b. 17 Sept 1897 in White County, Tennessee) died in Jamestown, Tennessee at the age of 67.

Sunday, May 23, 1965 - Film director Tom Tykwer was born in Wuppertal, Germany.

Sunday, May 23, 1965 - Real Madrid Footballer Manuel Sanchís Hontiyuelo was born in Madrid, Spain.

Sunday, May 23, 1965 - Baseball player Earl Webb (b. 17 Sept 1897 in White County, Tennessee) died in Jamestown, Tennessee at the age of 67.

TODAY IN 1965:

Monday, May 24, 1965 - Actor
John C. Reilly was born in Chicago, Illinois.

Monday, May 24, 1965 - Anime director Shinichiro Watanabe (渡辺 信一郎) was born in Kyoto, Japan.

  From Chuck Jones ('66) of Northern VA - 05/22/10 - "Time for a change?":

Let's get organized!

This will take less than thirty seconds to read.  It makes sense.  If you agree, please pass it on.

You are one of my 20-plus.
Subject: An idea whose time has come. 

For too long we have been too complacent about the workings of Congress.  Many citizens had no idea that members of Congress could retire with the same pay after only one term, that they didn't pay into Social Security, that they specifically exempted themselves from many of the laws they have passed (such as being exempt from any fear of prosecution for sexual harassment) while ordinary citizens must live under those laws.  The latest is to exempt themselves from the Health Care Reform that is being considered . . . in all of its forms.  Somehow, that doesn't seem reasonable or logical.  We shouldn't have an elite group that is above (or too good for) the law.  I truly don't care if they are Democrat, Republican, Independent or whatever.  The self-serving must stop.  This might be a good way to get it accomplished, or at least get the ball rolling.  It is an idea whose time has come.
Ask everyone on your address list to contact a minimum of 20 people on his or her address list and, in turn, ask each of those to do the same.  In about three days most people in these great
United States of America will have received the message.  This is one proposal that really should be shared.
Proposed 28th Amendment to the  United States  Constitution:
"Congress shall make no law that applies to the citizens of the United States that does not apply equally to the Senators and/or Representatives; and, Congress shall make no law that applies to the Senators and/or Representatives that does not apply equally to the citizens of the United States".

   Thank so much, Chuck!

       From My Cousin, Cheryl White Wilson (John Marshall HS - '64) of VA - 05/22/10 - "TECHNOLOGY for country folk":

This is a good laugh for old and not so old folk! Think about it, where would these words have come from if it weren't for country folk?

   WILD GIGGLES! Thanks, Cheryl!

  From Patti Johnson Stowe ('62) of FL - 05/23/10 - "Secrets Of Growing Old ......":

I think this is beautiful and for the "not so old" also.


   Thank you so much, Patti! I tried for some time to convert this beautiful power point show into a usable form for the Newsletter,.  I ran several phrases though Google and You Tube to no avail.  Finally, I just copied the words (with my two-fingered typing "skills") from seven of the 17 slides (admittedly losing much of the good advice), and added a link to a cool animated version of the Starry, Starry Night soundtrack:

   Secrets Of Growing Old ...... For All My Friends - Young and Old

To all retired friends -
Secrets of Life in Six Words:
Before Middle age: DO NOT FEAR! After Middle Age: DO NOT REGRET!
Enjoy your life while you can.
Do not wait until you cannot even walk just to be sorry and to regret!
As long as it is physically possible, visit places you want to see.
When there is an opportunity, get together with old classmates, old colleagues, and old friends.
The gathering is not just about eating; it's just that there is not much time left!


Bless You!


      From My Niece, Shari, of VA - 05/23/10 - "Bring Me Back A Rock":

Bring Me Back a Rock

BY: Adrienne C. Reynolds

Man is harder than rock and more fragile than an egg.
~Yugoslav Proverb

Seven years have gone by now, yet in my mind's eye I can still vividly recall every detail as if it happened yesterday. Your small round face, never quite clean enough, stringy blond bangs hanging over sad brown eyes. Clothes always wrinkled and too small on your bony shoulders, and sockless feet inside worn-out sneakers with no shoelaces. You maintained an almost invisible identity, always fearful of others who whispered as you walked by and nicknamed you "rag muffin."

Having a daughter your exact age made my heart ache for you even more. What if I couldn't afford the things for my little girl that your parents couldn't provide for you and your five brothers and sisters? I wanted to do something to help but I didn't know how or what I could do. Besides, I was just your teacher. And then from out of nowhere it hit me -- that's what I can do. Along with teaching you reading and math and spelling, I'll teach you some everyday skills that might improve the quality of your life and other people's perception of you.

First I had to reverse your self-induced disappearing act and make you visible again. Others needed to see the real you, a seven-year-old boy who didn't always behave himself but who always said he was sorry when he didn't. I brought to school a grooming bag complete with soap, towel, comb, toothbrush and toothpaste and discretely sent you to the boys' room every morning to get cleaned up. I appealed to my friends who had little boys to give me their hand-me-down clothes and shoes. Sneaking crackers into your backpack for snack time and secretly paying for you to have "doubles" in the school cafeteria became everyday rituals.

Our classroom became your home away from home, your safe haven, a place where you could escape and be a child, at least for a little while. Then at 3:00 PM the dismissal bell would ring. And like the midnight gong that interrupted Cinderella's dance at the ball, I gave you a goodbye hug and smile and sent you back to your world. The world where, hopefully unlike what happened to Cinderella, I prayed you wouldn't change back into a ragamuffin.

I worried about you all the time, even on the weekends. I remember one cool, crisp North Carolina Saturday morning, right before the weather turned cold; my daughter and I went out shopping for her new winter coat. This was an annual battle we had engaged in since she was four years old. For me the perfect winter coat had to be long and wool and thick enough to shield her from the winds that got bitter cold from the months of December to March. An attached hood would also be nice, since leaving home wearing a cap didn't necessarily mean she'd come home with it.

In her eyes, the perfect winter coat had only requirement. It had to be pink. After many hours and hundreds of try-ons we finally found a coat we could both agree on. It was long, thick, hooded, and yes, it was pink.

Filled with a sense of accomplishment, all I wanted to do was pay for the coat and hurry home to curl up on the couch with a good girly movie or book. Instead, for reasons beyond my understanding, I grabbed the pink coat in one hand and my daughter's hand in the other and said, "Now we have to go to the boys department and buy a coat for Johnnie."

That's what life was like for us during the two years I was your teacher. But it was worth it. Things were definitely looking up for you. You gained weight, you smiled more and you even began to risk raising your hand in class to answer questions. You trusted me enough to know I would always lead you to the correct answer. But your trust in others was still a little shaky and it was time to fix that, especially since you would be promoted to the next grade and you weren't going to be my student next year.

I began to plan partner projects and group activities that required you to communicate with your classmates and work as a team. At first, you refused to work with anyone else but me and you even got mad at me when I insisted you work with someone else. But with a lot of time and a lot of coaxing you eventually started to relax and have trust in your peers.

That is until one cool breezy fall day in November, the last school day before the Thanksgiving holiday. The classroom buzzed with the electricity of children hardly able to contain their excitement. All they could think about were the intriguing adventures awaiting them over the holiday. By afternoon, with only one more hour of school, no one was in the mood for learning. So I ditched the video of The First Thanksgiving, which they had seen every November since kindergarten, and instead decided to have a sharing time where everyone got a chance to tell about their plans for the upcoming holiday.

You sat in your usual place, right next to me, and listened while your peers told about cruises to the Bahamas, trips to Disneyland and visits to Grandma in New York and other faraway places. With no one else left to share, I turned to you and asked, "Johnnie, would you like to tell us what you're doing over the Thanksgiving holiday?"

"Yes," you said proudly. "I'm going to Kernersville to visit my aunt." The words were barely out of your mouth when the class erupted with laughter. Everyone knew Kernersville, about twenty minutes outside of Winston-Salem, was nowhere special to go. You froze in embarrassment and began to retreat back inside yourself.

I rushed to your rescue, "REALLY!" I yelled out over the laughter. "Would you bring me back a-a-a rock," I stuttered. "I could really use a nice rock." The room became perfectly still with an uncomfortable silence as you silently nodded, "Yes, Mrs. Reynolds."

Thanksgiving break, like all vacations, ended much too soon. Children returned to school with stories, pictures and items to share, each child trying to outdo the other with tall tales and embellished stories. This time I knew better than to put the spotlight on you and ask you to share, but without warning you stood up and began to slowly walk to the front of the room. The shock and fear I felt for you made me hold my breath so hard, I believe my heart actually skipped a beat. For a moment you just stood there looking down at your feet and then without saying a word, you reached into your coat pocket and pulled out a rock. A rock washed and polished until it shined like a new penny, a rock just small enough for two tiny trembling hands to hold. A rock that neither you nor I could possibly know would change our hearts forever.

The entire class silently awaited my reaction. They were obviously confused and taking their cues from me on how to react. "WOW!" I said, reaching out with the kind of hands used to hold a newborn infant or something priceless and delicate. "It's absolutely perfect. This is exactly the kind of rock I was hoping for. Please tell us all about it."

Hesitantly, you began to tell about the rock -- where you found it -- why you chose it. With every word, your voice grew stronger and your stance grew taller. At long last, all eyes and ears belonged to you. At the conclusion of your share, classmates applauded with enthusiasm and someone yelled out, "Johnnie, YOU ROCK." I watched you like a proud mother bird watches her baby bird take flight for the very first time. I knew it was time to let you go.

Finally, you had found your wings and it was time for you to soar.

Needless to say I received many rocks that year. So many that we began a classroom rock collection. Some rocks came from volcanic mountains and underground canyons. Other rocks came from local restaurants or a relative's backyard. Every rock had a story and earned another pushpin on the map. By the end of the school year the class had collected nearly fifty rocks and had learned more about the world and themselves than any number of books could have ever taught them. Students from other classrooms came to know us as the rock experts and you, Johnnie, you were the rock master.

As fate would have it, your family moved away that summer and left no forwarding address. So I never got to see you again or say goodbye. But the rock tradition continues. Every year I tell the story of "bring me back a rock" to my new class of students. I tell them that all rocks from previous class collections are boxed up and put away except for the rock inside this clear plastic cube. This rock has a permanent place on my desk and in my heart. As I hold up the rock I explain that it may look ordinary and insignificant but it's by far the most precious rock of them all. This rock represents love, courage and acceptance of others. It is the very rock that started it all and it was given to me by someone who will always be near and dear to my heart.

Thanks, Johnnie, and wherever you are, "bring me back a rock."

   Thank you, Shari!



  From Jane Chambers of VA - 07/01/09 AND 02/07/10 - "CNC BOOK BROCHURE & AD" AND 61-62 DECADERS ADDENDA:

   Contact Dr. Chambers at

   Thanks, Jane!



From ArcaMax Jokes - 05/23/10:

While getting dressed one morning, I decided I'd been spending too much time on the computer, when I caught myself checking the lower right corner of my makeup mirror to see what time it was.


They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. As a plumber, I'm delighted to see all these teenagers wearing low-rider jeans.


How long will it be until American universities learn that in most fields, their diplomas are now quite literally not worth the paper they are written on? 

1. Saturday, June 12, 2010 - George Wythe Schools Closing Celebration. Contact Glory Gill (Wythe school nurse) at 727-2965 / with any questions or to contribute old memories - OPEN TO PUBLIC

2. Friday and Saturday, August 6 and 7, 2010 - The NNHS Class of 1970 will hold its 40-Year Reunion. Saturday night will be at the Kiln Creek Golf & Country Club. For details, contact Carol Comer Cutler at or visit the reunion website at - CLASS OF 1970

3. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, August 6, 7, and 8, 2010 - The NNHS Class of 1960 will hold its 50-Year Reunion at the Marriott Newport News at City Center. For details, contact Karen Weinstein Witte at - CLASS OF 1960

4. Saturday, October 9, 2010 - The NNHS Class of 1963 will celebrate their 65th Birthdays at a Party on Saturday, October 9, 2010 at the Virginia Power Clubhouse, 1701 Waterview, Yorktown, VA from 5:00 PM to 10:00 PM. For details, contact Susie Overton Jones at - CLASS OF 1963

5. Friday and Saturday, October 15 and 16, 2010 - The NNHS Class of 1965 will hold its 45-Year Reunion. For details, contact Dave Arnold at - OPEN TO ALL CLASSES, HOSTED BY THE CLASS OF 1965

6. Saturday, April 30, 2011 - The NNHS Class of 1954 will have a LUNCHEON. Mickey Marcella (757) 249-3800, Betty Hamby Neher, (757) 898-5099 and Dr. Harry Simpson (804) 694-0346 will be the team leaders. - CLASS OF 1954

7. Saturday, July 9, 2011 (6:30 PM - 11:30 PM) - The Class of 1971 will hold its 40-Year Reunion at Point Plaza Suites and Conference Hotel, 950 J. Clyde Morris Boulevard, Newport News. For details, contact Richard Rawls at: - CLASS OF 1971

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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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Sink the Bismarck

Written by Johnny Horton (30 Apr 1925 - 05 Nov 1960) and Tillman Franks (29 Sept 1920 – 26 Oct 2006)

Recorded by
Johnny Horton, 1960
(30 Apr 1925 - 05 Nov 1960)

In May of nineteen forty-one the war had just begun
The Germans had the biggest ship that had the biggest guns
The Bismarck was the fastest ship that ever sailed the seas
On her deck were guns as big as steers and shells as big as trees

Out of the cold and foggy night came the British ship the Hood
And ev'ry British seaman, he knew and understood
They had to sink the Bismarck, the terror of the sea
Stop those guns as big as steers and those shells as big as trees

We'll find that German battleship that's makin' such a fuss
We gotta sink the Bismarck 'cause the world depends on us
Hit the decks a-runnin' boys and spin those guns around
When we find the Bismarck we gotta cut her down

The Hood found the Bismarck and on that fatal day
The Bismarck started firin' fifteen miles away
We gotta sink the Bismarck was the battle sound
But when the smoke had cleared away
The mighty Hood went down

For six long days and weary nights they tried to find her trail
Churchill told the people "Put ev'ry ship a-sail"
'Cause somewhere on that ocean I know she's gotta be
We gotta sink the Bismarck to the bottom of the sea

We'll find that German battleship that's makin' such a fuss
We gotta sink the Bismarck 'cause the world depends on us
Hit the decks a-runnin' boys and spin those guns around
When we find the Bismarck we gotta cut her down

The fog was gone on the seventh day and they saw the mornin' sun
Ten hours away from homeland the Bismarck made its' run
The admiral of the British fleet said "Turn those bows around"
We found that German battleship and we're gonna cut her down

The British guns were aimed and the shells were comin' fast
The first shell hit the Bismarck, they knew she couldn't last
That mighty German battleship is just a memory
"Sink the Bismarck" was the battle cry that shook the seven seas

We found that German battleship was makin' such a fuss
We had to sink the Bismarck 'cause the world depends on us
We hit the decks a-runnin' and we spun those guns around
Yeah, we found the mighty Bismarck and then we cut her down

We found that German battleship was makin' such a fuss
We had to sink the Bismarck 'cause the world depends on us
We hit the decks a-runnin' and we spun those guns around
We found the mighty Bismarck and then we cut her down

"Sink the Bismarck" midi courtesy of - 05/24/10

"Sink the Bismarck" lyrics courtesy of - 05/24/10

Image (03/17/24) of HMS Hood courtesy of - 05/24/10

Image (1940) of Schlachtschiff Bismarck courtesy of - 05/24/10

Aqua Divider Line clip art courtesy of - 06/01/04

Animated "NEW" clip art courtesy of - 03/07/06

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!!

John Marshall High School's Justice Scale clip art courtesy of Cheryl White Wilson (JMHS - '64) of VA - 10/13/05 (replaced 02/23/09)
Thanks, Cheryl!

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