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07/10/09 - NNHS Newsletter - Blue

“Whenever I feel blue, I start breathing again.”

- L. Frank Baum
(15 May 1856 - 06 May 1919)

Dear Friends and Schoolmates,  

   I'm not sure just why we've never run this song before.....

BONUS - - Blue - LeAnn Rimes, 1996


   The Summer of 1969 seems to have been an especially momentous one across the world, which might be interesting to recall now. I meant to have begun this feature several days or weeks ago, but you know what a cuckoo brain I am.....

Thursday, July 10, 1969 - Donald Crowhurst's trimaran Teignmouth Electron was found drifting and unoccupied. It was assumed that Crowhurst might have committed suicide.

   And to go back a few days:

Tuesday, July 1, 1969 - The Investiture of Prince Charles (b. 14 Nov 1948) as the 21st Prince of Wales took place in Caernarfon Castle in front of 4,000 guests. - -

Thursday, July 3, 1969 - Rolling Stone Brian Jones (b. 28 Feb 1942) was discovered motionless at the bottom of his swimming pool at Cotchford Farm. The coroner's report stated "Death by misadventure", and noted his liver and heart were heavily enlarged by drug and alcohol abuse. -

Friday, July 4, 1969 - On Independence Day, the Zodiac Killer struck. A man approached a car parked at a golf course in Vallejo, CA and opened fire on the people inside. Darlene Ferrin, 22, was killed. Her companion, 19-year-old Michael Mageau, survived. -

Saturday, July 5, 1969 - The Rolling Stones gave a free concert for 250.000 fans in London's Hyde Park. It was intended to introduce new guitarist Mick Taylor, but since the death of Brian Jones, the concert became a tribute.

Saturday, July 5, 1969 - Rod Laver (b. 09 Aug 1938) became the first man to win four Wimbledon tennis titles.

Saturday, July 5, 1969 - Actor Ben Alexander (b. 26 May 1911) died in Hollywood, CA at the age of 58 of natural causes.

Saturday, July 5, 1969 - Architect Walter Gropius (b. 18 May 1883), founder of the Bauhaus school of design, died in Boston, MA at the age of 86.

Saturday, July 5, 1969 - Kenyan economics minister Tom Mboya (b. 15 Aug 1930) was assassinated in Nairobi, Kenya at the age of 38. -

Monday, July 7, 1969 - Canada's House of Commons gave final approval to a measure making the French language equal to English throughout the national government. This was known (naturally enough) as the Official Languages Act. -

Tuesday, July 8, 1969 - The withdrawal of American troops from Vietnam began as 800 men from the 9th Infantry Division are sent home. President Richard M. Nixon began the pull-out even while Secretary of State Henry Kissinger was still negotiating terms for ending the war - a sign of how unpopular the was had become with the American public. - -

Wednesday, July 9, 1969 - New York Mets pitcher Tom Seaver's (b. 17 Nov 1944) no-hit bid against the Chicago Cubs ended with 1 out in 9th at New York's Shea Stadium before a crowd of over 59,000.


  Happy Birthday tomorrow to  Bobby Maddy ('57) AND POSSIBLY      Aretie Gallins Patterson's ('59) of TN)!

  Happy Birthday this week to:

13 - James Stidham ('57);

17 - Marilyn Payne Springfield ('66) of VA AND        My Oldest Granddaughter, Elizabeth Harty (Collinsville HS, IL - '12) of IL!

   Many Happy Returns, One and All!

      From Bill Lee (Warwick HS - '54) of NC - 07/09/09 - "Another kudo for Mary and Nick (Matthews)":


I'd like to augment the already impressive story of Mary and Nick's generosity, as related by       Dave Arnold ('65 - of VA) on 9 July. May I ask you to add the following?

In the 1960s when I was a member, the York County Volunteer Fire Department depended heavily on citizen contributions to augment the county's limited funds. In essence, the county funded day-to-day operations; the volunteers had to solicit funds whenever a new ambulance or fire truck was needed. Mary and Nick were always amongst those that gave generously.

In addition, each year the volunteer organization had an annual banquet for members and their wives. Those banquets were held at   Nick's Seafood Pavilion. Each year, the entire event was paid for by Mary and Nick, in appreciation of our service to the community. 

But their generosity did not include alcoholic beverages. Nick always delighted, year after year, in telling us that he didn't want 'his' firemen to get drunk and be unable to save his restaurant, if it caught fire!

Bill Lee

   Oh, what a charming story! Thanks, Bill! I've added your comments to the Nick's Seafood Pavilion page:


  From Cookie Phillips Tyndall ('64) of VA - 07/09/09 - "EMAIL":

Carol, you can post my email:

Margaret Tyndall

   Thank you, Cookie!

  From Judy Phillips Allen ('66) of VA - 07/09/09 - "The Dance":

I had seen the young man dance alone, but not with his partner.  Wow!  Makes you wonder how we can complain about some of the things we complain about.....

Beautiful, charismatic, and very moving

God's gifts are incredible....

In a Chinese modern dance competition on TV, one very unique couple won one of the top prizes. The lady, in her 30's, was a dancer who had trained since she was a little girl. Later in life, she lost her entire left arm in an accident and fell into a state of depression for a few years.

Someone then asked her to coach a Children's dancing group. From that point on, she realized that she could not forget dancing. She still loved to dance and wanted to dance again. So, she started to do some of her old routines, but, having lost her arm, she had also lost her balance. It took a while before she could even make simple turns and spins without falling.

Then she heard of a man in his 20s who had lost a leg in an accident. He had also fallen into the usual denial, depression and anger type of emotional roller coaster. But, she was determined to find him and persuade him to dance with her. He had never danced, and to dance with one leg....are you joking with me?? "No way!"

But, she didn't give up, and he reluctantly agreed thinking, "I have nothing else to do anyway."

She started to teach him dancing. The two broke up a few times because he had no concept of using muscle, how to control his body, and knew none of the basic things about dancing. When she became frustrated and lost patience with him, he would walk out. Eventually, they came back together and started training seriously. 

They hired a choreographer to design routines for them. She would fly high (held by him) with both arms (a sleeve for an arm) flying in the air. He could bend horizontally supported by one leg with her leaning on him, etc.

In the competition, as you will see, they dance beautifully, and they legitimately won the competition.

   WOWZERONI-RINI-ROONI! Thank you, Dearest Judy!  This is so incredibly graceful and very deceptively effortless looking!

      From My Niece, Shari, of VA - 07/09/09 - "Lavender Roses (touching)":

"I can't get these lavender roses to grow," Papi complained to me one afternoon. My father had been working all morning cultivating his rose garden, which in the bright light of this warm July day looked almost too lovely to be real.
"Don't worry about it, José," my mother advised him. "You already have so many beautiful shades of roses."
My mother worried about Papi's constant preoccupation with the perfection of things; my father's high blood pressure and fifty years of smoking his beloved handrolled Cuban tobacco gave her reason to be alarmed.
"I promised your mother lavender roses for her birthday," he explained to me. "I've been promising her for the last five years, but aquí no brota nada... nada de nada..."
My father was not a perfect man, but he was a man de palabra, a man who kept his promises. He had promised my mother lavender roses for her birthday, and Papi had little time left to work. He swore he would grow the lavender roses for my mother if it was the last thing he did.
Papi and Mami had come to this country from San Juan, Puerto Rico in 1927. When Papi told my mother that he wanted to move to the United States, she put up quite a fight (family legend has it that she smashed all her wedding plates the night before they left Puerto Rico; she hides a smile when she hears this story but denies it and claims that the plates were stolen). But Mami eventually gave in to her husband's will, as women of her time were raised to do, and she reluctantly said goodbye to her life on the island.
In San Juan, my mother was an avid rose grower, and she was famous for her prized lavender roses, which everybody said were the prettiest in the region. One of the promises my father made to her before they left the island was that she would be able to have a rose garden in the United States. But for many years Papi's promise went unfulfilled.
They spent the first thirty years in their new country in the frigid concrete of New York's inner city, and only when I got married and moved them to Southern California with me did they get a chance to have a garden. But after ten years of trying to reproduce her rose garden, my mother gave up on the lavender roses. Although all the conditions were right, she just couldn't get them to bloom. So my father, who had never been the slightest bit interested in gardening―or in roses for that matter, took it upon himself to make them grow. This was the fifth year that he worked in the yard, and even though he didn't like to admit it, he had come to love weeding, pruning bushes and cultivating the soil around the flowers. I think that working in the garden for my mother was one way that my otherwise cantankerous father could show his love for her.
Sadly, the growing season came and went that year, along with my mother's birthday, but the roses never bloomed. Months later, on a crisp winter morning, my father got up at his usual hour, brushed his teeth and washed his face. He sat down at the kitchen table, and my mother served him his customary huge bowl of oatmeal. But as he raised the first spoonful to his lips, he turned to me and Mami, and, with a somewhat surprised look on his face, said, "No me siento bien." And with that brief announcement, "I don't feel well," he toppled to the floor.
Mami ran over to his crumpled body, and frantically tried to revive him. But it was no use. He was gone.
Mami spent the next few months grieving and getting her new life in order, sorting through Papi's things and distributing them among the family, answering sympathy cards, talking to relatives in Puerto Rico and Cuba who called with regularity to ask about her. She put the little house that they had shared for ten years up for sale, and made plans to come to live with us. The house sold rather quickly, and on the day of my mother's sixtieth birthday, the young couple who had bought the house stopped by to deliver some papers. When Mami answered the door, she was startled to see the young woman holding out a lavender rose. Mami thought it was a birthday present and was touched at the kind gesture of the young woman.
"Thank you so much!" Mami exclaimed. "You must have known it was my birthday!" "I didn't know," answered the young woman. "I just wanted to bring you one of these lovely roses from your garden."
"From my garden?" Mami asked, with a look of disbelief.
"Yes," the young woman said, as she stepped aside and gestured toward the rose garden.
My mother looked out the front door and tears filled her eyes. In the middle of her garden bloomed the most spectacular field of lavender roses that she had ever seen.
"Ay, José, bendito..." Mami gasped, calling out my father's name as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

"They must be a birthday present from above," the young woman said.

My mother just smiled.

   Oooh! Thank you, Shari!

        From My #2 Son, Brent Harty (Hillsboro HS, IL - '90) of TX - 07/02/09 - "WW II posters :~ (#6 in a Series of 18)":

Thought you might like bh

  Some old fashioned  Patriotism.

I wonder whatever happened to this kind of thinking in America. I got a lump in my throat when I read this..  I "grew up" thinking: patriotism, it is the AMERICAN  way!  I am glad to see that somebody saved these. The statement at the end says it all!


These were our parents. What in God's name have we let happen to our Country? We were taught these values and then we let them die .....  I guess we are the last generation to see, or even remember anything like these? Whatever happened? Political correctness (or "re-education") happened, lack of God's name happened, lack of personal responsibility happened, lack of personal integrity and honesty happened, lack of respect and loyalty to our country happened, lack of being an American happened.

Brent Harty
"You may be whatever you resolve to be."  General Thomas "Stonewall" Jackson

   Oh, I DO like them! Thanks so much, Brent!


1.   From Jane Chambers of VA - 07/01/09 - "CNC BOOK BROCHURE & AD":

Attached is the two-sided brochure.... It has an order form on it. All former CNC students (whether or not they got a degree from CNC) can get the $5 alumni discount if they order the book with this form. They will need to write on the order form "alumni discount" and put $24.95 in the blank beside $29.95. They will have to pay S&H also and (if in Virginia) 5% Sales Tax.
Attached also is an ad we ran in the Daily Press, which lists places where the book can be bought in the Tidewater area. Except for the CNU bookstore, there is no discount price for these copies. However, buyers can get signed copies at all of these places EXCEPT the CNU Bookstore, which did not want signed copies.  Signed means signed by all 3 authors: Chambers, Hubbard, and Wood.

   Contact Dr. Chambers at

   Thanks, Jane!

2.        From Dave Spriggs ('64) of VA - 07/02/09 - "NNHS 64/45 REUNION PAGE UPDATES":


Attention all 1964 TYPHOONS:

If we have a current mailing address for you, then your 45th Reunion package was mailed to you on 23 June. In it you will find a letter detailing our plans for the reunion, a reservation form to be completed and returned to us no later than 1 September, and an input form for the 2009 Edition of the Old Rusty Anchor.

If you do not receive this package (or put it aside and misplace it - - yes, it happens), then you may find these same documents available to you on the NNHS web site at this address:

These documents are in Adobe PDF format. If you do not have the free Adobe Reader, you may download and install it from this address:

You may print out the forms, fill them in, and mail them to us WITH YOUR CHECK.

We look forward to seeing you at the Newport News Marriott City Center on October 9th and 10th … and at The Chamberlin for Sunday brunch.

Best wishes from your Class of 1964 45-Year Reunion Committee.

   Thank you, Captain!


From ArcaMax - 07/09/09:

The Carburetor

"The car won't start," said a wife to her husband. "I think there's water in the carburetor."

"How do you know?" said the husband scornfully. "You don't even know what the carburetor is."

"I'm telling you," repeated the wife, "I'm sure there's water in the carburetor."

"We'll see," mocked the husband. "Let me check it out. Where's the car?"

"In the swimming pool."


1. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, September 4, 5 and 6 (Labor Day Weekend), 2009 - The Class of 1969 will hold its 40-Year Reunion at the Point Plaza Hotel, Newport News, VA. For details, see: and contact Jean Baker Howell at - OPEN TO ALL NNHS ALUMNI

2. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, September 18, 19, and 20, 2009 - The Warwick High School Class of 1959 will hold its 50-Year Reunion at the Marriott Newport News at City Center, Newport News, VA. For details, contact - WHS CLASS OF 1959

3. Friday and Saturday, October 9 and 10, 2009 - The Class of 1964 will hold its 45-Year Reunion - For details, see: - CLASS OF 1964

4. Friday and Saturday, August 6 and 7, 2010 - The NNHS Class of 1970 will hold its 40-Year Reunion. Friday night they will all meet at RJ's; Saturday night will be at the Kiln Creek Golf & Country Club. For details, contact Carol Comer Cutler at - CLASS OF 1970

5. 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  kwitte@tampabay, - CLASS OF 1960

PRAYER ROLL: - updated 07/08/09

BLOG: - updated 01/09/09

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

                          Love to all, Carol





Carol Buckley Harty
746 Hillsboro Avenue
Edwardsville, IL 62025-1821  

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Written by Bill Mack, 196_

(LeAnn Rimes, 1996)
(b. 28 Aug 1982)

Oh, so lonesome for you
Why can't you be blue over me?

Oh, so lonesome for you
Tears fill my eyes 'till I can't see

3 o'clock in the mornin', here am I
Sitting here so lonely, so lonesome I could cry

Oh, so lonesome for you
Why can't you be blue over me?

Now that it's over, I realized
Those sweet words you whispered, were nothing but lies

Oh, so lonesome for you
Why can't you be blue over me?

Why can't you be blue, over me?

"Blue" midi courtesy of - 07/06/09

"Blue" lyrics courtesy of - 07/09/09

Image of Blue Rose courtesy of - 07/09/09

Blue Animated Divider Line clip art courtesy of - um.....

Animated Silly Bear (designed by AF Artist - Ryan Hagen) courtesy of - 10/04/05

Animated Tiny Birthday Cake clip art courtesy of Sarah Puckett Kressaty ('65) of VA - 08/31/05
Thanks, Sarah Sugah!

Collinsville High School (IL) Logo courtesy of - 09/22/07

Air Force Seal clip art courtesy of - 07/07/06

Navy Seal clip art courtesy of - 05/29/06

Hillsboro High School's Topper (Band Version) clip art courtesy of - 06/07/08
Thanks, Mark!

Army Seal clip art courtesy of Al Farber ('64) of GA - 05/24/06 (still missing...)
Thanks, Al!
Replaced by Norm Covert ('61) of MD - 02/09/09
Thanks, Norm!

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