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Lucky you! This letter mainly consists of your favorite part, NOTES FROM ALL OVER:

If I may, and if I might, the description of the issue you are encountering with your PC sounds like a
Random Access Memory issue. Nestle had some older 486s on their network that would respond the way
you are describing.

It holds the data, and then it slowly disappears into cyberspace. That is lack of sufficient RAM in most cases.
If you are running several applications, try shutting down all except the one you are using to post the Newsletter.
Do not minimize those other applications, for they still are running and take RAM. See if that helps. No charge!!!

Thanks, Adonis! HA-HA-HA-HA!!!! BUSTED! I was laughing so hysterically after I read your message that I managed
to misplace it for several days. My sons have long referred to me as "Ms. RAM-pire" for my dreadful habit - which is only
exacerbated in the course of putting out a Newsletter - of having forty-eleven windows opened simultaneously. Looking
down at this very moment, I see that I have fifteen windows open even as I write these words. My dear sons have been
trying to bring about my repentance for years now. I confess; I'm a terrible backslider.

This computer, by the way, is less than two years old, and has enough RAM on it that most people gasp at the figure.
Were it not being "RAM-pired", we'd be having no such silly problems. Thanks for the reminder, Joe!

It's hard to believe I didn't respond to this earlier, isn't it? HA-HA-HA!!! Actually, in a manner of speaking, I did.
My address has always been included at the bottom of each email notification I send you, and at the bottom of each
of these Newsletters as well. Now I've added it to the front page of the web site itself.

Additionally, I ordered new business cards to pass out at the Glorious Reunion in October. As a special sneak
preview, I've attached one to the bottom of this (and all future) Newsletters. WOW! How thrilling is THAT?!? WILD GIGGLES!

Thanks, Kelly! Contributions are always gratefully received! And in case it's still hiding, my address is:

I was also baptized at First Presbyterian Church and have very fond memories of Dr. Buckles. I had no idea
of the history but that is why my family joined this church as my grandparents were born in Scotland. Thanks for the info.
Regards, Jo Ann

Thank you, Jo Ann. My own Stewart ancestors were also staunch Presbyterians from Scotland, but they left Augusta Co.,
VA for western SC in the mid 1700s, if I recall correctly.

I found this book from John W. Daniel School on the internet. It was of particular interest to me because
this history book was most likely a part of the curriculum while I attended John W. Thought it might be
of interest to share with some of us "oldies, but goodies".

Hey, Kelly! I just about flipped when I saw these! I know that this one came from Daniel School, but we read the
same book at Magruder, and I remember it well! (Notice there are three things which I am most likely to remember:
books, clothes I wore at any particular moment, and hot guys. It is most important in life to set proper priorities.)

Add us to the list of people possibly being affected by Hurricane Frances. Dale and I are headed
to Jacksonville/St. Augustine, FL tomorrow morning for the birth of our 3rd grandchild. The doctor's
decided to induce our daughter-in-law's labor on Friday morning (if not before) and our son is
on "stand-by" with the National Guard. He's subject to be activated as soon as the storm hits, and
have to report within 24 hours after the baby's birth, leaving her by herself. Although her mom is
scheduled to fly in from Texas Saturday afternoon, the chances are good that they might be closing
airports too. I'll try to let you know when the baby's born, if we have power, and how we make out
through everything. Hope you feel better soon. Talk to you later.

Oh, dear! Y'all be careful, Sandi! And let us know as soon as you're able! Best of everything! We'll keep y'all
in our prayers.

Well, Craig, I can tell you this much for certain. There is a concentrated effort by a number of people going on right now
to answer that riddle. All avenues are being pursued. If they're still there, they can't hide much longer.

Hey, Craig! You ARE coming to Virginia to celebrate your birthday with the rest of us at the Omni, aren't you?!?

From Kathy Pilgrim Clark ('63) of VA - 09/02/04:

I'm glad you're taking good care of you; you take such very good care of all of us! I have chronic asthma
that flares up to acute quite often. When I catch cold, I am off to the pulmonologist like a flash because
it is so easy for a cold to turn into a lung infection for me. And I've gotten the flu shot every Fall for 25
years. So I completely understand the long bounce back time.

AHA! I think you've solved one of the Great Mysteries of Life for me, Kathy! I've had asthma ever since I was a baby
myself, and nearly died about the time of my first birthday. My great-grandmother did die during one of her lesser asthma
attacks when she was 46 years old. As I mentioned to you in my note a couple of days ago, I'm a terrible wuss. That is why
I so dread getting sick. It takes me WAAAY too long to snap out of it! I am better, though.

Of course, it never occurred to me that I may be developing lung infections. That could explain why my chest is still rattling
even now, when I myself seem to be much improved. Of course, it rarely occurs to me to go to the doctor when I'm sick. I go
to the doctor when I'm well, this Thursday, for instance, for my regular appointment. I mean, when I'm sick, I don't feel like
going anywhere, doncha know? I just wanna stay in bed.

So - go to the doctor when I'm sick, go to the doctor when I'm sick. What a revolutionary idea! I'm gonna write that down.

From Frances Goodson Wang ('65) of MD to Jerry Gammon ('63) of VA - 09/03/04:

Frances Goodson Wang from the NNHS class of 1965. I have been to the Blue Skies Gallery and bought some
photos. I will look for your work next time I go. I love fine art and have some excellent pieces I have acquired
from Gallery 44 in Ellicott City near Baltimore, MD where I live.

My daughter, Wae Wae, age 23, is fond of photography and won prizes for her compositions with digital art.
I am excited to tell her about your technique. I personally like the impressionistic style of art very much.
Also impressionistic music. I am a frustrated artist, with some little talent. I would love to get back to it.
I am a gardener too on a small scale so express my interest in form and color in planting.

My husband is an architect. He can do many types of drawing and painting but is too busy to do so with his job
in the hotel business in Asia. He works for Marriott International. I wish he had time to re- experience his gift.

Thanks for carboning us in on your letter to Jerry, Frances! I think his work is one of the most exciting things I've seen lately!

Today is my last day with the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers after 30-plus years...I become officially retired
this afternoon...I have enclosed a picture here of me...I received the Army Engineer Regiment deFleury Bronze
Medal from BG Schroedel here in San Francisco and was awarded the Distinguished Civilian Service Award from
DoD...all in all a nice send off to start a new career with...I will let you know what the future holds for me...but a
couple of irons in the fire now...I could go back to Iraq as a consultant to the State Department or I may end up
going to assist in the response and recovery efforts that will follow Hurricane Frances...I am definitely an A-Type
of person who will not sit around really retired...anyone in the way of Frances, I wish you well and stay safe ...
more to follow.........

Y'all crack me up sometimes. You tell me absolutely incredible things about your extraordinary lives, and in the same breath
say that I amaze you. I'm just sitting here behind a keyboard, having the time of my life, fulfilling several simultaneous fantasies.
I'm just the messenger, or the Conduit, as Joe Madagan ('57) of FL calls me. Y'ALL are the amazing ones!! I am so honored
to know all of you!

Do keep us posted, Paul. Thanks so much for the picture, and best wishes with whatever path you choose!

Thanks, Joe - that would be super! Send it on! I really think that these pages are both interesting and helpful. I stole the idea
straight from the 1964 website of Fred Eubanks ('64) of TX way back in the first days of this web page. Thanks, Fred!

Carol,
I am so glad you are feeling better. I had sent out a meeting notice about a get together I am planning Sept. 18
at Angelo's on J. Clyde Morris Boulevard in Newport News when up popped a note from Jim Dossett ('66) of VA
that he was moving to Punta Gorda, Flordia this weekend. Can you believe he is moving there this weekend of all
weekends?!? It is job related but still.......... He said Punta Gorda was ground zero for Hurricane Charley. I will have
him in my prayers.
The get together is for any former NNHS student. Just contact me, Dee Bartram, at dhbartram@cox.net
if you would like to join us.
Hope you continue on the road to recovery!

And so are we, Dave. You've done a spectacular job! Thanks - from all of us - for your tireless efforts!

Carol, did you get my message about Becky Cash's father's death? I sent it to your cluckmeat address.

Sigh. Yes, dear sweet Cookie, you and several others sent it to me. This was one of those "I-just-can't-handle-another-death-
right-now" weeks for me. These tend to arise at very inopportune times, as invariably someone passes away at that moment.
As I have taken it upon myself the responsibility of forwarding this information to y'all, it's not very nice of me to let this crippling
problem interfere with my work this way, and I apologize to all of you.

One is that I really don't have a good understanding of Life and Death, or it wouldn't bother me. That isn't true. I have a great
and deep understanding of it, believe me. I just don't always like it, because I'm a selfish, immature brat.

Pam Smith Arnold ('65) of VA told me she also doesn't handle death well, and suggested it was because we both love life
so much, and we do.

I am beginning to notice that just because I try to ignore something doesn't seem to lessen its reality. I believe most people
learn that lesson when they are about three years old, but I have arrested development, and have never been overly fond of reality
anyway. I think as a general rule, it's vastly overrated.

I personally believe that much of of my problem with death tends to stem from losing my own beloved father before I was thirteen.

Cash, Fred Thomas

HAMPTON - Fred Thomas Cash, age 90, died Friday, Aug. 27, 2004, at Sentara
Careplex in Hampton. A native of Richmond, Va., he had been a Peninsula
resident since 1942. Fred was a Peninsula businessman. Throughout his career
he worked in several fields including real estate, insurance, and
construction. He also helped train deaf students at the Virginia State
School for the Deaf and Blind by serving as a part-time teacher for 19
years. He retired from Pembroke Construction Co., Inc., in 1981 as
Vice-President, Secretary-Treasurer and co-owner. He was a member of St.
Paul's Episcopal Church, Bremond Masonic Lodge #241 A.F. & A.M., and various
charitable organizations. His hobbies included gardening, boating, and
fishing. Fred was preceded in death by his beloved wife of 61 years, Mabel
W. Cash. Survivors include one daughter, Rebecca C. Blakemore and her
husband, Colin B. Blakemore, and two grandsons, Owen R. Blakemore and Darren
A. Blakemore, all of Hockessin, Del.; and many nieces and nephews as well as
great-nieces and nephews. Visitation for family and friends will be held
from 5 to 7 p.m. Wednesday, Sept. 1, at Peninsula Funeral Home. Funeral
services will be at 10 a.m. Thursday, Sept. 2, in St. Paul's Episcopal
Church, 221 34th Street, Newport News, with interment to follow at the
Peninsula Memorial Park. In lieu of flowers, memorial remembrances may be
made to St. Paul's Episcopal Church Outreach Program, 221 34th Street,
Newport News, VA 23607.

Published in the Daily Press from 8/29/2004 - 8/30/2004.

Y'all continue to have a safe and happy holiday weekend - and take care of each other.

Every Once In A While

(Blackhawk)

When the moon is bright
On a Saturday night
There's a thousand stars in the sky
On a winding road her memory flows
She'll face the fact
She wants to go back

She opens her heart to an old memory
She closes her eyes and she smiles
Just ask her if she ever still
Thinks about me
She'll say "Every once in a while,
Every once in a while"

She tries to forget
But she hasn't yet
Not a single day goes by
That feeling again reminds of when
I held her tight, it felt so right

She opens her heart to an old memory
She closes her eyes and she smiles
Just ask her if she ever still
Thinks about me
She'll say, "Every once in a while,
Every once in a while"

And every once in a while
She calls my name out loud
And when she thinks about us
She'll face the fact
She wants to go back

She opens her heart to an old memory
She closes her eyes and she smiles
Just ask her if she ever still
Thinks about me
She'll say, "Every once in a while,
Every once in a while"


Friday, September 3, 2004 - San Francisco, CA Paul Dobie being presented the Army Engineer Regiment deFleury Bronze Medal by Brig. Gen. Joseph Schroedel upon his retirement from the U.S. Army Corps of Engineers

09/04/04 - NNHS Newsletter - Saturday Night