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Dear Friends and Schoolmates,

   We have more sad if somewhat belated news this Saturday.     Raymond Shockley, Class of February 1947, brother of Waverly Shockley, Jerry Shockley, and Barbara Shockley Clawson, passed away in Rockwall, Texas on Saturday, August 23, 2014 at the age of 85.

From the Daily Press - 09/06/14:

               John Raymond Shockley

			NEWPORT NEWS - John Raymond Shockley, Jr., age 85, of Rockwall, TX, passed away August 23, 2014. He was born July 14, 1929, in Newport News, VA, to John and Bonnie (Wainwright) Shockley. He graduated from NNHS in 1947 and attended RPI. Raymond served his country in the U.S. Army during the Korean War. He was a lifelong Presbyterian, an avid reader, and a supporter of a number of non-profit organizations. Raymond is survived by a son, Steven and his wife Katie; a daughter, Laura Anne Smith and her husband Mike; a granddaughter, Sabrina Inman; brothers Waverly R. Shockley and Jerry F. Shockley, and his wife Bobbie, and a sister, Barbara Ann Clawson and her husband Robert.
	Raymond Shockley

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

                          Love to all, Carol

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It Is Well with My Soul

Words by Horatio G. Spafford, 1873
Music by Philip P. Bliss, 1876


When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.
It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

Though Satan should buffet, tho' trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

My sin—oh, the bliss of this glorious tho't:
My sin, not in part, but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.

And, Lord, haste the day when the faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll,
The trump shall resound and the Lord shall descend,
"Even so" it is well with my soul.
It is well with my soul,
It is well, it is well with my soul.