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10/21/05 - NNHS Newsletter - I'm in the Mood for Love

Dear Friends and Schoolmates,   

   Today's song come to you straight from my Magic Shower.

   Guess what?!?  This is IT!!! The long-awaited weekend is upon us!  SWEET!!!

   We've had no birthdays (of which I've been aware) for a couple of days, and now we have a veritable
plethora of them!  Today would have been 
Coach Julie Conn's 101st birthday.  AND it's also the birthday of Albert Dorner ('66) of VA AND Belinda Fortner Langston ('70) of VA!  Happy Birthday, Albert (see you tonight!) and Belinda!

   Tomorrow is the birthday of Craig Miller ('63) of FL AND Al Farber ('64) of GA!  Happy Birthday tomorrow, Gentlemen!

   And Sunday is Jimmy Hines' ('64) birthday up in Northern VA!  And a Very Merry Birthday to you as well!


A group portrait of members of the Great NNHS Class of 1965 will be taken at the reunion
on Saturday night, sometime around 9:00 - 9:30 PM.  This will be similar to the one taken
last year of the Great NNHS Class of 1964:

Similarly, you may pre-pay $22.00 plus $5.00 S & H, and fill out the necessary form Saturday night.

These are waaaay cool, and you'll want to be there, and you'll want to purchase one, trust me!



The 40-Year Reunion of the Class of 1965

will be held on Friday and Saturday, October 21 and 22, 2005
at the Point Plaza,
950 J. Clyde Morris Boulevard,
Newport News,
and is open to all NNHS Alumni -  plus a few others!




     From Chandler Nelms (Hampton HS - '63) of MD - 10/20/05:

Thanks a LOT,  Gloria (Woolard Price - Hampton HS - '65 - of FL). I thought you were my friend……..just kidding.

But that whole “Hall of Fame” thing was such sham. I mean, I wasn’t smart enough to qualify for Most Studious or Most Likely to Succeed,
nor was I athletic enough to be considered for Most Athletic, and I
wasn’t in the running for Best Looking, so they nabbed me for some
made up category called Best Dressed because I worked at the Varsity Shop in downtown Hampton from the 9th grade thru high school.
Anyone could be best dressed if you have access to the “goods”.
But Paulette…….she really WAS best dressed.
1963 Krabba  
Best Dressed -
Paulette Jackson and Chandler Nelms

Chandler Nelms

   Uh-huh.  Chandler Darlin', my first thought on seeing that picture was, "'BEST DRESSED' ?!?  Who and what on earth was elected 'BEST LOOKING'?!?"  

   But then I looked at how obviously splendid you appeared in that tuxedo, and saw the wisdom of their decision.  My, my, my.  That, Sweetie-Pie, was no sham.  It was merely a statement of pure fact.



   From Gloria Woolard Price (Hampton HS - '65) of FL - 10/20/05:

Carol, there is a Herman Moore, Jr., who graduated in 1963, but his picture is not in the annual.  Chandler Nelms (Hampton HS - '63 - of MD) might know him.  If that IS him, though, as of 2003, he was Battalion Chief, NN Fire Dept, Station 6.  He lives in Poquoson, married to Shirwin, and has three children.

   AHA!!!  Thanks, Gloria!  Another mystery solved!

By the way, that is not Chandler Nelms' senior picture.  But it's better, because his senior picture is a profile and he's not smiling.  But who am I to talk.......I'm not smiling either......geez, I didn't know I never had a top lip!  :/  And how about that well-curled, stiff-sprayed hairdo?  Since pictures were taken in the summer before senior year, my hair was long and blonde for graduation.....whew! 

   No, ma'am, it is not.  It's his junior portrait.     Dave Spriggs ('64) of VA just happens to have a 1962 Krabba in his possession, and graciously scanned that image for us to use, with Chandler's kind permission.

   I've always personally preferred my junior picture     to my senior one: 

   In fact, the day I had that portrait made at Nachman's, I was so disgusted with my hair for not flipping-up the way I had intended, I came home, threw down my books, picked up a pair of scissors, and walked straight to the bathroom and cut my hair off chin-level, the way it appears in this image snapped by that master photographic journalist, Chippy Clark ('65 - of Northern VA) on the following St. Patrick's Day.    Nobody told me that my hair was okay; it was just that my neck was too short! 

   By graduation, my hair had grown back to about the length it was in the junior picture.

   Hair is a toy, and I do love to play!

   Thanks, Gloria!


  From Tom Norris (Hampton HS - '73) of VA - 10/20/05:

We'll be there with bells on ... well, with Red and White on anyway. I think you'll recognize us.

Don't forget the yearbooks ..... :-)


   Okay, what's wrong with this picture?!?  This is the NNHS Newsletter, and the first three notes are from CRABBERS!!!   

   Just kidding, guys!  We're all one big happy family, and you're all more than welcome here.  I just thought it was funny!  GIGGLES!!!

   All the TYPHOON must be busy with last-minute preparations.  I know I am!

   And your four yearbooks are all packed, Babe.  You'd think in ten months time I would have surely grabbed all the images I needed from them, but there were those awful months of technical difficulties.  I did get the most important items scanned anyway - I think!  Thanks so much for the loan; they enriched our pages immensely!

   See ya soon!

From Helen Flax Kierstead ('58) of Ontario - 10/20/05:

I am so impressed by your computer savvy.  I'm lucky to figure how to type in comic sans and in purple.  When I want to read the NNHS newsletters that you incredibly put together, I still have to go to my brother Tommy's email to me that he attached one of your newsletters and link that way.  Really!!!  .......

Tommy Flax' big sister  : ))

   GIGGLES!!!  Yes, but I only know how to do what I do because my two youngest sons - who are total computer gurus - lived with me and taught me step by step for several years!  That was a very rare thing - live-in tech support!

   Thanks so much, Helen!  I'll contact you upon my return!


  From Fred Field ('45) of CA - 08/2005:



Kent S. "Pinky" Miller

NNHS Class of June 1945

The Saturday before Thanksgiving I was in the basement with two of my grandchildren, searching for materials to make a Halloween "Guy" for the front yard.  We opened an old trunk with hopes of finding a costume wig or other useful materials.

                The attention of Elizabeth and Christina focused on some 1950s clothes, a girl scout merit badge banner that belonged to their aunt, and like stuff.  I was surprised to discover my 1945 Anchor, something that I had assumed had gone the way of most other things that I had from that period (hair, aspirations of being a pro baseball player, faith in the FBI, a fairly good game of pool, etc.).

                The staples that had held the yearbook together were rusted through and most of the spine had been devoured by long dead Florida roaches.  But the memories evoked by leafing through the Anchor were not all that rusty.  This in spite of the fact that shortly after graduation I had pulled anchor from Newport News and failed to stay in touch with a single one of you. 

                We finished the Guy and put him in a lawn chair in the front yard.  The grandchildren quickly moved on to other things.  I was drawn back to the Anchor.  Sitting there in the basement I wondered what it would be like to see the document through their eyes.  What would strike them as strange?  Funny?  Inexplicable?  A lot would!

                I reverted to an old habit, reading from the back to the front, as I used to do with magazines, my primary interest being the cartoons.

                So if they had been looking over my shoulders, they would have found that pages 69 through 108 consisted of ads from the Anchor "patrons."  This amounted to thirty-six percent of the total page count.  About the same ratio the children are used to with television.

                If they had thought about the absence of ads for television they undoubtedly would have felt a fleeting senses of loss for us, a pause over what it would have been like to grow up without that presence.  But they would have liked the efficiency of phones reached by dialing only five numbers.

                There were a few things that the granddaughters  would have been puzzled by:

J.C. Gorsuch & Co. advertised a complete line of drugs - "guaranteed to be fresh and put up by reliable druggists."  Fresh drugs?  Put up?


The Newport News Automobile Exchange enjoined us to "Desludge for Protection."  Desludge?  That one puzzles even me!


Blechman's Youth Center advertised "Clothes that click with the high school crowd."  Clicking clothes?


What was the man with the uniform and the white cap, standing by a truck, with a tray of bottles containing what seemed to be a white fluid?

  And surely they would have assumed these prices were in error:

"Swell Fountain Hunch  -  Pepsi with Lunch"  -  5 cents


Pick-A-Bone  -  3 pieces fried chicken, biscuits and honey, shoe string potatoes  85 cents  -  served without silver.


            There were other items that could have caught the eyes of the girls.  Sophisticated as they are, they might have asked if I had trusted my stomach in a restaurant named Sanitary Lunch (then yes - now no).  Or if the color blue held some particular significance, since WGH referred to itself as "Your Blue Network Station" and Hill's Department Store identified itself as "The Store With the Blue Front."

            I might have called their attention to the consequences of an alliteration and rhyming virus that invaded the brains of the advertisers in 1945:

            "Bowling at its best" - Sports Bowl

            "House of Hits" - Palace Theatre

            "Pride of the Peninsula" - Paramount Theatre

            "The future will be bright if you use our light" -

                        Peninsula Electric Co.

            "Make us prove that Kopper's coal burns longer"

            The girls would have been long gone by the time I reached the meat of the Anchor: the pictures.  And those witty and creative things that we wrote in each others yearbooks.  It was not just the advertisers that had been hit by a brain virus.  By actual count, 80% of you who wrote something in my book used the word "swell," including coach Harry Harmon.  One of you, who shall remain nameless, doubled up - "It's been swell to have such a swell fellow .  .  .  .  (I am not making this up).  I was driven upstairs to a dictionary:


Swell: To increase in size or volume; to grow in loudness or intensity; to bulge out; protrude; to behave or speak pompously or self-importantly; a person who is fashionably dressed or prominent in fashionable society.


            So.  It took 45 years for me to find out what you were really telling me as you smiled and scribbled in my yearbook.  Fascinated, as I worked my way through it I wished only that I had another opportunity to smile and write in your yearbook.

            Another thing.  Why was it that the people who said things like .  .  .  .  "Well, we finally made it.  I never thought we would."  Or, "If Miss Burbank lets you through I know I'm safe."  (Mayer Binder) .  .  .  .  were always the brightest and safest ones in the class?

            And now that we are into it, there are a few more things.  Betty Harp, what did you really mean when you wrote "after all these years I still can't like you any less"??  Margaret Lee Paine, I'm sorry that I called you "Playne" in introducing you in our graduation ceremony, but I was pretty anxious.  After all, we were graduating and finally going to have to make some decisions.  (You must have been a little anxious yourself because about two minutes into your piece I noticed a few mistakes in what otherwise was a competent job).  And was there a hidden message in your injunction to me: "if you can't be good - please be careful."?  And J.M.:  What could you have possibly meant when you referred to me as a woman hater?  And Herb:  At age 17, when you signed your inscription in my book Herbert H. Bateman, were you already thinking of Washington and putting a little distance between yourself and your left-leaning friends?  And Billy Ellis:  What is this jazz about being unable to attend the reunion because you were covering the reunification of Germany?  What will be the excuse in 1995?  Covering the reunification of the Soviet Union?  I would have thought that the abundance of strokes we gave you at NNHS would have been sufficient.

            I have some questions for the rest of you.  You will probably be hearing from me individually.  The really tough ones probably shouldn't be asked in a family values rag such as this.

            One note of caution.  Get your materials for the Halloween Guy at K-Mart.  Don't open that trunk!           

Fred W. Field note - Dr. Kent S. Miller is Professor Emeritus at University of Florida, Tallahassee.  He was President of our NNHS graduating class of June, 1945.


   WILD GIGGLES!!!  Thanks so much for sharing this with us, Fred!

   I'll be back with more to report and relate on Monday.

   Y'all take care of each other!  SEE YOU SOON!!!

                                   Love to all, Carol







I'm in the Mood for Love

Written by Jimmy McHugh and Dorothy Fields

I'm in the mood for love
Simply because you're near me
Funny, but when you're near me
(I'm in the mood for love)

Heaven is in your eyes
Bright as the stars we're under
Oh, is it any wonder?
(I'm in the mood for love)

(Why stop to think of whether)
(This little dream might fade?)
(Let's put our hearts together)
Now we are one, I'm not afraid

If there's a cloud above
If it should rain, we'll let it
But, for tonight, forget it
(I'm in the mood for love)

(Why stop to think of whether)
(This little dream might fade?)
(Let's put our hearts together)
Now we are one, I'm not afraid

If there's a cloud above
If it should rain, we'll let it
But, for tonight, forget it
I'm in the mood
Hope you're in the mood
For love

"I'm in the Mood for Love" midi courtesy of - 10/18/05

"I'm in the Mood for Love" lyrics courtesy of - 10/19/05

Animated Kissing Sailor and Girl courtesy of - 10/19/05

Animated Hearts Divider Line clip art courtesy of - 10/19/05

Crab clip art courtesy of - 10/02/05

Animated Rolling on the Floor Laughing Boy courtesy of - 04/06/05

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