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11/08/11 - NNHS Newsletter -
Even Now

“Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back
and soften and purify the heart.”

- Washington Irving
(03 Apr 1783 - 28 Nov 1859)

“What the heart has once owned and had, it shall never lose.”

- Henry Ward Beecher
(24 June 1813 - 08 Mar 1887)

Dear Friends and Schoolmates,

    Even now, this old song has the power to make me cry.....

BONUS - - Even Now - Barry Manilow - sing-along version


"Even Now" is a 1978 song by American adult contemporary and pop music singer Barry Manilow. It is the title track from his 1978 album, and Manilow wrote the music and co-produced the track with Ron Dante. The words were written by Marty Panzer.

Released as the second single from the album, "Even Now" became a top 20 hit on the Billboard Hot 100 chart in June 1978, peaking at #19.[1] It became Manilow's ninth song to reach number one on the Billboard easy listening chart, spending three weeks atop the chart beginning May 27, 1978.[2]

In his autobiography Sweet Life, Manilow said that the song was "one of my personal favorites, which never fails to move me. It reminded me of the great times I had collaborating with" Marty Panzer, with whom the singer had worked previously.[2]


   From Cheryl Mays Howard ('66) of VA - 11/07/11, 7:31 AM - "Typhoon death":

--With sadness I report that    Charles Milne ('64) died Sunday, Nov. 6 of cancer. Our prayers are with them.

Peace & Blessing, Cheryl Mays Howard

   Oh, Cheryl, I'm so sorry to hear this!
   Charles was President of the Student Council in 1964.  His mother, NNHS English teacher    Martha Jo Milne, passed away just last year.  Thank you for letting us know, Cheryl; our prayers are with the Milne family and their friends.


   Happy Birthday today to Lawson (Buddy) Sparrow ('53) of VA AND Woody Hudson ('57) AND     Joe Madagan ('57) of FL AND David McCoy ('67) of VA!

   Happy Birthday tomorrow to Hilton Henderson ('57) of NV and FL AND My Grandson (by My Children of Other Parents),     Jacob Mansfield of NC!

   Happy Birthday this week to:

10 - The United States Marine Corps - 1775 AND Tamsie Warren Ellis ('57) AND David Wittan ('57) AND

  Angie Ray Smith ('64) of VA AND   Steve Pullen ('65) of VA;

12 - Barbara Womble Lawson (NNHS / Hampton HS) of VA AND   Jean Pittman Priest ('64) of FL;

14 -   Glenda Stewart Martin Faires ('68) of GA AND    Timothy of DC (son of    Kathy Cooper - '70 - of VA);

15 -    the late Bobbie Whitehurst Canady ('57) (deceased 11/16/07) AND       My Niece, Shari, of VA!

    Many Happy Returns, One and All!



Wednesday, Nov. 6, 1861

The first general national election for the government of the Confederate States of America took place on this day. The Constitution specified that a president and vice president should be elected, both to hold office for a term of six years and not to be eligible for the same office again. Terms and conditions and qualifications for most other offices, such as the House and Senate, were determined by the individual states. By and large they were the same as those of the US. The winner, Jefferson Davis, belonged to the Democratic Party, a rather unnecessary distinction since there weren’t any other parties. Eligible voters included most individuals who weren’t black, female, or excessively poor.

Thursday, Nov. 6, 1862

Yesterday had seen the biggest shakeup in the North since the formation of the Army of the Potomac, the firing of its creator and first and only leader, Gen. George McClellan. He had been replaced by Gen. Ambrose Burnside, who was having a very uncomfortable day moving into a new job. Meanwhile the South was not to be outdone in shuffling commands. The Army of Northern Virginia promoted James Longstreet from major general to lieutenant general and bestowed on him command of the First Corps of the Army. Likewise, Thomas Jonathan Jackson, known to press and peers as “Stonewall”, moved from and to the same ranks as Longstreet, the only difference being that he was given command of the Second Corps.

Friday, Nov. 6, 1863

The Battle(s) for Charleston Harbor were often as much a combat against obstructions, intentional as well as natural, which had the effect or stopping or slowing the progress of ships long enough for firepower to be brought to bear on them. Admiral John Dahlgren had the task today of testing a peculiar new design of torpedo meant to remove these obstructions. A cast-iron cylinder 10 inches in diameter and 23 feet long, it hung underneath a raft which was pushed ahead of Dahlgren’s USS Patapsco by two long booms. This peculiar propulsion made the ship wildly hard to maneuver. When it was, painfully, pushed into the proper position and the 600 pounds of explosive in the torpedo were detonated, it threw a column of water 40 feet in the air, most of which dropped back down onto the deck of the Patapsco. Unimpressed as well as damp, Dahlgren recommended the device be sent back to the drawing board of its creator, John Ericsson.

Sunday, Nov. 6, 1864

Not all of the fighting of this war was conducted on battlefields by any means. In fact, as the war dragged on and the South encountered more reverses in the conventional military sense, the more open their leaders were to what would today be called “fifth column”, or guerilla, or even urban-terrorist operations. With rumors flying that New York City was to be the target of arsonists set to burn the town to the ground on Election Day, municipal officials everywhere in the North were somewhat edgy. Today there were arrested a number of “Confederate ringleaders” in Chicago. The charge was that they were conspiring to take over the city, which would be followed by the liberation of prisoners of war being held in Camp Douglas nearby.



Thursday, Nov. 7, 1861

Port Royal Sound is today better known for suffering the assaults of golf balls being fired from Hilton Head Island. Flag Officer Samuel Du Pont had slightly different reasons for leading a large Federal fleet into these waters today, and vastly different missiles to propel. Steaming right in between Fort Beauregard on Bay Point and Fort Walker on Hilton Head, du Pont scattered the defending Confederate fleet (all four ships of it) and commenced shelling in both directions. The Southern ships were soon reduced to evacuating first the southern island (Hilton Head) and then the northern. The Federal ships’ guns proved extremely accurate, and the 12,000 troops under Gen. Thomas Sherman landed to take them over. This outpost was held for the rest of the war, and served as a valuable refueling stop for the Atlantic squadron and blockading fleet.

Friday, Nov. 7, 1862

It was two days ago that Abraham Lincoln issued the order relieving George McClellan of command of the Army of the Potomac, but somehow it wasn't until 11:30 p.m. tonight that the officer carrying the order actually reached the general's headquarters in Rectorsville, Va. Although he wrote “I am sure that not the slightest expression of feeling was visible on my face”, all accounts report that he was utterly astonished, and bitterly hurt, by the rebuff. There was no upstairs for him to be kicked to, and his military career was over. The one person he seems not to have resented was his replacement, Gen. Ambrose Burnside. “Poor Burnside feels dreadfully, almost crazy,” Little Mac wrote. “I am sorry for him.” As well he should have been, since Burnside did not feel qualified for the job and had attempted to turn it down, finally accepting only as an obedience to an order of his commander-in-chief.

Saturday, Nov. 7, 1863

It came as something of a surprise to nearly everyone, but hostile action was not in fact over for the winter in Virginia quite yet. Gen. George Meade ordered his Army of the Potomac across the Rappahannock River one more time, crossing at Rappahannock Station and Kelly's Ford. The passage, although unexpected, was not unopposed, and there were sharp fights at both sites. In response, Robert E. Lee began shifting his men to a line at the Rapidan River in interpose. Having the army closer to the capital was probably a relief to the citizenry of Richmond. Rumors were sweeping the city that a major escape plot was in the works which would free 13,000 Federal prisoners-of-war from the prison at Belle Isle. Some cannon were brought in to surround the the site.

Monday, Nov. 7, 1864

Under the Constitution of the Confederate States of America, the Legislative branch was to meet twice during their terms of office, which worked out to once a year. The Congress elected in 1862 therefore began work on their second session today. Jefferson Davis delivered a speech, the theme of which might well have been “don't worry, be happy.” He, incredibly, downplayed the recent loss of Atlanta to the forces of Gen. William Tecumseh Sherman, saying “There are no vital points on the preservation of which the continued existence of the Confederacy depends.” Then he raised the slightly controversial point of his speech: a suggestion that the Army be allowed to purchase slaves for work on the War, who when no longer needed would be freed. He stopped short of proposing that they be armed as soldiers, although hinting that he might if things got desperate enough.



Friday, Nov. 8, 1861

James M. Mason of Virginia and John Slidell of Louisiana were Confederate agents. They were by no means spies, but openly appointed by Jefferson Davis to lobby the cause of the Confederate States of America in the halls of London and Paris respectively. They had boarded the British mail ship Trent in Havana with their wives, children and secretaries. The US authorities knew of their mission but not their point of departure, so when Captain Charles Wilkes of the USS San Jacinto happened to dock in Havana at the same time, he was on his own. He waited for the Trent to leave harbor, followed, and on the high seas pulled alongside and forced them to stop. Mason, Slidell and their secretaries were removed, prompting outrage from the British captain.

Saturday, Nov. 8, 1862

US Gen. Benjamin Butler had had the unenviable job of administering the occupied city of New Orleans, where he had employed some creative, if unorthodox, methods to induce the population to comply with Union orders. Aside from padlocking some newspapers, and confiscating others to produce more Union-oriented journalism, Butler's most famous act was his “woman order”, stating that females who abused, disrespected or threw the contents of chamber pots on Union soldiers would be treated as common prostitutes rather than “ladies.” The last straw, though, was an order closing all breweries and distilleries in the town. He was sacked and replaced with Gen. Nathaniel Banks, who was told to worry about the campaign to reopen the Mississippi River, not the liquor market.

Sunday, Nov. 8, 1863

The late-fall campaign in northern Virginia continued today with much marching, although not much in the way of pitched battles. Gen. George Meade was maneuvering across the Rappahannock with no particular offensive objective in mind except to force Lee to keep on the move as well. There were skirmishes at Jeffersonton, the familiar territory of Brandy Station, Warrenton, Rixleyville, Culpepper Court House, and the extremely well-named Muddy Creek. Weather is not our friend in Virginia in November.

Tuesday, Nov. 8, 1864

This was Election Day, one of the few you can call "one of the most important elections in the history of the United States of America" without fear of exaggeration. The contestants were the Republican incumbent Abraham Lincoln, who had replaced his somewhat lackluster vice president Hannibal Hamlin with Tennessee Senator (and Democrat) Andrew Johnson in a symbolic gesture of unity, on one side. On the other was Gen. George McClellan, former commander of the Army of the Potomac, running with George H. Pendleton of Ohio. Extraordinary efforts were made to allow soldiers to vote, either by arranging leaves or actually casting ballots in the field, which one would expect to benefit McClellan as he had been a very popular commander. The soldier vote, however, went even stronger for Lincoln than the civilian vote did, and the Republican ticket was victorious. In the electoral vote, Lincoln took every state except Delaware, Kentucky and New Jersey.

    From Joe Madagan ('57) of FL - 11/05/11 - " 1st LT Johnny Palmer USMCR":

Hi, Carol:
  At our Reunion of the 97th Rifle Company USMCR last week, several Officers identified this photo as that of 1st LT Johnny Palmer USMCR. Coach Palmer had served two years Active Duty in the USMC following his commissioning, and served in the USMCR to complete his obligation.

Please permit me to nominate him for your Famous Marine page.

Semper Fidelis,
TYPHOON regards,
Joe Madagan (57) of FL
   WOWZERS! Thanks so much for this image, Joe ! (You know how I love seeing Marines in uniform!) I was aghast to see that Coach Palmer was not already included on that page, but I've corrected that horrendous oversight now:

   Of course, when I did, that highly unstable page considered the addition the final blow, and now has two enormous navy blue divider lines separating Coach Palmer's entry from the others, and I see no way to correct it at the moment.....I had more success with his Teacher page:


  From Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of VA - 11/05/11 - "One one one one one........":

 Me either!!!  Come on with the big bucks 11/11/11!!!! O:)
Chinese numerology and Feng Shui for 2011

This year we are going to experience four unusual dates: 1/1/11, 1/11/11, 11/1/11, 11/11/11, and that's not all; Take the last two digits of the year you were born and the age you will be this year and the result will add up to 111 for everyone!!!! This is the year of MONEY..... The proverb goes that if you send this to eight good friends, money will appear in the next four days, as is explained in the Chinese feng shui. Those who don't continue the chain, won't receive. It's a mystery, but it's worth a try. Good luck to you.....

     OH, GOODY!!! We're all going to be rolling in dough! 

   Thanks, Joyce!

  From Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of VA - 11/05/11, 7:79 PM AND   From Ruth Ann Reece Horace ('67) of FL - 11/07/11, 4:36 PM - "CHRISTMAS 2011 - BIRTH OF A NEW TRADITION":


I'm all in... Some have been doing this for years.



As the holidays approach, the giant Asian factories are kicking into high gear to provide Americans with monstrous piles of cheaply produced goods -- merchandise that has been produced at the expense of American labor.

This year will be different. This year Americans will give the gift of genuine concern for other Americans. There is no longer an excuse that, at gift giving time, nothing can be found that is produced by American hands. Yes there is!

It's time to think outside the box, people. Who says a gift needs to fit in a shirt box, wrapped in Chinese produced wrapping paper?

Everyone -- yes EVERYONE gets their hair cut. How about gift certificates from your local American hair salon or barber? Gym membership? It's appropriate for all ages who are thinking about some health improvement.

Who wouldn't appreciate getting their car detailed? Small, American owned detail shops and car washes would love to sell you a gift certificate or a book of gift certificates.

Are you one of those extravagant givers who think nothing of plunking down the Benjamin's on a Chinese made flat-screen? Perhaps that grateful gift receiver would like his driveway sealed, or lawn mowed for the summer, or driveway plowed all winter, or games at the local golf course.

There are a bazillion owner-run restaurants -- all offering gift certificates. And, if your intended isn't the fancy eatery sort, what about a half dozen breakfasts at the local breakfast joint. Remember, folks this isn't about big National chains -- this is about supporting your home town Americans with their financial lives on the line to keep their doors open.

How many people couldn't use an oil change for their car, truck or motorcycle, done at a shop run by the American working guy?

Thinking about a heartfelt gift for mom? Mom would LOVE the services of a local cleaning lady for a day.

My computer could use a tune-up, and I KNOW I can find some young guy who is struggling to get his repair business up and running.

OK, you were looking for something more personal. Local crafts people spin their own wool and knit them into scarves. They make jewelry, and pottery and beautiful wooden boxes.

Plan your holiday outings at local, owner operated restaurants and leave your server a nice tip. And, how about going out to see a play or ballet at your hometown theater.

Musicians need love too, so find a venue showcasing local bands.

Honestly, people, do you REALLY need to buy another ten thousand Chinese lights for the house? When you buy a five dollar string of light, about fifty cents stays in the community. If you have those kinds of bucks to burn, leave the mailman, trash guy or babysitter a nice BIG tip.

You see, Christmas is no longer about draining American pockets so that China can build another glittering city. Christmas is now about caring about US, encouraging American small businesses to keep plugging away to follow their dreams. And, when we care about other Americans, we care about our communities, and the benefits come back to us in ways we couldn't imagine.

THIS is the new American Christmas tradition.

Forward this to everyone on your mailing list -- post it to discussion groups -- throw up a post on Craigslist in the Rants and Raves section in your city -- send it to the editor of your local paper and radio stations, and TV news departments. This is a revolution of caring about each other, and isn't that what Christmas is about?

   Thank you so much, Ladies; I like this, too!

  From Norris Perry (Warwick HS - '59) of VA - 11/07/11 - "A father, daughter and a dog":

A Father, Daughter and a Dog

(story by Catherine Moore)

Watch out! You nearly broad sided that car!" My father yelled at me. "Can't you do anything right?"

Those words hurt worse than blows. I turned my head toward the elderly man in the seat beside me, daring me to challenge him. A lump rose in my throat as I averted my eyes. I wasn't prepared for another battle.

"I saw the car, Dad. Please don't yell at me when I'm driving.."

My voice was measured and steady, sounding far calmer than I really felt.

Dad glared at me, then turned away and settled back. At home I left Dad in front of the television and went outside to collect my thoughts...dark, heavy clouds hung in the air with a promise of rain. The rumble of distant thunder seemed to echo my inner turmoil. What could I do about him?

Dad had been a lumberjack in Washington and Oregon. He had enjoyed being outdoors and had reveled in pitting his strength against the forces of nature. He had entered grueling lumberjack competitions, and had placed often. The shelves in his house were filled with trophies that attested to his prowess.

The years marched on relentlessly. The first time he couldn't lift a heavy log, he joked about it; but later that same day I saw him outside alone, straining to lift it. He became irritable whenever anyone teased him about his advancing age, or when he couldn't do something he had done as a younger man.

Four days after his sixty-seventh birthday, he had a heart attack. An ambulance sped him to the hospital while a paramedic administered CPR to keep blood and oxygen flowing.

At the hospital, Dad was rushed into an operating room. He was lucky; he survived. But something inside Dad died. His zest for life was gone. He obstinately refused to follow doctor's orders. Suggestions and offers of help were turned aside with sarcasm and insults. The number of visitors thinned, then finally stopped altogether. Dad was left alone.

My husband, Dick, and I asked Dad to come live with us on our small farm. We hoped the fresh air and rustic atmosphere would help him adjust.

Within a week after he moved in, I regretted the invitation. It seemed nothing was satisfactory. He criticized everything I did. I became frustrated and moody. Soon I was taking my pent-up anger out on Dick. We began to bicker and argue.

Alarmed, Dick sought out our pastor and explained the situation. The clergyman set up weekly counseling appointments for us. At the close of each session he prayed, asking God to soothe Dad 's troubled mind.

But the months wore on and God was silent. Something had to be done and it was up to me to do it.

The next day I sat down with the phone book and methodically called each of the mental health clinics listed in the Yellow Pages. I explained my problem to each of the sympathetic voices that answered in vain.

Just when I was giving up hope, one of the voices suddenly exclaimed, "I just read something that might help you! Let me go get the article."

I listened as she read. The article described a remarkable study done at a nursing home. All of the patients were under treatment for chronic depression. Yet their attitudes had improved dramatically when they were given responsibility for a dog.

I drove to the animal shelter that afternoon. After I filled out a questionnaire, a uniformed officer led me to the kennels. The odor of disinfectant stung my nostrils as I moved down the row of pens. Each contained five to seven dogs. Long-haired dogs, curly-haired dogs, black dogs, spotted dogs all jumped up, trying to reach me. I studied each one but rejected one after the other for various reasons too big, too small, too much hair. As I neared the last pen a dog in the shadows of the far corner struggled to his feet, walked to the front of the run and sat down. It was a pointer, one of the dog world's aristocrats. But this was a caricature of the breed.

Years had etched his face and muzzle with shades of gray. His hip bones jutted out in lopsided triangles. But it was his eyes that caught and held my attention. Calm and clear, they beheld me unwaveringly.

I pointed to the dog. "Can you tell me about him?" The officer looked, then shook his head in puzzlement. "He's a funny one. Appeared out of nowhere and sat in front of the gate. We brought him in, figuring someone would be right down to claim him. That was two weeks ago and we've heard nothing. His time is up tomorrow." He gestured helplessly.

As the words sank in I turned to the man in horror. "You mean you're going to kill him?"

"Ma'am," he said gently, "that's our policy. We don't have room for every unclaimed dog."

I looked at the pointer again. The calm brown eyes awaited my decision. "I'll take him," I said. I drove home with the dog on the front seat beside me.. When I reached the house I honked the horn twice. I was helping my prize out of the car when Dad shuffled onto the front porch. "Ta-da! Look what I got for you, Dad !" I said excitedly.

Dad looked, then wrinkled his face in disgust. "If I had wanted a dog I would have gotten one. And I would have picked out a better specimen than that bag of bones. Keep it! I don't want it!" Dad waved his arm scornfully and turned back toward the house.

Anger rose inside me. It squeezed together my throat muscles and pounded into my temples. "You'd better get used to him, Dad. He's staying!"

Dad ignored me. "Did you hear me, Dad?" I screamed. At those words Dad whirled angrily, his hands clenched at his sides, his eyes narrowed and blazing with hate. We stood glaring at each other like duelists, when suddenly the pointer pulled free from my grasp. He wobbled toward my dad and sat down in front of him. Then slowly, carefully, he raised his paw.

Dad's lower jaw trembled as he stared at the uplifted paw. Confusion replaced the anger in his eyes. The pointer waited patiently. Then Dad was on his knees hugging the animal.

It was the beginning of a warm and intimate friendship. Dad named the pointer Cheyenne. Together he and Cheyenne explored the community. They spent long hours walking down dusty lanes. They spent reflective moments on the banks of streams, angling for tasty trout. They even started to attend Sunday services together, Dad sitting in a pew and Cheyenne lying quietly at is feet.

Dad and Cheyenne were inseparable throughout the next three years. Dad 's bitterness faded, and he and Cheyenne made many friends. Then late one night I was startled to feel Cheyenne 's cold nose burrowing through our bed covers. He had never before come into our bedroom at night. I woke Dick, put on my robe and ran into my father's room. Dad lay in his bed, his face serene. But his spirit had left quietly sometime during the night.

Two days later my shock and grief deepened when I discovered Cheyenne lying dead beside Dad's bed. I wrapped his still form in the rag rug he had slept on. As Dick and I buried him near a favorite fishing hole, I silently thanked the dog for the help he had given me in restoring Dad 's peace of mind.

The morning of Dad's funeral dawned overcast and dreary. This day looks like the way I feel, I thought, as I walked down the aisle to the pews reserved for family. I was surprised to see the many friends Dad and Cheyenne had made filling the church. The pastor began his eulogy. It was a tribute to both Dad and the dog who had changed his life.

And then the pastor turned to Hebrews 13:2. "Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by this some have entertained angels without knowing it."

"I've often thanked God for sending that angel," he said.

For me, the past dropped into place, completing a puzzle that I had not seen before: the sympathetic voice that had just read the right article... Cheyenne 's unexpected appearance at the animal shelter... his calm acceptance and complete devotion to my father... and the proximity of their deaths. And suddenly I understood. I knew that God had answered my prayers after all.

Life is too short for drama or petty things, so laugh hard, love truly and forgive quickly. Live While You Are Alive. Forgive now those who made you cry. You might not get a second time.

And if you don't send this to at least 4 people ---nobody cares? But do share this with someone.
Lost time can never be found.

God answers our prayers in His time.......not ours!!!

       AMEN! Thank you so much, Norris Sweetie!


From - 11/07/11:

A spouse is someone who'll stand by you through all the trouble you wouldn't have had if you'd stayed single. 


1. Thursday, December 1, 2011 - The NNHS Class of 1955 holds Lunch Bunch gatherings on the first Thursday of every month at Steve & John's Steak House on Jefferson Avenue just above Denbigh Boulevard in Newport News at 11:00 AM. The luncheon is not limited to just the Class of '55; if you have friends in that year, go visit with them.

2. Wednesday, December 14, 2011 - The NNHS Class of June 1942 meets at noon on the second Wednesday of every other month for a Dutch treat lunch at the James River Country Club, 1500 Country Club Road. PLEASE JOIN THEM. Give or take a few years makes no difference. Good conversation, food and atmosphere. For details, call Jennings Bryan at 803-7701 for reservations.

3. Saturday, January 7, 2012 - 11:00 AM - The NNHS Breakfast Bunch will host a Breakfast Bunch Brunch at the Warwick Restaurant, 12306 Warwick Boulevard, (across from CNU) Newport News, Virginia 23606. "Please come join them for a Dutch Treat Brunch featuring a lot of 'War Stories' and maybe a lie or two. Everyone is welcome so bring your wife, husband, boy friend, girl friend, class mate, school friend or whomever you choose." Please RSVP to Bill Roady at or call him at 757-595-0716 so they have a head count.

PRAYER ROLL: - updated 10/22/11

BLOG: - updated 03/13/11

Carol Buckley Harty
7020 Lure Court
Fayetteville, NC 28311-9309


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Even Now

Words by Marty Panzer

Music by Barry Manilow (b. 17 June 1943)

Recorded by Barry Manilow, 1978

Even now
When there’s someone else who cares
When there’s someone home who’s waiting just for me
Even now I think about you as I’m climbing up the stairs
And I wonder what to do so she won’t see
That even now
When I know it wasn’t right
And I found a better life than what we had
Even now I wakeup crying in the middle of the night
And I can’t believe it still could hurt so bad


Even now when I have come so far
I wonder where you are
I wonder why it’s still so hard without you
Even now when I come shining through
I swear I think of you
And how I wish you knew
Even now

Even now
When I never hear your name
And the world has changed so much since you been gone
Even now I still remember and the feeling’s still the same
And the pain inside of me goes on and on
Even now

Even now when I have come so far
I wonder where you are
I wonder why it’s still so hard without you
Even now when I come shining through
I swear I think of you
And God I wish you knew
Some how
Even now

"Even Now" midi courtesy of - 11/06/07

"Even Now" lyrics courtesy of - 11/06/07

Animated Broken Heart Clip art courtesy of - 11/06/07

 Bow and Hearts Divider Line clip art courtesy of - uh, well, I dunno, but it's been in my files since 09/01/05

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!!

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!

Animated USMC Flag clip art courtesy of - 06/18/03

Twirling Dollar Bill clip art courtesy of - 09/01/05

Animated BOO-HOO courtesy of Glenn Dye ('60) of TX - 08/28/09
Thanks, Glenn!

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