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12/04/14 - NNHS Newsletter - Rķu, Rķu, Chķu

“Behold, a virgin shall be with child, and shall bring forth a son,
and they shall call his name Emmanuel,
which being interpreted is, God with us.

- Matthew 1: 23

Dear Friends and Schoolmates, 

   Today's Newsletter theme is a Renaissance carol from Spain.

BONUS #1 - - Rķu, Rķu, Chķu - Matthew Hoch, baritone, The Shorter Chorale (Martha Shaw, conductor), 15th Annual Feaste of Caroles, Saturday, November 17, 2007

BONUS #2 - - Rķu, Rķu, Chķu - Kalenda Maya

BONUS #3 - - Rķu, Rķu, Chķu - The Monkees, 1967


Rķu Rķu Chķu, also known as Rķu Chķu, is a Spanish villancico that has attained some contemporary fame as a Christmas carol.

The villancico is attributed by some sources[1] to Mateo Flecha the Elder, who died in 1553; it has also been described as anonymous.[2] The song also bears a strong resemblance to another villancico, Falalanlera, by Bartomeu Cąrceres, a Catalan composer.[3] It is known from a single source, the Cancionero de Upsala, published in 1556 in Venice; a unique copy is preserved at the library of the University of Uppsala. The song appears as the fortieth song of that collection.[4] Daniel R. Melamed described the song as "redoutable", and mentions it as a contender for the best known piece of Renaissance music.[5]

The nonsense syllables rķu rķu chķu are often taken to represent the song of a nightingale,[6] but are more appropriately heard as the predator call of a kingfisher.[7]

The basic theme of the song is the nativity of Christ and the Immaculate Conception...


   Happy Birthday today to William D. Dangler ('57) of VA AND    Howard Williamson (Hampton HS - '63) of VA!

   Happy Birthday tomorrow to Eugene Peters ('57) AND the late    Gene Peters ('57) (deceased - 07/24/09) AND        Melody Clendenin DeBerry (Warwick HS - '66) of VA!

   Happy Birthday this week to:

06 - Frances Scheinman Berkman ('57);

07 -   Jay Styles ('68) of VA AND  Janice Pratt McGrew (Hampton HS - '67) of VA AND    Tim Parsons ('73) of VA;

09 - Shirley Smith Langston ('57) AND Joan Gardner ('63);

10 -     John Murden ('60) of VA AND   Glen Davenport ('63) of VA;

11 -   Helen Bost Rainelle ('72) of FL! 

   Many Happy Returns, One and All!


December 04, 1939 - World War II: HMS Nelson was struck by a mine (laid by U-31) off the Scottish coast and was laid up for repairs until August 1940.

December 04, 1942 - U.S. bombers attacked the Italian mainland for the first time during World War II.

December 04, 1942 - Holocaust: In Warsaw, Zofia Kossak-Szczucka and Wanda Krahelska-Filipowicz set up the Żegota organization.

December 04, 1942 - Carlson's patrol during the Guadalcanal Campaign ended.

December 04, 1943 - In Yugoslavia, resistance leader Marshal Tito proclaimed a provisional democratic Yugoslav government in-exile.

December 04, 1943 - U.S. President Franklin D. Roosevelt closed down the Works Progress Administration, because of the high levels of wartime employment in the United States.


Friday, December 04, 1964 - Singer-songwriter Sertab Erener was born in Istanbul, Turkey.

Friday, December 04, 1964 - Actor and director Jonathan Goldstein was born Jonathan Lewis Goldstein in Manhattan, New York City, New York.

Friday, December 04, 1964 - Rugby player and sportscaster Scott Hastings was born in Edinburgh, Scotland.

Friday, December 04, 1964 - Actress Chelsea Noble was born Nancy Mueller in Cheektowaga, New York.

Friday, December 04, 1964 - Actress Marisa Tomei was born in Brooklyn, New York.

From Kitty Dichtel Heffington (Ferguson HS - '73) of VA - 12/03/14:

Carol... Thank you so much again. When you have your reunion up here next year, I want to come over and meet you.

I am thankful to the many NN high school people who told me about you and your great
newsletter and I want to pass it on.....

I certainly hope that you are feeling better! Thank you so much again for listing events (like our Women's Conference at church) and charity events that I have sent to you over the years!!

   Thank you so much, Kitty! Of course anything could happen over the next ten months or so before our reunion, but at present I regrettably have no plans whatsoever to attend. I simply do not feel well enough to make the trip. I feel, ahh, how shall I say this, diminished (except in size...).

   A great example of how I feel happened last evening. We had an appointment last night at church to see our bishop. As we were approaching the foyer, we could see a number of our friends on the sofas and easy chairs. I must have looked particularly "fabulous" hobbling in with my grandmother's cane, gripping Paul's arm for dear life, because my dear friend,   Alma, started to rise and began offering me her seat.

   Alma is - and I am not making this up - 86 years old!!! Oh, the humanity!

   I said, "Alma, if I were to take your seat, I could never, ever forgive myself!"

   She said, "Well, I wouldn't want that," and sat back down while I found another seat.

   I'll go to the doctor next week and have some fresh lab work done...

   Meanwhile, your friends are certainly welcome to join us here online!

        From My Husband, Paul Harty (Bardolph HS, IL - '61) of NC - 12/03/14 - "I didn't know about this!!":

Once a Year at 11:11 am the Sun Shines Perfectly on this Memorial

   WOWZERONI! I never heard about this, either! Thanks so much, Haul Party!

       From My Daughter, Adrienne Harty (Hillsboro HS, IL / American School, IL) of NC - 12/03/14:

  It's true, huh? lol I love ya, Mama!

    What? MOI?!? Weird? Ah, well, I suppose you have me there, Beebee! But you must admit, we weirdoes DO have more fun!

Being weird is "the besssst. I LOVE IT!". Don't forget to say that like Nacho while you read it. lol

     I love you, too! Thanks, Adrienne!


From My Friend, Kelley, of AL - 12/03/14 - "Good Advice":

  INDEED! Thanks, Kelley!

From My Friend, Jim, of NV - 12/03/14 - "Southern Strawberry Punch Bowl Cake":

  Southern Strawberry Punch Bowl Cake


1 yellow cake mix
1 (6 oz.) pkg. instant vanilla pudding
1 lg. can crushed pineapple, drained
2 (10 oz.) pkgs. frozen strawberries
2 bananas
1 (16 oz.) carton Cool Whip


Bake cake in two round cake pans and set aside to cool. Make pudding and set in refrigerator to get cold. Cut one layer of cake in small chunks; put in punch bowl. Spread half of pudding on top; then add half of pineapple and one package strawberries. Slice one banana on top; half of Cool Whip, spreading to cover completely. Repeat with the other layer the same - ending with Cool Whip. Let set in refrigerator overnight.


 OOH! Thank you, Jim!

  From Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of VA - 12/01/14 - "NO BAKE OATMEAL COOKIES":



2 cups sugar
4 tablespoons cocoa
1 stick butter
1/2 cup milk
1 cup peanut butter
1 tablespoon vanilla
3 cups oatmeal

Waxed paper


In a heavy saucepan bring to a boil, the sugar, cocoa, butter and milk. Let boil for 1 minute then add peanut butter, vanilla and oatmeal. On a sheet of waxed paper, drop mixture by the teaspoonfuls, until cooled and hardened.

   OHH! Thanks, Joyce!

     From Me ('65) of NC - 12/04/14 - "The True History of Chocolate Slop":

   After 30 years, the true story can at last be told. Then again, I may have told it many, many times before. Who really knows?

   It all began exactly 30-1/2 years ago this week, in June of 1984 - and it began with the very same delicious cookie recipe above that Joyce shared with us above.

          My Cousin, Cheryl (White Wilson - James Blair HS / John Marshall HS - '64 - of VA) mentioned it in the 11/25/14 Newsletter:

"And we shall have chocolate slop the rest of our days."

   But the moment for explanations had not arrived.

   As our story begins,           our #6 son, Dale (Harty - Hillsboro HS, IL / American School, IL - '02 - of CA) was exactly six months  old, and barely having his first few tastes of solid food, and        our only daughter, Adrienne (Harty - Hillsboro HS, IL / American School, IL - of NC) was not yet born, so their contributions to the story do not apply to these origins. It started with the five older boys, who at this time ranged in age from 13 to four years of age.

   They developed an inordinate fondness (and let me say now, that that's a gross understatement of the truth) for these cookies. They wanted some every day. Every single day. They wanted never to be without access to its goodness. It was determined that it would be far more efficacious that rather than wasting time dropping the mixture into cookie shapes and letting them form atop waxed paper, the precious gooeyness simply be divided into bowls where it could be nursed for hours by the lucky recipients.

   With such a system, one can readily imagine that the stock of ingredients might be depleted be it could be replenished, and that's exactly what happened.

   The first to vanish was the oatmeal, but we found that granola made an excellent substitute, and added extra nutrition.

   Next to go - and before the oatmeal was restocked - was the sugar. They opted to use brown sugar. This was less successful, because not only was it even too sweet for these little darlings (let alone their junkie parents), it altered the flavor substantially. They ate it anyway.

   Very soon thereafter, the cocoa was gone, too. Hmmm. We had in our pantry a strange chocolate substance from which could be made either hot cocoa or chocolate pudding, but it was in no wise a substitute for baking cocoa. I thought surely this would put an end to this summer insanity, but in that I did err. I assured the five boys that to simultaneously substitute three ingredients in a seven-ingredient recipe was to court disaster, but my logic fell on deaf ears. Thinking that experience is often the best teacher, I let them proceed with their experiment, which they did with great gusto.

   When the moment of tasting arrived,            our #1 son, Lewis (Harty - Hillsboro HS, MO / Hillsboro HS, IL - '89 - of IL) took a big bite, made a horrified face, and uttered the words which took an honored and immortal place in our family's lexicon, "These aren't cookies! This is just Chocolate... SLOP!"

   One would think the story would end here, that this experience would forever quench their desire for this delicacy. One would be wrong. They simply vowed never to attempt it unless they had all of the REAL ingredients handy. The Chocolate Slop name stuck, and bowls remained the preferred method of distribution.

   Seven years passed.        Our #4 son, Joshua (Harty - Hillsboro HS, IL - '95 - of IL), was now 14, and well on his way to his present height of 6"7". He is so fond of Chocolate Slop, he wrote a song which he would sing whenever he thought the time had arrived to make another batch. It had few words, but they were fraught with meaning and the tune was compelling:

 ♫♪ Choco-late Slop, Slop, Slop! ♫♪ 
Choco-late Slop, Slop, Slop!
Da-de-dah, da-de-dah-dah,
Choco-late Slop, Slop, Slop!

   Rather than nag someone (such as ME) to make it, he would sing the Chocolate Slop song in a deep voice or simply play it on the piano, which could be more readily heard throughout the house. After he bought a bass guitar, that was even more effective, as he could hover over me smiling and play the now familiar chords until I submitted because I was too sore from laughing to resist any longer.

   We can all still sing that song. We all still love Chocolate Slop on occasion. In fact, Paul made Adrienne and me a batch on Tuesday. Thanks, Haul Party!

        From My Husband, Paul Harty (Bardolph HS, IL - '61) of NC - 11/22/14 - "FAMILY PORTRAITS (#10 in a series of 18)":

  AWW! Thanks, Dools!


From My Friend, Tammy, of NC - 12/04/14 - "Daily Christmas Story (#4 in a Series of 24)":

This year I decided to share some of my favorite Christmas stories and quotes. It is a tradition in our family to read a Christmas story every night in December culminating with the Nativity on the 24th.

Christmas Story Day 4, Thoughts on Joseph by Jeffrey R. Holland

As a father I have recently begun to think more often of Joseph, that strong, silent, almost unknown man who must have been more worthy than any other mortal man to be the guiding foster father of the living Son of God. It was Joseph selected from among all men who would teach Jesus to work. It was Joseph who taught him the books of the law. It was Joseph who, in the seclusion of the shop, helped him begin to understand who he was and ultimately what he was to become.

I was a student ... just finishing my first year of graduate work when our first child, a son, was born. We were very poor, though not so poor as Joseph and Mary. My wife and I were both going to school, both holding jobs, and in addition worked as head residents in an off-campus apartment complex to help defray our rent. We drove a little Volkswagen which had a half-dead battery because we couldn’t afford a new one (Volkswagen or battery).

Nevertheless, when I realized that our own night of nights was coming, I believe I would have done any honorable thing in this world, and mortgaged any future I had, to make sure my wife had the clean sheets, the sterile utensils, the attentive nurses, and the skilled doctors who brought forth our firstborn son. If she or that child had needed special care at the Mayo Clinic, I believe I would have ransomed my very life to get it.

I compare those feelings (which I have had with each succeeding child) with what Joseph must have felt as he moved through the streets of a city not his own, with not a friend or kinsman in sight, nor anyone willing to extend a helping hand. In these very last and most painful hours of her “confinement,” Mary had ridden or walked approximately 100 miles from Nazareth in Galilee to Bethlehem in Judea. Surely Joseph must have wept at her silent courage. Now, alone and unnoticed, they had to descend from human company to a stable, a grotto full of animals, there to bring forth the Son of God.

I wonder what emotions Joseph might have had as he cleared away the dung and debris. I wonder if he felt the sting of tears as he hurriedly tried to find the cleanest straw and hold the animals back. I wonder if he wondered: “Could there be a more unhealthy, a more disease-ridden, a more despicable circumstance in which a child could be born? Is this a place fit for a king? Should the mother of the Son of God be asked to enter the valley of the shadow of death in such a foul and unfamiliar place as this? Is it wrong to wish her some comfort? Is it right He should be born here?”

But I am certain Joseph did not mutter and Mary did not wail. They knew a great deal and did the best they could.

Perhaps these parents knew even then that in the beginning of His mortal life, as well as in the end, this baby son born to them would have to descend beneath every human pain and disappointment. He would do so to help those who also felt they had been born without advantage.

     Thank you so very much, Tammy!

BONUS CHRISTMAS CROCHET PATTERNS: - Tammy C. Hildebrand's Mr. and Mrs. Frosty -
Holly Table Runner -
Marilyn Coleman's Holly Stocking -
Mary Jane Protus' Pinwheels for Table & Tree

BONUS RECIPES (Sorry; not theme-related): - Chewy Coconut Macaroons - "So easy to make, and so versatile - you'll want to try all the variations included with this recipe!" - Chewy Coconut Cookies - "Lots of coconut and sugar make these cookies chewy and delicious." - Coconut Macaroons III - "This recipe has won many 1st place ribbons at my state fair. They are very simple to make."

     From Me ('65) of NC - 12/03/08:

   This cookie - candy recipe is soooo yummy - and great for taking caroling to your friends!

Saltine Cracker Surprise

35 square saltine crackers
1 cup brown sugar
1 cup butter (NO margarine!)
2 cups chocolate chips
1/3 cup chopped pecans

   Cover a cookie sheet with aluminum foil, and place the saltines on top. Melt the brown sugar with the butter in a pan, stir, and boil hard for two minutes. Pour over the crackers and bake at 350 degrees F. for 5 minutes. Immediately cover the crackers with the chocolate chips. As the chocolate melts, spread it over the crackers. Sprinkle the chopped nuts on the top and chill. Peel off the foil and break the candy into pieces. Store in the refrigerator or freezer.


From - 12/03/14:
Dolphins are so intelligent that within a few weeks of captivity they can train a man to stand on the edge of their pool and throw them fish three times a day. 


1. Thursday, December 4, 2014 - The NNHS Class of 1962 Dinner Get Together - 6:30 PM at Angelo's on J. Clyde Morris Boulevard. CONTACT: Fran Heath Scott at 757-813-0446 or email:

2. Wednesday, January 14, 2015 - 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.

PRAYER ROLL: - updated 11/27/14

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Fayetteville, NC 28311-9309


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Rķu, Rķu, Chķu

Written in Castellano Antiguo (Old Spanish) by Mateo Flecha the Elder

Rķu, rķu, chķu, la guarda ribera
Dios guardó el lobo de nuestra cordera
Dios guardó el lobo de nuestra cordera

El lobo rabioso la quiso morder
Mas Dios poderoso la supo defender
Quķsola hacer que no pudiese pecar
Ni aun original esta Virgen no tuviera

(Estribillo 2x)

Éste que es nacido es el gran monarca
Cristo patriarca de carne vestido
Hanos redimido con se hacer chiquito
Aunque era infinito, finito se hiciera

(Estribillo 2x)

River, river, the shepherd by the river
God guarded our sheep from the wolf
God guarded our sheep from the wolf

The raging wolf tried to bite her
But powerful God knew how to defend her
He wanted to make her so that she could not sin
This Virgin did not even have original sin

(Chorus 2x)

This one who is born is the great monarch
Christ the Father made flesh
He has redeemed us by making himself small
Although he was infinite, he made himself finite

(Chorus 2x)

"Rķu, Rķu, Chķu" midi (sequenced by Curtis Clark) courtesy of - 11/05/08

"Rķu, Rķu, Chķu" lyrics courtesy of - 12/03/08

Medieval Image of King David courtesy of - 12/03/08

Celtic Interlace clip art used to form Divider Lines courtesy of - 12/03/08

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

Hampton High School's Crab clip art courtesy of - 10/02/05
Replaced courtesy of - 02/17/09

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!

Marine Corps Seal clip art courtesy of the late Herbert Hice of MI Famous Marines who served in the South Pacific during WWII.
Thanks again, Herbie!!

Ferguson High School's Anchor clip art courtesy of Steve Silsby (FHS - '72) of NC - 12/14/05
Thanks, Steve!

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!

American School Logo courtesy of - 09/05/06

Animated "Happy Little Rabbits We Are" clip art courtesy of - 04/25/09

Hillsboro (MO) High School's Hawks logo courtesy of - 09/20/13

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

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