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12/09/14 - NNHS Newsletter -
Once in Royal David's City
“And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judæa, unto the city of David,
which is called Bethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David:) To be taxed with Mary
his espoused wife, being great with child.
And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished
that she should be delivered. And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes,
and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.

- Luke 2:4-7

Dear Friends and Schoolmates, 

   I hope your lives are full and happy and bustling with excitement!  

   This is one of my favorite Christmas carols.  It's not exciting, except in its message of joy, but it does fill my heart with a peaceful, gentle spirit of love.

BONUS #1 - - Once in Royal David's City - King's College Cambridge

BONUS #2 - - Once in Royal David's City - The Mormon Tabernacle Choir

BONUS #3 - - Once in Royal David's City - Jonathan and Charlotte


Once in Royal David's City is a Christmas carol originally written as poem by Cecil Frances Alexander. The carol was first published in 1848 in Miss Cecil Humphreys' hymnbook Hymns for little Children. A year later, the English organist Henry John Gauntlett discovered the poem and set it to music.[1] Cecil Alexander, meanwhile, married the Anglican clergyman William Alexander in 1848 and upon her husband's consecration became a bishop's wife in 1867.[1] She is also remembered for her hymn All Things Bright and Beautiful.

Since 1919, the Festival of Nine Lessons and Carols at the King's College Chapel Cambridge has begun its Christmas Eve service, with Dr Arthur Henry Mann's arrangement of "Once in Royal David's City" as the Processional hymn.[1] Mann was organist at King's between 1876–1929.[2] In his arrangement, the first verse is sung by a boy chorister of the Choir of King's Chapel as a solo. The second verse is sung by the choir, and the congregation joins in the third verse. Excluding the first verse, the hymn is accompanied by the organ. This carol was the first recording that the King's College Choir under Boris Ord made for EMI in 1948.[3] Among others who have recorded it are Mary Chapin Carpenter, The Chieftains, Daniel O'Donnell, The Mormon Tabernacle Choir, Petula Clark, Jethro Tull, Sinéad O'Connor and Sufjan Stevens and most recently St. Paul's Choir School.


  Happy Birthday today to Shirley Smith Langston ('57) AND Joan Gardner ('63)!

   Happy Birthday tomorrow to     John Murden ('60) of VA AND   Glen Davenport ('63) of VA!

   Happy Birthday this week to:

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

12 -   Mary Massey Lyle ('61) of NJ AND      Marcus C. Higgins ('65) of AZ AND       Tom Norris (Hampton HS - '73) AND    My Former Daughter-in-Law, Bethany Winona McAllister (Siuslaw HS, OR - '94) of UT;

13 - Kay Davis Smith ('57);

14 - Elizabeth Mitchell Hedgepeth ('57) AND   Kathie Avant Taylor ('64) of GA;

15 - Jewell Hamner Crowe ('57) AND        Buster Vest ('63) of VA;

16 -   Betty Brockwell McClure ('58) of VA!

   Many Happy Returns, One and All! 


   Hit #142,500 was made by an unknown user sometime in early December 2014 when I was totally unaware...


December 09, 1940 - Operation Compass British and Indian troops under the command of Major-General Richard O'Connor attacked Italian forces near Sidi Barrani in Egypt, opening their first major offensive in North Africa.

December 09, 1941 - The Republic of China, Cuba, Guatemala, the Provisional Government of the Republic of Korea, and the Philippine Commonwealth, declared war on Germany and Japan.

December 09, 1941 - The 19th Bombardment Group attacked Japanese ships off the coast of Vigan, Luzon.

December 09, 1946 - The "Subsequent Nuremberg Trials" began with the "Doctors' Trial", prosecuting doctors alleged to be involved in human experimentation.

December 09, 1961 - The trial of Nazi Adolf Eichmann in Israel ended with verdicts of guilty on 15 criminal charges, including charges of crimes against humanity, crimes against the Jewish people and membership of an outlawed organization.


Wednesday, December 09, 1964 - Actor and singer Hape Kerkeling was born Hans Peter Wilhelm Kerkeling in Recklinghausen, West Germany.

Wednesday, December 09, 1964 - Journalist and sportscaster Johannes B. Kerner was born Johannes Baptist Kerner in Bonn, Germany.

Wednesday, December 09, 1964 - Guitarist (Rammstein, Feeling B, and First Arsch) Paul Landers was born in East Berlin, East Germany.

Wednesday, December 09, 1964 - Poet and critic Edith Sitwell (b. Edith Louisa Sitwell on 07 Sept 1887 in Scarborough, North Yorkshire, England) died in London, England at the age of 77.

  From Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of VA - 12/08/14:

  ABSOLUTELY! Thanks, Joyce!

  From Wayne Agee ('58) of FL - 12/08/14 - "A Special Christmas Poem....Beautiful":

A Special Christmas Poem....Beautiful

This had to be written by someone with great feelings.!

   Thank you so much, Wayne! This is beautiful!

        From My Husband, Paul Harty (Bardolph HS, IL - '61) of NC - 12/08/14 - "U-2 Pilot":

Quite a story.
Men like this guy never get any attention in the press, and that's how they prefer it.
Unfortunately, but understandably, not all U-2 pilots survived to tell their stories in their old age.


Cliff Beeler was a spy.

He didn’t hang out on shadowy street corners with his trench coat collar obscuring his face. The Air Force major, now retired, spent his snooping time in a plane.
Beeler, 88, of Riverside, was a U-2 pilot at the height of the Cold War.

His missions took him over Russia, Cuba and China, photographing targets from nearly 80,000 feet up.
His planes crashed more than once. He was occasionally targeted by MIG fighters, and he once landed on and took off from an aircraft carrier in the Pacific using only a few feet of the deck.

Beeler, who grew up in Santa Ana and spent most of his retirement in Santa Barbara, is a resident of Air Force Village West, near March Air Reserve Base. Recent back surgery has left him reliant on a walker, but his memories are as vibrant as ever.
He remembers enlisting at 19, learning to fly a P-51 fighter and being on his way to Saipan to get ready for the invasion of Japan . Then the United States dropped its atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki ....


The war was over, and Beeler was sent home. Unlike many of his fellow pilots who left the service, Beeler stayed in. He learned to fly the Air Force’s first jets and then trained others to fly them.
Then the U-2 program caught his eye. “I wanted to fly the latest,” he said.
There were never more than 24 pilots in the program, he said. In 1958, he entered the program. He spent seven years flying missions high above the Earth — out of the range of other planes and most other defenses — in the long-winged, lightweight plane.
It was not an easy task, he said.
As a plane climbs in altitude and the air thins, it must go faster to avoid a stall. The higher it climbs, the faster it needs to fly. Above 70,000 feet, the critical stall speed approaches the plane’s Mach speed, or the speed of sound — somewhere above 650 mph at that altitude. If that barrier is crossed, the shock waves can break the plane apart. U-2 pilots usually had a window of less than 12 mph between the two speeds. They had to keep the plane within that window for hours at a time.

Beeler learned the hard way what it meant to violate that window. He was above Louisiana on a night flight when he reached Mach speed.
“It tore the tail off,” he said. “The plane flipped over, and that tore the wing off.”
The plane fell apart, he said, and at 78,000 feet, “I’m out in space. That’s a long way down.”
Fortunately, he was in a pressure suit with oxygen and had a parachute. After a long freefall, he opened his chute and found himself floating toward the ground. To his right, he could see lights on the ground. To his left, the same. But beneath him, all was black.
He remembered he was over Louisiana
“I said, ‘That looks like a swamp.’ ”
It was.

"I landed in a big cypress tree," he said. My chute got caught and swung me into the trunk.
Telling the story, Beeler reached down toward his calf, “I always kept a double-bladed knife in my pocket,” he said. He was able to cut himself free of the parachute and use the ties to lash himself to the tree.

He took off his helmet and dropped it into the darkness below. There was a distant splash.
“All I could think about was alligators and cottonmouths in the swamp,” he said.
Lucky for Beeler, the breakup of his plane had been spotted on radar. Within an hour and a half a rescue helicopter was overhead.
Another close call came over Cuba ..

Beeler said MIG jets would fly beneath the U-2 planes, at about 50,000 feet. The fighter pilots would sometimes attempt to reach the spy planes by turning on their afterburners and flying straight up, higher than the Mugs were capable of operating effectively.
A Cuban pilot’s effort was particularly memorable, Beeler said.
“I look back and there’s this MIG tumbling about 50 feet off my wing,” he said. The plane was so close that he could see the pilot’s face.
Remembering, Beeler turned his hand cockeyed in front of his face. “His goggles were like this and his face was … ” The sentence ends in a grimace, Beeler’s eyes and mouth wide. “He was sure scared up there.”

Beeler took the U-2 on numerous missions over Cuba, providing information on the country’s armaments and the strength of its air force. Images from U-2 flights, he said, showed that Castro had only a few dozen bombers instead of the more than 400 he had claimed.
At one point, Beeler said, President John F. Kennedy stopped by the U-2 headquarters in Del Rio, Texas, to talk to the pilots.
“He said, ‘You guys gave me information that prevented World War III at least twice,’ ” Beeler said.

Sometimes the U-2’s high resolution, long-range camera captured images that had nothing to do with national security.
During one Cuban mission, Beeler spent some time following the coastline. Afterward, he was called into the lab by the man in charge of analyzing the film.
“He showed me a picture of this Cuban gal sunbathing nude on the beach,” Beeler said. “It was so clear I could see she had blue eyes. The analyst said, ‘The only film these guys want to work with is your film.’ ”
Returning from another mission, he took some images over San Diego. Later, he was shown a photo of a man sitting in his backyard reading the paper.
“I could read the headline on the newspaper,” he said.

Beeler is semi-famous among pilots for landing his U-2 on an aircraft carrier. The landing followed a mission over northeast Russia . The U-2’s 80-foot wingspan meant it could only go a short distance before it collided with the superstructure of the ship. Because of the ship’s speed and a headwind, Beeler said he was able to touch down and come to a stop in about five feet.
“When I came aboard they had a ceremony welcoming the Air Force into the Navy. I said, ‘I don’t have much I like about the Navy except one thing,’ ” he said. That one thing was the Navy pilots’ leather jackets. Before he left the ship the following day, the captain had given him one.
It lasted.
“I gave it to my son last week,” he said.

Among the military photos and plaques on the wall of his room is a framed row of medals from his service, including the Distinguished Service Cross.
He points to the photo of one plane, a B-46.
“It was the God-almighty bomber,” he said. But he declined a chance to fly those planes.
“I didn’t like the mission,” he said. “Go out and drop bombs. I wanted to shoot things up.”
After he left the service, in 1965, Beeler said he worked on the Apollo 5 program for three years. He was in charge of purchasing the equipment for the swing arm on the launch tower, he said.

He spent the next 25 years selling airplanes. He had his own dealership in the Santa Barbara area.
When his wife, Mary, developed Alzheimer’s disease, he retired to take care of her. After five years, he felt he needed help, so he moved with her to Air Force Village West, which has a nursing home on its campus.
“She lasted 11 days after I brought her here,” Beeler said. “I guess I kept her about as long as I could.”
The couple, who were married for 65 years, had two sons. The elder son lives in Corona and comes to see him most days, Beeler said.
For Veterans Day, he said, he doesn’t have any big plans.
“I’ll probably sleep late,” he said.


   WOWZERONI! Thanks, Haul Party!

  From Margaret Elmore Tolly ('58) of VA - 12/08/14 - "Wendy's Chili":

Wendy's Chili - Save this recipe for a crisp fall day...


2 pounds fresh ground beef
1 quart or 1 (29-ounce) can tomato juice
1 (15-ounce) can tomato purée
1 (15-ounce) can red kidney beans, drained
1 can pinto beans, drained
medium-large onion, chopped (about 1 1/2 cups)
1/2 cup diced celery
1/4 cup diced green bell pepper
1/4 cup chili powder (use less for milder chili)
1 teaspoon ground cumin (use more for real flavor)
1 1/2 teaspoons garlic powder
1 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon ground black pepper
1/2 teaspoon dried oregano
1/2 teaspoon sugar
1/8 teaspoon cayenne pepper


In a large skillet, brown the ground beef. Drain off the fat. Put the beef and the remaining ingredients in a 6-quart pot. Cover the pot and let the chili simmer for 1 to 1 1/2 hours, stirring every 15 minutes.

   WOWZERS! Thank you, Margaret!

From My Friend, Jennifer, of NC - 12/08/14:

  INDEED! Thanks, Jennifer!

      From My Niece, Shari, of VA - 12/07/14 - "Food Facts, An Interesting Story, Coconut Oil & Stuff":
Anna Kendrick - Cups (Pitch Perfect's "When I'm Gone")



A grandmother overheard her 5-year-old granddaughter playing "wedding." The wedding vows went like this:

"You have the right to remain silent, anything you say may be held against you, you have the right to have an attorney present. You may kiss the bride."

*-------------- Guaranteed to Roll Your Eyes --------------*

When I was young I dreamed of being a test pilot. Flying higher, faster, farther. Risking my life for the science of aviation. But when I grew up I found out I wasn't qualified because of my poor eyesight. Now I work in a post office which gives me many of the same thrills.

I'm always pushing the envelope!


Quotes Of Value

"Christmas is doing a little something extra for someone."
~ Charles M. Schulz.

"And when it rains on your parade, look up rather than down. Without the rain, there would be no rainbow."
~ G.K. Chesterton.


Random Facts

We have all (or at least most of us have) heard that the tomato is technically a fruit, not a vegetable. It was also the first genetically engineered whole product and went on the market in 1994.

But there are other common food misconceptions you may not know about...

The banana tree is not a true fruit at all but a giant herb, and the banana is actually its berry. A banana plant produces only one bunch or "hand" in its life, but that bunch may have between 100 to 400 bananas.

White chocolate actually contains no chocolate. Its ingredients are; sugar, cocoa butter, milk, vanilla and lecithin.


From Looking Good

1. Relieve the Effects of Food Poisoning- Take 2-3 tablespoons of Coconut Oil with orange juice every day. With the oils antiviral, antimicrobial actions, it can defeat almost any illness.

2. Reduce Fine Lines/Wrinkles- Coconut Oil's biologically active components have been shown to increase collagen crosslinking. This is why it helps reduce fine lines/wrinkles. Apply it twice daily using only a little amount and rub it in thoroughly.

3. Improve Circulation- When taken internally, Coconut Oil may help improve blood flow. It increases the "good" cholesterol levels, helping to even out the bad levels. Start with 1/2 a tablespoon a day and work up to 1 tablespoon.

4. Unstick a Zipper- Apply a bit of Coconut Oil to the stuck part of a zipper, rub it in, and Voila! Your zipper will be as good as new.

5. Tattoo Moisturizer/Healer- Coconut Oil instead of Jelly or Vaseline will help soothe itching around the tattoo as it heals, reduces smothering of the skin, moisturizes the tattoo, and goes on smooth, instead of gummy.

6. Fight Acne- Some people find themselves with Propionibacterium acne. An all natural way to reduce the overgrowth is by applying a bit of Coconut Oil as a cleaner.

7. Help Heal A Bruise- Coconut Oil helps speed up the healing of tissue when used externally, or even internally, and can repair tissue damage while helping to reduce or heal completely in less time.

8. Minimize Heartburn- By swallowing 2 teaspoons of Coconut Oil it can help reduce heartburn. It coats the belly and helps get the bile taste out of the mouth.

9. Reduce Dandruff- In some cases, dandruff is more than a dry, flaky scalp. It is actually a build up of fungus. By using Coconut Oil 2-3 times a week it will help keep the itching and flaking at bay.

10. Fight Ringworm- To apply, wash hands before and after application, rinse the infected area with water, and pat dry before rubbing in a small amount of Coconut Oil up to 3 times daily to help fight the fungus.

There are hundreds of uses for Coconut Oil, for pets, for beauty, for cleaning as well as so much more!


Cruising in Paradise

The sign read, "Guests on a cruise gain an average of 7 to 10 pounds during a cruise."

I stared at the sign posted in front of the fitness center of the cruise ship as my wife and I were on a cruise.

"Seven to ten pounds, that's a lot of weight," I thought. That's a pound or more per day. It was a MountainWings Moment.

A cruise represents as close to earthly paradise as the average person will get. You don't have to work at all. You have a room steward, a personal waiter and some cabins even have a butler.

You can call at any time of the day or night and have room service delivered at no extra charge. You can order an unlimited number of entrees and desserts at breakfast, lunch and dinner.

You can have as much as you want on a cruise and you don't have to do any work to get it. That's as close to paradise as most will get.

Yet, paradise puts an average of a pound a day on folk.

Research has proven that one of the most effective life extenders in rats is caloric restriction. If the rats are always kept hungry and given little to eat, they lived twice as long as rats that are given all they wanted to eat.

It works that way with things other than food. Sometimes all that we want is opposite from all that we need.

I sat next to a lady on the return flight home. She asked the flight attendant if she could get a seat belt extender. She confided in me that she had gained some weight on a cruise that she and her husband were returning from.

Thank God that He has the wisdom not to give us all that we want all of the time.

~A MountainWings Original~

   Thank you, Shari!

        From My Husband, Paul Harty (Bardolph HS, IL - '61) of NC - 11/22/14 - "FAMILY PORTRAITS (#15 in a series of 18)":

  AWW! Thanks, Dools!


From My Friend, Tammy, of NC - 12/07/14 - "Daily Christmas Story (#7 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 7, The Gift of The Magi by O. Henry

One dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty- seven cents. And the next day would be Christmas.

There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.

While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad.

In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young."

The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, though, they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good.

Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a gray cat walking a gray fence in a gray backyard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honor of being owned by Jim.

There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 flat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art.

Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its color within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.

Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.

So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.

On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street.

Where she stopped the sign read: "Mne. Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie."

"Will you buy my hair?" asked Della.

"I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it."

Down rippled the brown cascade.

"Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand.

"Give it to me quick," said Della.

Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present.

She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 87 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain.

When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends--a mammoth task.

Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically.

"If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty- seven cents?"

At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops.

Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit for saying little silent prayer about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please God, make him think I am still pretty."

The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves.

Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face.

Della wriggled off the table and went for him.

"Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say `Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-- what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you."

"You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor.

"Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?"

Jim looked about the room curiously.

"You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy.

"You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?"

Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on.

Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table.

"Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first."

White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat.

For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone.

But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!"

And them Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!"

Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit.

"Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it."

Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled.

"Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on."

The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.

     Thank you so very much, Tammy!

BONUS CHRISTMAS CROCHET PATTERNS: - 10 Free Last Minute Christmas Crochet Patterns! - 20 Quick Crochet Gift Ideas: Less Than 100 Yards Each!


    From Susie Overton Jones ('63) of VA - 12/08/14 - "9 Gluten-Free Cookie Recipes for the Holidays": - 9 Gluten-Free Cookie Recipes for the Holidays - "Christmas cookies, holiday cookies, winter treats—whatever you want to call them, they used to be the perfect gift. Everyone loved getting a little tin of homemade cookies. Coworkers, friends, neighbors, even the mailman and doorman were delighted! No longer. The culprit was nuts at first. Then gluten. Or Paleo. Suddenly cookies were unwelcome and rebuffed on every doorstep without careful screening of ingredients and allergens; plus, let's be honest, who can keep track of which cousin can’t have Brazil nuts or that your office manager is gluten-free?! To solve the problem of juggling allergies and intolerances, we’ve constructed the perfect roundup of allergen-friendly holiday cookie recipes to please everyone on your list."

   Thanks, Susie!


From - 12/08/14:

By the time the soldier pulled into the little town, every hotel room was taken. "You've got to have a room somewhere", he pleaded with a proprietor. "Well, I do have a double room with one occupant, but he is an Air Force guy" admitted the manager, and he might be glad to split the cost. But to tell you the truth, he snores so loudly that people in adjoining rooms have complained in the past. I'm not sure it'd be worth it to you.

"No problem." the tired Army guy assured him, "I'll take it." The next morning the soldier came down to breakfast bright-eyed and bushy tailed.

"How'd you sleep?" asked the manager. "Never better," said the soldier.

The manager was impressed. "No problem with the other guy snoring all night long?"

"No, I shut him up in no time," explained the soldier.

"How'd you manage that?" asked the proprietor.

"Well, he was already in bed, snoring away, when I walked into the room, so I gave him a kiss on the cheek," explained the soldier. “Then, I whispered in his ear, 'Good night, beautiful,' and he sat up all night watching me."


1. 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.

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Once in Royal David's City

Words by Cecil Frances Alexander (April 1818 - 23 Oct 1895), 1848

Music: "Irby", by Henry John Gauntlett (09 July 1805 - 21 Feb 1876), 1849

Once in royal David's city
stood a lowly cattle shed,
where a mother laid her baby
in a manger for his bed:
Mary was that mother mild,
Jesus Christ her little child.

He came down to earth from heaven,
who is God and Lord of all,
and his shelter was a stable,
and his cradle was a stall;
with the poor, the scorned, the lowly,
lived on earth our Savior holy.

And, through all his wondrous childhood,
he would honor and obey,
love and watch the lowly maiden
in whose gentle arms he lay:
Christian children all must be
mild, obedient, good as he.

For he is our childhood's pattern,
day by day like us he grew;
he was little, weak and helpless,
tears and smiles like us he knew.
and he feeleth for our sadness,
and he shareth in our gladness.

And our eyes at last shall see him,
through his own redeeming love;
for that Child who seemed so helpless
is our Lord in heaven above;
and he leads his children on
to the place where he is gone.

Not in that poor lowly stable,
with the oxen standing round,
we shall see him; but in heaven,
set at God's right hand on high;
when like stars his children crowned,
all in white shall wait around.

 "Once in Royal David's City" midi courtesy of - 12/01/06

"Once in Royal David's City" lyrics courtesy of - 12/09/06

Image of Manger Scene courtesy of - 12/09/06

Animated Christmas Star Divider Line clip art courtesy of - 12/04/05

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

Air Force Seal clip art courtesy of - 07/07/06

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

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!!

Siuslaw High School's Viking Logo clip art courtesy of - 12/27/07

Coast Guard Seal clip art courtesy of - 10/03/07

Page Hit Counter clip art courtesy of - 03/07/06

Navy Seal clip art courtesy of - 05/29/06

Animated Ringing Christmas Bell clip art (designed by Art Holden) courtesy of - 12/08/05

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

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