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12/09/16 - NNHS Newsletter -
When My Heart Finds Christmas

“Are you willing to forget what you have done for other people, and to remember
what other people have done for you ... to remember the weakness and loneliness
of people who are growing old ... Are you willing to believe that love
is the strongest thing in the world ... stronger than hate, stronger than evil,
stronger than death... Then you can keep Christmas! But you can never keep it alone.”

- Henry van Dyke, “Keeping Christmas” in The Spirit of Christmas
(10 Nov 1852 - 10 Apr 1933)

Dear Friends and Schoolmates,

   This theme was suggested by   my cousin, Jean Atkinson Mallory (Warsaw HS / Rappahannock HS / John Marshall HS - '65) of VA on 12/08/10.

   Thanks again, Jean!

BONUS - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c5CaLcAA7ek - When My Heart Finds Christmas - Harry Connick, Jr., 1993


From http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/When_My_Heart_Finds_Christmas:

When My Heart Finds Christmas is American artist Harry Connick, Jr.'s first Christmas album. Released in 1993, it is among the most popular holiday collections of the past two decades in the United States. Connick Jr composed four songs for the album: "When My Heart Finds Christmas", "(It Must've Been Ol') Santa Claus", "The Blessed Dawn Of Christmas Day" and "I Pray On Christmas". The other songs are traditional Christmas songs and carols.

The album proved to be the best-selling holiday album in the U.S. for all of 1993, selling 748,000 copies that year according to Nielsen/SoundScan.[1]

As of October 16, 2011, When My Heart Finds Christmas was the tenth best-selling Christmas/holiday album in the U.S. during the SoundScan era of music sales (March 1991 – present), having sold a total of 3,080,000 copies according to SoundScan.[2]

On December 6, 2005, the album was certified Triple Platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America for shipment of three million copies in the U.S.[3]


REMINDER:

   Don't forget the Big Football Game tomorrow:

Navy vs. Army
Saturday, December 10, 3:00 PM on CBS
M&T Bank Stadium, Baltimore, Maryland

   Go Navy!



SAD NEWS:

1. From Joe Drewry ('58) of VA - 12/08/16, 11:13 AM - "Obituary of Joyce (Cook Fitzgerald - Warwick HS Class of 19__), wife of our NNHS58 classmate Billy Fitzgerald":

NEWPORT NEWS - Joyce Cook Fitzgerald passed away peacefully at home on Monday, December 5, 2016...

     Thank you, Joe! Were it not for   Joan Lauterbach Krause ('60) of VA, I would have missed this, but her gentle nudge enabled me to post Joyce's Memorial Newsletter Wednesday on time! Thanks again, Joan!
 


2. From Greg Sutton ('71) of ?? - 12/08/16, 3:36 PM - " Charles Allan Hudson Obituary":

Class of 1972

http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/dailypress/obituary.aspx?page=lifestory&pid=183020421

    Oh, NO! Thank you for letting me know, Greg! I'm so sorry to learn this!



THIS WEEK'S BIRTHDAYS:

   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);

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 MA!

http://www.nnhs65.com/Happy-Birthday.html 

   Many Happy Returns, One and All!


THIS DAY IN WWII:

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.


THIS DAY IN 1966:

Friday, December 09, 1966 - Drummer Michael Foster was born in Richmond, Virginia.

Friday, December 09, 1966 - Lawyer and politician Kirsten Gillibrand was born Kirsten Elizabeth Gillibrand in Albany, New York.

Friday, December 09, 1966 - Snooker player Dave Harold was born in Stoke-on-Trent, Staffordshire, England.

Friday, December 09, 1966 - Actor and screenwriter Toby Huss was born in Marshalltown, Iowa.

Friday, December 09, 1966 - Ice hockey player Dana Murzyn was born Dana Trevor Murzyn in Calgary, Alberta, Canada.

Friday, December 09, 1966 - Footballer Julio Rodas was born Julio Alberto Rodas Hurtarte in Guatemala.

Friday, December 09, 1966 - Painter, curator, and educator Mateo Romero was born in Berkeley, California.

Friday, December 09, 1966 - The 24th Israeli Minister of Internal Affairs, Gideon Sa'ar (גִּדְעוֹן סַעַר), was born Gideon Moses Zarechansky in Tel Aviv, Israel.

Friday, December 09, 1966 - Footballer and coach Martin Taylor was born in Tamworth, Staffordshire, England.


“If I cannot fly, let me sing.”

- Stephen Sondheim
(b. 22 Mar 1930)



EXCITING OFFER:

From Bob Shelton of Northern VA - 12/08/16 - "Newport News High School Year Books":

Carol,

My mother,
Helen Hardy Shelton, taught at NNHS from about 1950-1970. She's passed away and I have a number of NNHS year books to give to anyone who wants them. I have 1950, 1951, 1952, and 1956.

Do you know anyone who would want these? If so, please let me know.

Regards,

Bob Shelton
Springfield, Va.

rsheltonrhs@aol.com

   Oh, My Goodness! Bob, your mother was my senior English teacher in '64-'65. The impact that she had on my life is immeasurable!

     Teachers: Mrs. Helen Willson Hardy Shelton

     03/21/11 - Helen Hardy Shelton

    I personally have a 1950, 1952, and 1956 Anchor, but I'd really like to have a 1951 to help me with my work on the NNHS65 website. To have Mrs. Shelton's 1951 Anchor would bring me tremendous joy!

   Thank you so much for your generous offer! I'm certain one or both of us will be hearing from many Alumni!



From Greg Sutton ('71) of ?? - 12/08/16, 10:57 PM - " Robert 'Bobby' Creekmore Obituary":

NNHS Class of 1970

http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/dailypress/obituary.aspx?page=lifestory&pid=936939

    Thank you so much, Greg!  I've added Bobby's obituary to the 1970 In Memoriam Page.

http://www.nnhs65.com/memoriam-all.html

     http://www.nnhs65.com/memoriam70.html


“My favorite machine at the gym is the vending machine.”

- Caroline Rhea
(b. 13 Apr 1964)


 
From Bill Hobbs ('66) of Northern VA - 09/08/16 - "Spectacular Pictures (#39 in a series of 40)":
 
  Here are several really nice photos to enjoy.

   WOWZERS! Thanks, Billy!

 
 


  From George Helliesen ('61) of VA - 11/20/16 - "Four Legged Soldiers (#19 in a series of 30)":

  MORE WOWZERS! Thanks, George!
 
 


BONUS CHRISTMAS STORY:

From My Friend, Tammy, of UT - 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. Of 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:
  http://www.mooglyblog.com/10-free-last-minute-christmas-crochet-patterns/ - 10 Free Last Minute Christmas Crochet Patterns!

http://www.mooglyblog.com/crochet-gift-ideas-100-yards/ - 20 Quick Crochet Gift Ideas: Less Than 100 Yards Each!
 


BONUS CHRISTMAS RECIPES:

  From Me ('65) of NC - 12/09/11 - "Southern Spicy Ginger Bread and Warm Lemon Sauce"

   This is one of my favorite recipe combinations which I've been making for over forty years!

Southern Spicy Ginger Bread

  2 eggs
3/4 cup brown sugar
3/4 cup molasses
3/4 cup melted butter
2-1/2 cups flour
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
  2 teaspoons soda
1-1/2 teaspoons cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon nutmeg
1/2 teaspoon cloves
2 teaspoons ginger
1 cup boiling water
 
 
   Add beaten eggs to sugar, molasses, and melted butter. Then add dry ingredients which have been mixed and sifted. Add gradually, the boiling water to the mixture and bake at 350 degrees in individual or shallow pans. Serve with warm lemon sauce. May top with whipped cream.

- Mrs. M. H. Marshall, Appomattox County, Virginia


Lemon Sauce (DeLuxe)

  Butter size of large egg
1 cup sugar
1 egg
  1/2 teaspoon nutmeg
1 lemon (juice and most of rind, grated)
1/3 cup boiling water
 
 
  
Cream butter and sugar well. Add well beaten egg, nutmeg, juice and rind of lemon. Beat several minutes, then add slowly the boiling water. Bring just to boil (do not boil).

- Mrs. Ruth Robertson, Lancaster County, Virginia
 

 


Gingerbread Men
 

1/2 cup PLUS 3 Tbs. flour
1/2 tsp. cinnamon
1/4 tsp. ginger
1/4 tsp. salt
1/4 tsp. baking soda
1/4 tsp. allspice
2 sticks softened butter
3-1/4 Tbs. brown sugar, packed
1/4 tsp. vanilla
1 Tsp. molasses
1 egg

   Combine flour, cinnamon, ginger, salt, baking soda, and allspice in a medium bowl. Beat butter, brown sugar and vanilla in a large bowl with electric mixer at medium speed until light and fluffy. Beat in molasses and egg until well blended. Shape dough into three equal sized discs. Tightly wrap each disc in plastic wrap; refrigerate at least 2 hours or up to 24 hours.

   Preheat oven to 350°F. Spray large cookie sheets with no stick cooking spray.

   Working with 1 portion at a time, roll dough on lightly floured surface to 1/2 inch thickness. Cut dough with 3 inch gingerbread man or bear cookie cutter. Place cutouts 1 inch apart on prepared cookie sheets. Shape dough scraps into small balls and combine and roll out to make use of dough.

   Bake 10 minutes or until edges are lightly browned. Cool cookies on cookie sheets 1 minute. Remove to wire racks to cool completely before adding frosting.

   Pipe or spread frosting cooled cookies; decorate as desired using frosting, assorted nonpareils, colored sugars and assorted candies. Store tightly covered at room temperature.                


FINALLY:

From www.ajokeaday.com - 12/08/16:

A guy bought his wife a beautiful diamond ring for Christmas.

A friend of his said, "I thought she wanted one of those pretty 4-wheel drive vehicles?"

"She did," he replied, "but where in the world was I going to find a fake jeep?"


DATES TO REMEMBER:
 
1. Wednesday, January 11, 2017 - 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:

http://www.nnhs65.com/requests-prayers.html - updated 12/08/16

BLOG:

http://nnhs.wordpress.com/ - updated 03/13/11



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

                          Love to all, Carol
 

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"Never underestimate
the power of a drop
in the bucket."

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When My Heart Finds Christmas

Written and recorded by Harry Connick, Jr. (b. 11 Sept 1967), 1993


In my eyes are Valentines
And Easter eggs and New Year's wine
But when my heart finds Christmas
My eyes will shine like new

Though the days are kind to me
But fall too far behind to see
That when my heart finds Christmas
I hope it finds you too

Let the angels sing around us
Christmas time is here
Let our children's love surround us
Laughing and filled with cheer

My heart told me once before
To find my dreams and search no more
But when my heart finds Christmas
I hope it finds you too

In my eyes are Valentines
And Easter eggs and New Year's wine
But when my heart finds Christmas
My eyes will shine like new

Though the days are kind to me
But fall too far behind to see
That when my heart finds Christmas
I hope it finds you too

Let the angels sing around us
Christmas time is here
Let our children's love surround us
Laughing and filled with cheer

My heart told me once before
To find my dreams and search no more
But when my heart finds Christmas
(When my heart finds Christmas)
But when my heart finds Christmas
I hope it finds you too 


"When My Heart Finds Christmas" lyrics courtesy of http://www.links2love.com/christmas_when_my_heart_finds.htm - 12/07/09

"Merry Christmas" Title Image courtesy of Patricia Matthews Sheene of NC - 12/17/10
Thanks, Tricia!

John Marshall High School's Justice Scale clip art courtesy of Cheryl White Wilson (JMHS - '64) of VA - 10/13/05 (replaced 02/23/09)
Thanks, Cheryl!

Gingerbread Divider Line clip art courtesy of  http://parenting.leehansen.com/downloads/clipart/christmas/pages/gingerbread-man-border.htm - 12/01/02

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 http://www1.va.gov/opa/feature/celebrate/milsongs.htm - 07/07/06

Hampton High School's Crab clip art courtesy of http://www.geocities.com/agent99bm/ - 10/02/05
Replaced courtesy of http://www.hamptonhigh1964.com - 02/17/09

Coast Guard Seal clip art courtesy of http://www.tioh.hqda.pentagon.mil/SealsEmblems/USCG.htm - 10/03/07

Navy Seal clip art courtesy of http://www.onemileup.com/miniSeals.asp - 05/29/06

Animated Ringing Christmas Bell clip art (designed by Art Holden) courtesy of http://www.animationfactory.com - 12/08/05

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

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