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12/10/14 - NNHS Newsletter - Blue Christmas

“Christmas is not a time nor a season, but a state of mind. To cherish peace and goodwill,
to be plenteous in mercy, is to have the real spirit of Christmas.”

- Calvin Coolidge
(04 July 1872 - 05 Jan 1933)

Dear Friends and Schoolmates, 

   Maybe I'm just getting a case of the Holiday Blues myself, but Elvis has been singing this Christmas song to me all week now, so I thought we might just as well revisit this Newsletter theme.

BONUS #1 - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oW3DnN2zLKQ - Blue Christmas - Elvis Presley, live

BONUS #2 - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=34zwVfnQBoc - Blue Christmas from The Year Without A Santa Claus, 1976

BONUS #3 - http://www.blueyze.com/bluechristmas.html - Blue Christmas - Denny Brownlee (interviewing himself as "Seymour Swine") - NO, that is NOT me cackling in the background - although for a moment there, I thought it was!


From http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blue_Christmas_%28song%29

"Blue Christmas" is a Christmas song written by Billy Hayes and Jay W. Johnson and most famously performed by Elvis Presley. It is a tale of unrequited love during the holidays and is a longstanding staple of Christmas music, especially in the country genre.

The song was first recorded by Doye O'Dell in 1948,[3] and was popularized the following year in three separate recordings: one by country artist Ernest Tubb; one by bandleader Hugo Winterhalter and his orchestra; and one by bandleader Russ Morgan and his orchestra (the latter featuring lead vocals by Morgan and backing vocals by singers credited as the Morganaires).[4] Tubb's version spent the first week of January 1950 at No. 1 on Billboard magazine's Most-Played Juke Box (Country & Western) Records chart, while Winterhalter's version peaked at No. 9 on Billboard's Records Most Played by Disk Jockeys chart and Morgan's version reached No. 11 on Billboard's Best-Selling Pop Singles chart.[5] Also in 1950 Billy Eckstine recorded a new version, backed by the orchestra of Russ Case, with shortened lyrics in a variation close to what is now the common standard for this song; the orchestral backing of this recording has often been wrongfully accredited to Hugo Winterhalter.[6]

Elvis Presley cemented the status of "Blue Christmas" as a rock-and-roll holiday classic[citation needed] by recording it for his 1957 LP Elvis' Christmas Album...


THIS WEEK'S BIRTHDAYS:

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

   Happy Birthday tomorrow to   Helen Bost Rainelle ('72) of FL!

   Happy Birthday this week to:

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;

17 - Norma Helmick Burks ('63) AND   Tom Oxner ('65) of AR!

   Many Happy Returns, One and All!

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


THIS DAY IN WWII:

December 10, 1941 - Battle of the Philippines Imperial Japanese forces under the command of General Masaharu Homma invaded the Philippine mainland.

December 10, 1941 - In the Battle of Malaya, the Royal Navy capital ships HMS Prince of Wales and HMS Repulse were sunk by Imperial Japanese Navy torpedo bombers near Malaya.


THIS DAY IN 1964:

Thursday, December 10, 1964 - Banker and politician Stef Blok was born Stephanus Abraham Blok in Emmeloord, Netherlands.

Thursday, December 10, 1964 - Chef and author Bobby Flay was born Robert William Flay in New York City, New York.

Thursday, December 10, 1964 - Actor George Newbern was born George Young Newbern in Little Rock, Arkansas.


    From the President of the Class of 1965, Joe Wingo of NC - 12/09/14:

... Hope you are feeling 100% now and ready for a wonderful holiday season.

   Thank you, Joe Sweetie! I did see my doctor today, and we agreed that I would start to feel better as soon as my thyroid medication (which I have been without for the last seven weeks  ) kicks back into my system! She assured me that once my thyroid stabilized I would only need one nap a day instead of two!

   Meanwhile, we've almost finished decorating, which always makes me feel better in and of itself!


From My Friend, Parker, of NC - 12/09/14:

  Don't give up! Things do get better!

   ABSOLUTELY! Thanks, Parker!

 
 


    From Bobby Callis ('64) of WV - 12/09/14:

  SO TRUE! Thank you, Bobby!
 
 


  From Margaret Elmore Tolly ('58) of VA - 12/09/14 - "Cardinals":

  A cardinal is a representative of a loved one who has passed away. When you see one,
it means they are visiting you. They usually show up when you most need them or miss
them. They also make an appearance during times of celebration as well as despair
to let you know they will always be with you. Look for them, they'll appear.

   Thank you so much, Margaret! Moments before I found your note I looked out my back window and saw a female cardinal, and as I was pondering that, two more female cardinals appeared as well. I'm taking their appearance as a sign of love from my mother and two grandmothers - just when I needed them!

 
 


From My Friend, Jessica, of NC - 12/09/14:

  Thanks, Jessica!
 
 


  From Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of VA - 12/09/14:

  EXACTLY! Thank you, Joyce!
 
 


From My Friend, Jim, of NV - 12/09/14:

  INDEED! Thanks, Jim!
 
 


  From My Friend, Evelyn Dudzinski Griffis (Mars Hill HS, PA - '75) of NY - 12/09/14:

  Thanks, Evelyn!
 
 


        From My Husband, Paul Harty (Bardolph HS, IL - '61) of NC - 11/22/14 - "FAMILY PORTRAITS (#16 in a series of 18)":

  AWW! Thanks, Dools!
 
 


BONUS CHRISTMAS STORY:

From My Friend, Tammy, of NC - 12/07/14 - "Daily Christmas Story (#8 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 8, Christmas Gifts, Christmas Blessings by Thomas S. Monson
 

“What did you get for Christmas?” This is the universal question among children for days following that most celebrated holiday of the year. A small girl might reply, “I received a doll, a new dress, and a fun game.” A boy might respond, “I received a pocketknife, a train, and a truck with lights.” Newly acquired possessions are displayed and admired as Christmas day dawns, then departs.

The gifts so acquired are fleeting. Dolls break, dresses wear out, and fun games become boring. Pocketknives are lost, trains do nothing but go in circles, and trucks are abandoned when the batteries that power them dim and die.

If we change but one word in our Christmas question, the outcome is vastly different. “What did you give for Christmas?” prompts stimulating thought and causes tender feelings to well up and memory’s fires to glow ever brighter.

Giving, not getting, brings to full bloom the Christmas spirit. Enemies are forgiven, friends remembered, and God obeyed. The spirit of Christmas illuminates the picture window of the soul, and we look out upon the world’s busy life and become more interested in people than things. To catch the real meaning of the spirit of Christmas, we need only drop the last syllable and it becomes the Spirit of Christ.

What can I give Him,
Poor as I am?
If I were a shepherd
I would bring a lamb.
If I were a Wise Man
I would do my part,
Yet what can I give Him?
Give my heart.

(Christina Georgina Rossetti)

One ever remembers that Christmas day when giving replaced getting. In my life, this took place in my tenth year. As Christmas approached, I yearned as only a boy can yearn for an electric train. My desire was not to receive the economical and everywhere-to-be-found windup model train; rather, I wanted one that operated through the miracle of electricity. The times were those of economic depression; yet Mother and Dad, through some sacrifice I am sure, presented to me on Christmas morning a beautiful electric train.

For hours I operated the transformer, watching the engine first pull its cars forward, then push them backward around the track. Mother entered the living room and said to me that she had purchased a windup train for Mrs. Hansen’s son, Mark, who lived down the lane. I asked if I could see the train. The engine was short and blocky, not long and sleek like the expensive model I had received. However, I did take notice of an oil tanker car that was part of his inexpensive set. My train had no such car, and pangs of envy began to be felt. I put up such a fuss that Mother succumbed to my pleadings and handed me the oil tanker car. She said, “If you need it more than Mark, you take it.” I put it with my train set and felt pleased with the result.

Mother and I took the remaining cars and the engine down to Mark Hansen. The young boy was a year or two older than I. He had never anticipated such a gift and was thrilled beyond words. He wound the key in his engine, it not being electric like mine, and was overjoyed as the engine and two cars, plus a caboose, went around the track.

Then Mother wisely asked, “What do you think of Mark’s train, Tommy?”

I felt a keen sense of guilt and became very much aware of my selfishness. I said to Mother, “Wait just a moment. I’ll be right back.”

As swiftly as my legs could carry me, I ran home, picked up the oil tanker car plus an additional car from my train set, and ran back down the lane to the Hansen home, joyfully saying to Mark, “We forgot to bring two cars that belong to your train.” Mark coupled the two extra cars to his set. I watched the engine make its labored way around the track and felt supreme joy, difficult to describe and impossible to forget. The spirit of Christmas had filled my very soul.

That experience made it somewhat easier for me to make a difficult decision just one year later. Again Christmastime had come. We were preparing for the oven a gigantic turkey and anticipating the savory feast that awaited. A neighborhood pal of mine asked a startling question: “What does turkey taste like?”

I responded, “Oh, about like chicken tastes.”

Again a question: “What does chicken taste like?”

It was then that I realized my friend had never eaten chicken or turkey. I asked what his family was going to have for Christmas dinner. There was no prompt response, just a downcast glance and the comment, “I dunno. There’s nothing in the house.”

I pondered a solution. There was none. I had no turkeys, no chickens, no money. Then I remembered I did have two pet rabbits. Immediately I took them to my friend and handed the box to him with the comment, “Here, take these two rabbits. They’re good to eat—just like chicken.”

He took the box, climbed the fence, and headed for home—a Christmas dinner safely assured. Tears came easily to me as I closed the door to the empty rabbit hutch. But I was not sad. A warmth, a feeling of indescribable joy, filled my heart. It was a memorable Christmas.

I recall a young man who, as a boy of thirteen, led his quorum of deacons in a successful search for the Christmas spirit. He and his companions lived in a neighborhood in which many elderly widows of limited means resided. All the year long, the boys had saved and planned for a glorious Christmas party. They were thinking of themselves, until the Christmas spirit prompted them to think of others. Frank, as their leader, suggested to his companions that the funds they had saved so carefully be used not for the planned party, but rather for the benefit of three elderly widows who resided together.

The boys made their plans. As their bishop, I needed but to follow. With the enthusiasm of a new adventure, the boys purchased a giant roasting chicken, the potatoes, the vegetables, the cranberries, and all that comprises the traditional Christmas feast. To the widows’ home they went, carrying their gifts of treasure. Through the snow and up the path to the tumbledown porch they came. A knock at the door, the sound of slow footsteps, and then they met.

In the unmelodic voices characteristic of thirteen-year-olds, the boys sang: “Silent night! Holy night! All is calm, all is bright.” They then presented their gifts. Angels on that glorious night of long ago sang no more beautifully, nor did Wise Men present gifts of greater meaning. I gazed at the faces of those wonderful women and thought to myself, “Somebody’s mother.” I then looked on the countenances of those noble boys and reflected, “Somebody’s son.” There then passed through my mind the words of the immortal poem by Mary Dow Brine:

The woman was old and ragged and gray
And bent with the chill of the Winter’s day.
The street was wet with a recent snow,
And the woman’s feet were aged and slow.
She stood at the crossing and waited long,
Alone, uncared for, amid the throng
Of human beings who passed her by,
Nor heeded the glance of her anxious eye.
Down the street, with laughter and shout,
Glad in the freedom of “school let out,”
Came the boys like a flock of sheep,
Hailing the snow piled white and deep.
…[One] paused beside her and whispered low,
“I’ll help you cross, if you wish to go.” …
“She’s somebody’s mother, boys, you know,
For all she’s aged and poor and slow.
And I hope some fellow will lend a hand
To help my mother, you understand,
If ever she’s poor and old and gray,
When her own dear boy is far away.”
And “somebody’s mother” bowed low her head
In her home that night, and the prayer she said
Was, “God be kind to the noble boy,
Who is somebody’s son, and pride and joy!”

(“Somebody’s Mother”)

Not one of those boys ever forgot that precious pilgrimage. Christmas gifts had become Christmas blessings.

Times change, years speed by; but Christmas continues sacred. It is through giving, rather than getting, that the spirit of Christ enters our lives. God still speaks. He prompts. He guides. He blesses. He gives.

Many years ago, President Harold B. Lee recounted to me an experience of a President Ballantyne who grew up in Star Valley, Wyoming. This is harsh country. The summers are short and fleeting, while the winters linger and chill. President Ballantyne told of a special Christmas season from his boyhood days. He said:

“Father had a large family; and sometimes after we had our harvest, there was not much left after expenses were paid. So Father would have to go away and hire out to some of the big ranchers for maybe a dollar a day. He earned little more than enough to take care of himself, with very little to send home to Mother and the children. Things began to get pretty skimpy for us.

“We had our family prayers around the table; and it was on one such night when Father was gone that we gathered and Mother poured out of a pitcher, into the glass of each one, milk divided among the children—but none for herself. And I, sensing that the milk in the pitcher was all that we had, pushed mine over to Mother and said, ‘Here, Mother. You drink mine.’

“‘No, Mother is not hungry tonight.’

“It worried me. We drank our milk and went to bed, but I could not sleep. I got up and tiptoed down the stairs, and there was Mother, in the middle of the floor, kneeling in prayer. She did not hear me as I came down in my bare feet, and I dropped to my knees and heard her say, ‘Heavenly Father, there is no food in our house. Please, Father, touch the heart of somebody so that my children will not be hungry in the morning.’

“When she finished her prayer, she looked around and saw that I had heard; and she said to me, somewhat embarrassed, ‘Now, you run along, son. Everything will be all right.’

“I went to bed, assured by Mother’s faith. The next morning, I was awakened by the sounds of pots and pans in the kitchen and the aroma of cooking food. I went down to the kitchen, and I said, ‘Mother, I thought you said there was no food.’

“All she said to me was, ‘Well, my boy, didn’t you think the Lord would answer my prayer?’ I received no further explanation than that.

“Years passed, and I went away to college. I got married, and I returned to see the old folks. Bishop Gardner, now reaching up to a ripe age, said to me, ‘My son, let me tell you of a Christmas experience that I had with your family. I had finished my chores, and we had had supper. I was sitting by the fireplace reading the newspaper. Suddenly, I heard a voice that said, “Sister Ballantyne doesn’t have any food in her house.”

I thought it was my wife speaking and said, “What did you say, Mother?” She came in wiping her hands on her apron and said, “Did you call me, Father?”

“‘“No, I didn’t say anything to you, but I heard a voice which spoke to me.”

“‘“What did it say?” she asked.

“‘“It said that Sister Ballantyne didn’t have any food in her house.”

“‘“Well, then,” said Mother, “you had better put on your shoes and your coat and take some food to Sister Ballantyne.” In the dark of that winter’s night, I harnessed the team and placed in the wagon bed a sack of flour, a quarter section of beef, some bottled fruit, and loaves of newly baked bread. The weather was cold, but a warm glow filled my soul as your mother welcomed me and I presented her with the food. God had heard a mother’s prayer.’”

Heavenly Father is ever mindful of those who need, who seek, who trust, who pray, and who listen when He speaks. “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life” (John 3:16). God’s gift becomes our blessing. May every heart open wide and welcome Him—Christmas day and always.

     Thank you so very much, Tammy!


BONUS BLUE CHRISTMAS CROCHET PATTERNS:
http://www.allfreecrochetafghanpatterns.com/Christmas-Afghans/Suzy-Snowflake-Afghan - Tammy Hildebrand's Suzy Snowflake Afghan - "Winter is coming, and the Suzy Snowflake Afghan is ready to keep you warm! This amazing crochet blanket pattern is a kaleidoscope of blues that resemble the intricate ice formations inside snowflakes. This wintry crochet afghan will be the perfect addition to your home during the holidays. Don't be fooled by its dazzling intricacy. This is actually great for those in need of easy crochet patterns."

http://www.freepatternsdonnascrochetdesigns.com/blue-white-granny-sq-tree-skirt-free-pattern.html - Donna Collinsworth's Blue and White Granny Square Christmas Tree Skirt

http://www.gratefulprayerthankfulheart.com/2012/11/crochet-stocking-for-chloe.html - Crochet Stocking for Chloe - "These may not be the traditional Christmas colors, but I really love these shades of blue and green; they seem so innocent a pure, like the holiday!"
 


BONUS CHRISTMAS RECIPE:

     From Me ('65) of NC - 12/09/14 - "Christmas Molasses Pudding":

   
 
 


FINALLY:


From
http://www.ajokeaday.com - 12/09/14:

 
MAN:

1) Pull up to machine
2) Wind window down
3) Insert ATM card, enter PIN
4) Retrieve cash
5) Drive away

WOMAN:

1) Pull up to machine
2) Open door (too far away from machine)
3) Search through all of the 112 compartments in handbag for ATM card
4) Do make up, apply lipstick, fix hair
5) Insert Card
6) Remove card
7) Insert card the correct way up
8) Search for piece of paper with PIN on it
9) Enter PIN
10) Enter correct PIN
11) Retrieve cash, put in bag
12) Drive off
13) Reverse back to machine
14) Retrieve card
15) Drive three miles away
16) Release hand-brake


DATES TO REMEMBER:
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.


PRAYER ROLL:

http://www.nnhs65.com/requests-prayers.html - updated 11/27/14

BLOG:

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



Carol Buckley Harty
7020 Lure Court
Fayetteville, NC 28311-9309
910-584-8802
 


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Blue Christmas

Written by Billy Hayes, Jay Johnson, 1948

Recorded by Elvis Presley, 1957
(08 Jan 1935 – 16 Aug 1977 - or IS he???)
 

I'll have a Blue Christmas without you.
I'll be so blue thinking about you.
Decorations of red on a green Christmas tree,
Won't mean a thing if you're not here with me.

I'll have a Blue Christmas that's certain.
And when that blue heartache starts hurtin'.
You'll be doin' all right, with your Christmas of white,
But I'll have a blue, blue Christmas.




"Blue Christmas" midi courtesy of http://wilstar.com/xmas/xmasjuke.htm - 12/03/05

"Blue Christmas" lyrics courtesy of http://washingtonmo.com/christmas/lyric/1004.htm - 12/04/05

Image of "Blue Christmas" Craft Projects courtesy of http://www.ragshop.com/crafts/christmas/blue.html - 12/04/05

Animated Christmas Lights Divider Line clip art courtesy of http://www.hellasmultimedia.com/webimages/christ-htm/lines-christ11.htm - 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 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

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 http://www.answers.com/topic/minnesotavikings-1000-png - 12/27/07

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 Dancing Teddy courtesy of Sandi Bateman Chestnut ('65) of VA - 03/08/11
Thanks, Sandi!

Animated LOL Cats courtesy of Paul Harty (Bardolph HS, IL - '61) of NC - 12/10/11
Thanks, Paul!

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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