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01/12/08 - NNHS Newsletter -
My Grandfather's Clock

   “Love vanquishes time. To lovers, a moment can be eternity,
eternity can be the tick of a clock.”

- Mary Parrish
(30 Nov 1927 - 27 Apr 1998)

Dear Friends and Schoolmates,   

   We're continuing our themes of songs that my mama           the late Maxine Frix Buckley (John Marshall HS - '25), used to sing to me.  This was one of my very favorites.  Rather remarkably, she knew all four of its poignant verses.  I would always sob bitter tears when she sang it - and then beg her to sing it to me again the next time.  As I said, I've entered into a somewhat extended period of "I-Wan'-Ma-Mama" syndrome.....


TRUE STORY:

   My mother's maternal grandparents were married on 30 Jan 1867 in Warlick's Chapel, Icard, Burke, NC.  At 18 and 20, they were much younger than they appear to be in this wedding portrait.  Jordan enlisted in the Confederate Army (Co. C, 8 Battalion North Carolina Junior Reserves) on 8 June 1864, six days after his eighteenth birthday.  Despite his youth, he was appointed 5 Sergeant on 2 July 1864, and was elected Company Chaplain.  He was wounded at Hatcher's Run (February 5-7, 1865) with a gunshot fracture in his right jaw. 

http://www.nps.gov/history/hps/abpp/battles/va083.htm

   This bullet remained in his jaw until his death, hence the long beard.

   Jordan and Annie first lived at Mull's Grove, NC.  There Jordan, along with others, built the Ebenezer Baptist Church.  With the money he earned from this project, he was able to build a nice home for himself and Annie.  He taught at a nearby schoolhouse, and was ordained a lay Methodist Minister when he was little more than a boy.

 
Jan 1867 - Burke Co.,  NC
Jordan Nathaniel Payne and Barbara Ann Eliza ("Annie") Warlick Payne

   These are the undisputed facts: 

   Jordan purchased a clock for their home.  It was his; he alone set, wound, and cared for it.

   When he died on 06 June 1915, the clock stopped.

   Two years later when Annie died on 16 Oct 1917, the clock mysteriously began ticking again.

   The family always maintained that he came to escort her on to the next phase of their life together, saw that his clock had stopped, and instinctively reached out to fix it just as he would have done in mortality.   You make your own judgments.

   I inherited the clock in June of 1979, three months before my #5 son,        Nathaniel (Harty - Hillsboro HS, IL - '97 - of IL) was born.  When we moved from Illinois in October of 2001, I passed it on to Nathaniel, who bore the original owner's name.  He graciously sent me the images for today's Newsletter.  Thanks, Faniel!


NEWBIES:

1. Joey Fink ('70) of ? - 01/10/08 - "e-mail updates":

Please add me to any e-mail updates you send out.

 Thank you.

   Joey, my family didn't move to Newport News until January of 1954, so I don't remember when you were born, but I certainly remember you as a precious little bitty boy.  WOW.  Time does fly.....

2. Barry Forbes ('64) of VA - 01/11/08 - "Typhoon Class of '64":

Hi, Carol.

       Dave Spriggs ('64 - of VA) recommended I email you with my new email address so that I could get the newsletters.  I am a member of the Class of '64 and have attended the various activities/reunions and would like to keep in touch.  My new email address is:

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Thanks for keeping me "in the loop",
Barry Forbes
NNHS Class of '64

   Certainly, Barry!

   Welcome aboard, Gentlemen! I've added your names and soon will add your senior portraits to your respective Alumni Pages: If you would like your addies posted, just let me know, otherwise I'll keep them private. 

http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/alumni-list.html

     http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/alumni-1963-to-1965.html

     http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/alumni-1966-n-after.html 
  
But do send me your birthdays so we can annoy, er, celebrate with you when the time comes!

http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/Happy-Birthday.html


BIRTHDAYS - BELATED AND UPCOMING:

From Karrin Williams Frankie (Warwick HS - '61) of VA - 10/09/08:

Notice you had some birthdays listed when checking out Elvis.

Please put a big Happy Birthday to Joe Dickson, '66, a.k.a the Silver Fox to his Goldwing riders, on his 60th birthday, 09 Jan.  Way to go and keep on riding!

   OOPS!!! Sorry we missed it, Joe! Congratulations - hope it was a good 'un!

    Thanks, Karrin! I added it now: 

http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/Happy-Birthday.html

   Soon we'll also have:

15 - Skippy Weitz ('57)
16 -   Johanne Coates Richardson
('57) AND
Steve Kiger ('66) of VA
17 -
  Chuck Anspach ('60) of NC
18 -
Eileen Rash Vaught ('57)

   Many Happy Returns to you all!

http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/Happy-Birthday.html


        From My #2 Son, Brent Harty (Hillsboro HS, IL - '90) of OH - 01/09/08 - "question on rifle from your site":

Mom,

In response to
    Linda May (Bond Crayton - '66 - of VA):

   Thank you so much, Brent! I really appreciate your teaching us so many things!


  From Judy Phillips Allen ('66) of VA - "The Duck and The Dog":

I needed this this morning.  Maybe you could use an extra smile, too.
 
Here's something to start your day with a smile.

http://www.sonnyradio.com/duckanddog.html

   Bless your sweet heart heart, Judy! Thanks so much!


        From My Daughter, Adrienne (Harty - Hillsboro HS, IL / American School, IL - of NC) - 01/09/08 - "back to the light bulb jokes - another Mormon version":

From http://www.davesplanet.net/mormonjokes/

How many Mormons does it take to change a light bulb? It depends!

If it is the Relief Society, it takes four: one to fix refreshments, one to bring the tablecloth, one to design the Center Piece, and one to screw in the light bulb.

If it is the Bishopric, forget it, they don't do light bulbs. They call a Priesthood Executive Council and delegate it to the Elders.

If it is the Elders, it takes four: three that don't show up, and one to change the bulb.

If it is the High Priests it takes four: two to push the wheel chairs, one to handle the oxygen tank, and one to screw in the light bulb.

If it is the Home Teachers, it only takes two, but you have to wait until the end of the month.

If it is the Aaronic Priesthood, it only takes one. He holds the light bulb in the socket and the whole world revolves around him.

   Thanks, Baby Girl!


    From Chandler Nelms (Hampton HS - '63) of MD - 01/09/08:

Thanks to all who replied to my inquiry about the Chamberlin. It's wonderful that they are restoring, as well as updating that classic old building. ALL of us have one or more memories that involve the Chamberlin. It is indeed a landmark that is worth saving.......but in my mind so was the amusement park at Buckroe. Oh well, one out of two ain't bad.

Chandler Nelms

   Thank you, Chandler Darlin'! You know, after all these years, every time I have the opportunity to visit the Peninsula, I try to visit this most cherished spot of my youth. And always as I turn that corner leading into the beach, for a brief instant I think that just once more, I'll catch sight of my beloved roller coaster. It always comes as such a sharp pain to my heart and soul when I do not.


    From Nancy Mitchell Wynne ('64) of MD - 01/10/08:

  Carol,

Please use this when you post anything about me. It's pretty current.

Thanks so much for all you do for us!

Would you please post this picture of Brenda (Todd) Kruse, Kathie
(Avant) Taylor
and me; Nancy (Mitchell) Wynne.  We spent a long weekend this Spring in Williamsburg and plan on making more reunion trips in the future.

Thanks, Carol!

Nancy

2004 2007
Nancy Mitchell Wynne Kathie Avant Taylor ('64) of GA; Nancy Mitchell Wynne ('64) of MD; and Brenda Todd Kruse ('64) of VA

   Thank you for the images, Nancy! I do love hearing mini-reunion stories!

   I cropped and brightened your 2004 shot and added it to your Alumni Page:

http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/alumni-list.html

      http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/alumni-1963-to-1965.html


  From Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of VA - 01/10/08 - "Wisdom"

Wisdom

 
A distraught senior citizen phoned her doctor's office.

"Is it true," she wanted to know,

"that the medication you prescribed has

to be taken for the rest of my life?""

"Yes, I'm afraid so," the doctor told her.

There was a moment of silence before the senior lady replied,

"I'm wondering, then, just how serious is my condition because this prescription is marked 'NO REFILLS.'"
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An older gentleman was on the operating table awaiting surgery and he insisted that his son, a renowned surgeon, perform the operation. As he was about to get the anesthesia he asked to speak to his son.

"Yes, Dad, what is it?"

"Don't be nervous, son; do your best and just remember, if it doesn't go well, if something happens to me, your mother is going to come and live with you and your wife...."

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Aging: Eventually you will reach a point when you stop lying about your age and start bragging about it.

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The older we get, the fewer things seem worth waiting in line for.

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Some people try to turn back their odometers. Not me, I want people to know "why" I look this way.

I've traveled a long way and some of the roads weren't paved.

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When you are dissatisfied and would like to go back to your youth, think of Algebra class.

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You know you are getting old when everything either dries up or leaks.

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I don't know how I got over the hill without getting to the top.

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One of the many things no one tells you about aging is that it is such a nice change from being young.

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Ah, being young is beautiful, but being old is comfortable.

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First you forget names, then you forget faces.

Then you forget to pull up your zipper.

But it's worse when you forget to pull it down.

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Long ago when men cursed and beat the ground with sticks, it was called witchcraft.

Today, it's called golf.

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Lord, please keep your arm around my shoulder and your hand over my mouth...
 
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 Joyce Cahoon

   WILD GIGGLES! WAIT A MINUTE! Why am I laughing?!? Thanks, Joyce!


From Mike White ('67) of VA - 01/10/08 - "Coincidence??? You Make The Call!":

History mystery


Have a history teacher explain this----- if they can.

Abraham Lincoln was elected to Congress in 1846.
John F. Kennedy was elected to Congress in 1946.

Abraham Lincoln was elected President in 1860.
John F. Kennedy was elected President in 1960.

Both were particularly concerned with civil rights.
Both wives lost their children while living in the White House.

Both Presidents were shot on a Friday.
Both Presidents were shot in the head.

Now it gets really weird.

Lincoln's secretary was named Kennedy.
Kennedy's Secretary was named Lincoln.

Both were assassinated by Southerners.
Both were succeeded by Southerners named Johnson.

Andrew Johnson, who succeeded Lincoln, was born in 1808.
Lyndon Johnson, who succeeded Kennedy, was born in 1908.

John Wilkes Booth, who assassinated Lincoln , was born in 1839.
Lee Harvey Oswald, who assassinated Kennedy, was born in 1939.

Both assassins were known by their three names.
Both names are composed of fifteen letters.

Now hang on to your seat.

Lincoln was shot at the theatre named 'Ford.'
Kennedy was shot in a car called ' Lincoln ' made by 'Ford.'

Lincoln was shot in a theatre and his assassin ran and hid in a warehouse.
Kennedy was shot from a warehouse and his assassin ran and hid in a theatre.

Booth and Oswald were assassinated before their trials.

And here's the kicker...

A week before Lincoln was shot, he was in Monroe, Maryland
A week before Kennedy was shot, he was with Marilyn Monroe.

Creepy huh? Send this to as many people as you can, cause: Hey, this is one history lesson people don't mind reading.

   Thanks, Mike! This is fun stuff! The actual truth, though not quite so neat, makes for some interesting reading as well:

http://www.snopes.com/history/american/lincoln-kennedy.asp


    From Buster Vest ('63) of VA - 01/10/08 - "The Mayonnaise Jar and 2 Cups of Coffee":

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and the 2 cups of coffee.

A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous "yes."

The professor then produced two cups of coffee from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand. The students laughed.

"Now," said the professor as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things---your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions---and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.

The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car.

The sand is everything else---the small stuff. "If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.

"Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Spend time with your children. Spend time with your parents. Visit with grandparents. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and fix the disposal. Take care of the golf balls first---the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."
 
One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the coffee represented. The professor smiled and said, "I'm glad you asked."

The coffee just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of cups of coffee with a friend."

Please share this with someone you care about!

 

I JUST DID !

   Thanks, Buster - and so did I!


From Janice Pratt McGrew (Hampton HS - '67) of VA - 01/10/08 - "Back to Willis Dance":

Carol,

This is an email that I received from a fellow Crabber about a dance that the Elks Lodge on Tidemill Lane in Hampton is hosting on Friday, January 18.  Thought some of your readers might be interested.  It is open to all individuals (not just Crabbers) and especially those that remember the Willis dances. 

Hope you are having a great New Year.

Janice Pratt McGrew (HHS '67) 

 From Candy Conner Wingate (Hampton HS - '66) of VA:
 

Happy New Year to friends and fellow Crabber Alumni.  Let's welcome in the New Year by getting together and renewing old friendships, making new ones, and just plain old having some fun!!

 
The Hampton Elks Lodge is putting together an event we like to call, a "Back to Willis" night on Friday, January 18th, 2008.  There will be a DJ for dancing, some Karaoke, and dinner, if you choose.  The Elks will have their regular Friday night dinner, which begins at 6:00 pm and will feature your choice of Prime Rib, or Crab Cakes, for a cost of $10.00 per person.  They will begin setting up for the dance around 7:30 and the cost for that is $5.00 per person.  If you don't wish to come for dinner, feel free to come just for the dance.
 
We will have Elks club happy hour prices all night long for drinks.  (This is like $1.00 draft, $1.50 for bottle beer, and $2.00 for mixed drinks). 
 
This is the first of what we hope will be more dances in the future.  Tell all your friends and gather a group and come out to help make this a great success.  Reserve your spot now by contacting me by phone at 245-2546 or by email at Phyremom@aol.com.  Please don't hesitate; we want to be sure we have room for everyone and that there is plenty of food for those coming for dinner.  Contact me with any questions.
 
Thank you and hope to see you there,

Candy Conner Wingate (HHS '66)

   COOL BEANS! Thanks, Janice! I'll be posting this on the main page soon!


    From My Niece, Shari, of VA - 01/10/08 - "Inspirations":

Sorry for not replying to personal e-mails. I've been very sick, my computer froze on a site for quite a few hours and I could have used this message earlier. I think the link is nice.
 
 Take Care and Have a Happy and Wonderful weekend!,
                                                                                                         Shari
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http://positivethoughts.com/asap.htm
A.S.A.P.

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Nudging Without Nagging

We've all been there. We want to encourage a child to do her homework, or a spouse to complete his project, or a colleague to complain less and act more. How can we encourage without criticizing, berating or pushing too hard?

Here are three techniques that can help you nudge without nagging.

* Show appreciation.

Novelist Arnold Bennett had a publisher who boasted about the extraordinary efficiency of his secretary. One day while visiting the publisher's office, Bennett asked her: "Your boss claims you're extremely efficient. What's your secret?"

"It's not my secret," said the assistant, "it's his." She went on to tell him that her boss always acknowledged and appreciated everything she did, regardless how insignificant. That was why she worked so hard for him. Her boss' appreciation nudged her toward constant improvement.

* If possible, keep it light-hearted.

The careful use of humor can work in any relationship where nudging may be required. One wife used it effectively when she found herself on the verge of nagging her husband to repair the lawn mower. He had promised to fix it, but the grass grew ever taller while he procrastinated.

Then one day he came home and found her seated on the ground snipping grass with sewing scissors, one blade at a time. He watched in amazement and then went into the house. When he returned, he handed her a toothbrush. "Honey," he said, "when you finish cutting the grass would you mind sweeping the sidewalks?"

They both laughed. And, more importantly, the mower was fixed.

* Be polite and respectful.

Sometimes it's more about how you say it than what you say. People respond best when they are respected and valued.

Elizabeth Harrison stated, "Those who are lifting the world upward and onward are those who encourage more than criticize." Try these simple techniques next time you want to nudge without nagging.

    ~ Steve Goodier ~


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Laughing At Angels

My youngest son doesn't talk much. He has severe Autism that hampers his ability to speak and communicate. It also locks him in his own world much of the time. Yet, when he laughs and smiles he can light up the darkest day. Sometimes he will break into a spontaneous spasm of giggles for no apparent reason at all. When this happens my daughter and I will often joke that his dearly departed Grandma and her angel friends must be tickling him.

The other night while I was busy working at my desk I once more heard his musical laughter behind me. I asked, "Son, are the angels tickling you again?" and got an even louder burst of giggles as an answer. I smiled and turned around to see him. There he stood under the ceiling fan with its glass globe glowing above his head like a halo. Dangling from it too was a glass angel figurine that we had tied to the light cord years before. Both the angel and my son seemed to sparkle in the light before my eyes. It was then that I realized that my daughter and I had been right all along. God did have His angels watching over my angel. I was sure too that they were sharing in every bit of laughter and joy that he was blessing this world with.

The word angel originally meant "messenger". That is what my son is to me and to everyone he meets. Some people with closed minds and shut down hearts might look at him and see him as less than human. To me he is more than human. He is an angel whose messages are ones of unconditional love and unlimited joy. He may not say many words but his soul speaks volumes. He may appear handicapped in the eyes of Earth, but in the eyes of Heaven his light is among the brightest. I know as well that angels are watching over his every move and joining in his every laugh. I only pray that my own heart will remain open to the lessons he teaches and that my pen will allow me to share them with you. May the laughter of angels always bless your life as well.

~ Joseph J. Mazzella ~


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Turning a nightmare into a blessing

It's that time of the year when the newspaper runs a series spotlighting local graduates.

Each night, for about two weeks, they feature "outstanding" high school seniors and their various achievements. Usually these are students with academic honors, community service volunteers, athletic awards, music honors or some other notable accomplishment. The photographs with the articles usually show clean-cut, all-American kids.

These kids deserve to be proud of their accomplishments, and I'm sure their parents are very proud also.

Well, I'd like to tell you about my daughter, Heather, who will not be featured in the local paper, but who I am extremely proud of.

She's definitely not your typical clean-cut, "preppy" looking kid. In fact, Heather likes the outrageous Gothic/Skater look. You know, black, baggy clothes, dark lipstick, sort of spiked hair. She's not athletic, doesn't play an instrument, hasn't received any academic honors, and hasn't volunteered much for community service, because she doesn't have a lot free time as you'll see.

The fact is, Heather should have graduated last year from high school. But Heather got side tracked on the way to graduating.

Heather was always a very obedient daughter. She never gave us any trouble -- that is until she started high school. I'm sure it wasn't as sudden as it seemed, but it appeared she woke up one morning, and was the most rebellious teenager on the face of the earth. That year she skipped school more than she attended, ran with a "rough" crowd, got involved with drugs and ran away more times than I can count.

For about two years we lived a constant nightmare. There were times we didn't know where she was, or if she was even alive. I prayed constantly, "God, please protect her. I can't seem to reach her." Every time I thought things couldn't get worse, they did. Then, in the fall of 1996, when Heather was only 15, she told me she was pregnant.

Once again, she ran away. In May, 1997, Ashley was born. Heather was now a 16 old mother, not in school, living on her own in absolute squalid conditions. Although she was a minor, I got very little help from the authorities trying to bring her home.

But, God was faithful to answer my prayers. Just as suddenly as Heather became rebellious, she seemed to come to her senses! She had enough living the way she was, and returned to the family. She moved in with her dad, along with Ashley. Soon, she stopped hanging around with the wrong people, quit doing drugs, got a job and went back to school. And, in time, our relationship healed.

Heather didn't return to regular high school though. She started attending the CESA 7 Alternative High School. The school the "bad" kids go to -- the ones who don't fit the establishment mold.

It's amazing what can happen to a child when there are teachers who don't judge where you've been, and who really care about ALL the kids -- not just the "normal" kids. When everyone else in the establishment has given up on these kids, these teachers keep believing. I'm so grateful for their support of my daughter.

Heather will graduate June 1 at a small ceremony at a banquet hall (no caps and gowns). She has a new job with a computer printing company, and she'll enroll at the technical college this fall for computer programming. But, by far, her greatest accomplishment is that she is a wonderful, loving mother to Ashley!

No, Heather won't have her picture in the local newspaper with a long article about all her honors and awards, but I can tell you unequivocally, that there is not a prouder set of parents on this earth than her dad and step-mom, and her step-dad and me! Through a lot of perseverance, hard work, and long hours (while most kids her age are playing, I might add) she turned her life around.

The biggest lesson I learned from this situation is that we should never give up on our children and by the Grace of God, a nightmare can be turned into a blessing.

[ Terry A Kubiak -- from 'heartwarmer' ]

   Amen to that - thanks, Shari!

   I'm so sorry to hear you've been ill! I hope you're feeling much better now!


    From My #1 Daughter-in-Law, Mary Bennett Harty (Litchfield HS, IL - '89) of IL - 01/10/08 - "Check out The Gratitude Campaign":

This is one great story.

http://www.gratitudecampaign.org/fullmovie.php

   We run this every now and then, Miss Mary, but it always bears repeating - thanks!


    I continue to be backlogged all the way back into December.  Keep the faith.....

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

                          Love to all, Carol

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NNHS CLASS OF '65 WEB SITE: http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com

PERSONAL WEB SITE: http://www.angelfire.com/weird2/cluckmeat

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Carol Buckley Harty
219 Four Ply Lane
Fayetteville, NC 29311-9305
910-488-9408


My Grandfather's Clock

- Henry Clay Work, 1876

"My Grandfather's Clock" is a song written in 1876 by Henry Clay Work, the author of "Marching Through Georgia". It is a standard of British brass bands and colliery bands, and is also popular in bluegrass music.

Most accounts give the origin of the song as a wayfarers' inn in Piercebridge on the border of Yorkshire and County Durham called the George Hotel. The hotel was owned and operated by two brothers called Jenkins, and in the lobby was an upright longcase clock. The clock kept perfect time until one of the brothers died, after which it lost time at an increasing rate, despite the best efforts of the hotel staff and local clockmakers to repair it. When the other brother died, the clock stopped, never to go again. It is said that in 1875 Henry Clay Work visited the hotel and based My Grandfather's Clock on the stories he heard there. It is said that the song is responsible for the common name "grandfather clock" for what are properly called "longcase clocks....."


My grandfather's clock
Was too large for the shelf,
So it stood ninety years on the floor;
It was taller by half
Than the old man himself,
Though it weighed not a pennyweight more.
It was bought on the morn
Of the day that he was born,
And was always his treasure and pride;
But it stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.

CHORUS:

Ninety years without slumbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
His life seconds numbering,
Tick, tock, tick, tock,
It stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.

In watching its pendulum
Swing to and fro,
Many hours had he spent while a boy;
And in childhood and manhood
The clock seemed to know,
And to share both his grief and his joy.
For it struck twenty-four
When he entered at the door,
With a blooming and beautiful bride;
But it stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.

CHORUS

My grandfather said
That of those he could hire,
Not a servant so faithful he found;
For it wasted no time,
And had but one desire,
At the close of each week to be wound.
And it kept in its place,
Not a frown upon its face,
And its hand never hung by its side.
But it stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.

CHORUS

It rang an alarm
In the dead of the night,
An alarm that for years had been dumb;
And we knew that his spirit
Was pluming for flight,
That his hour of departure had come.
Still the clock kept the time,
With a soft and muffled chime,
As we silently stood by his side.
But it stopped short
Never to go again,
When the old man died.

CHORUS


"My Grandfather's Clock" midi courtesy of http://www.fromtheheartpostcards.com/MidiPreview.html - 01/08/08

"My Grandfather's Clock" lyrics and history courtesy of http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/My_Grandfather's_Clock - 01/08/08

Images of Clock belonging to the Rev. Jordan Nathaniel Payne (2 June 1846 - 6 June 1915) courtesy
of My #5 Son, Nathaniel Harty (Hillsboro HS, IL - '97) of IL - 01/10/08
Thanks, Nathaniel!

Justice Scale clip art courtesy of Cheryl White Wilson (JMHS - '64) of VA - 10/13/05
Thanks, Cheryl!

Six Clocks used to form Divider Line clip art courtesy of http://www.clippix.com/things/clocks.shtml - 08/31/05

Hillsboro Topper (Band Version) clip art courtesy of http://www.hillsboroschools.net/schools/hhs/activities/music2/Band/bio.html - 06/07/08
Thanks, Mark!

Animated "NEW" clip art courtesy of http://gifsnow.com/ - 03/07/06

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

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

American School Logo courtesy of http://www.americanschoolofcorr.com/grads.asp - 09/05/06

Animated Laughter clip art courtesy of Janice McCain Rose ('65) of VA - 01/24/06
Thanks, Janice!

Crab clip art courtesy of http://www.geocities.com/agent99bm/ - 10/02/05

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

Animated Rolling on the Floor Laughing Boy courtesy of http://www.animationfactory.com - 04/06/05

Purple Panther Paw Print courtesy of http://www.litchfield.k12.il.us/ - 06/23/07

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