01/15/08 - NNHS Newsletter
"I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love
- Martin Luther King, Jr.
Dear Friends and Schoolmates,
This year the Martin Luther King holiday falls on the 21st, which is reserved for another annual observance, so we'll use this day for this. We celebrate it every year:
http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/01-16-06-NNHS-MLK-Day.html - (576 KB WAV version)
HOMEWORK (repeated from last year):
We have a Happy Birthday Two-fer today: Skippy Weitz ('57) AND Mary Markiewich Hux ('67) of VA are both celebrating!
Happy Birthday tomorrow to Johanne Coates Richardson ('57) AND President of the Class of 1966, Steve Kiger of VA, and to Chuck Anspach ('60) of NC on the 17th, and to Eileen Rash Vaught ('57) on the 18th!
Many Happy Returns to you all!
From Sepi Dinwiddie Prichard ('58) of NC - 01/13/08 - "Puzzle explanation Houdini puzzle from last fall":
Dear Carol and Typhoon Family,
Remember that puzzle thingy you ran and no one knew how it was done ? Well, for those of you who are curious....here is the answer ! A friend of mine in Texas has a husband and brother-in-law that are so far up on the math scale they would scare Einstein. Roberta's husband, Mike, is Head of the Head of the Math Department at the University or Texas in Austin. I have no idea what Tom does except that it involves math. I still don't really understand it, but it was so sweet of her to assume that I would ! Actually reading it made me a little dizzy and I had visions of Herman Levy floating in front of my eyes for a short while. For those of you that spent the best years of high school in eighth grade math like I did, hold on to both arms of your chair before reading this. For those of you that write back and say..."Oh, I knew that !" Just let me say.......Oh yeah ! why didn't we hear from you ?
I had to know !
Sepi aka Dimples
From Sepi's Friend, Roberta, of TX - 01/13/08:
Thanks, Dimples - and Roberta, Mike, and Tom!
This is so far over my head that I not only do not understand the answer or its progressions, I cannot even recall the PUZZLE!!! My only consolation is that I do recall being able to understand things of this nature forty-eleven years ago.....
From Al Farber ('64) of GA - 01/14/08 - "secrets some men keep":
Secret #1: Yes, we fall in lust 10 times a day -- but it doesn't mean we want to leave you.
If the oldest question in history is "What's for dinner?" the second oldest is "Were you looking at her?" The answer: Yes -- yes, we were. If you're sure your man doesn't look, it only means he possesses acute peripheral vision.
"When a woman walks by, even if I'm with my girlfriend, my vision picks it up," says Doug LaFlamme, 28, of Laguna Hills, California. "I fight the urge to look, but I just have to. I'm really in trouble if the woman walking by has a low-cut top on."
Granted, we men are well aware that our sizing up the produce doesn't sit well with you, given that we've already gone through the checkout line together. But our passing glances pose no threat.
"It's not that I want to make a move on her," says LaFlamme. "Looking at other women is like a radar that just won't turn off."
More than 21 million American men play at least one round of golf a year; of those, an astounding 75 percent regularly shoot worse than 90 strokes a round. In other words, they stink. The point is this: "Going golfing" is not really about golf. It's about you, the house, the kids -- and the absence thereof.
"I certainly don't play because I find it relaxing and enjoyable," admits Roland Buckingham, 32, of Lewes, Delaware, whose usual golf score of 105 is a far-from-soothing figure. "As a matter of fact, sometimes by the fourth hole I wish I were back at the house with the kids screaming. But any time I leave the house and don't invite my wife or kids -- whether it's for golf or bowling or picking up roadkill -- I'm just getting away."
This is a dicey one, so first things first: We love you to death. We think you're fantastic. Most of the time we're absolutely thrilled that we've made a lifelong vow of fidelity to you in front of our families, our friends and an expensive videographer.
But most of us didn't spend our formative years thinking, "Gosh, I just can't wait to settle down with a nice girl so we can grow old together." Instead we were obsessed with how many women who resembled Britney Spears we could have sex with before we turned 30. Generally it takes us a few years (or decades) to fully perish that thought.
In more than 7.4 million U.S. marriages, the wife earns more than the husband -- almost double the number in 1981. This of course is a terrific development for women in the workplace and warmly embraced by all American men, right? Right?
Yeah, well, that's what we tell you. But we're shallow, competitive egomaniacs. You don't think it gets under our skin if our woman's bringing home more bacon than we are -- and frying it up in a pan?
"My wife and I are both reporters at the same newspaper," says Jeffrey Newton, 33, of Fayetteville, South Carolina. "Five years into our marriage I still check her pay stub to see how much more an hour I make than she does. And because she works harder, she keeps closing the gap."
I risk being shunned at the local bar if this magazine finds its way there, because few charades are as beloved by guys as this one. To hear us talk, the Bataan Death March beats grouting that bathroom shower. And, as 30-year-old Ed Powers of Chicago admits, it's a shameless lie. "In truth, it's rewarding to tinker with and fix something that, without us, would remain broken forever," he says. Plus we get to use tools.
"The reason we don't share this information,"
Powers adds, "is that most women don't differentiate between taking out the
trash and fixing that broken hinge; to them, both are tasks we need to get done
over the weekend, preferably during the Bears game. But we want the
With apologies to Sigmund Freud, Gloria Steinem -- and my mother-in-law.
Sure, we look like adults. We own a few suits. We can probably order wine without giggling. But although we resemble our father when he was our age, we still feel like that 4-year-old clutching his pant leg.
With that much room left on our emotional-growth charts, we sense we've only begun to admire you in the ways we will when we're 40, 50 and -- God forbid -- 60. We can't explain this to you, because it would probably come out sounding like we don't love you now.
"It took at least a year before I really started to appreciate my wife for something other than just great sex; and I didn't discover her mind fully until the third year we were married," says Newton. "But the older and wiser I get, the more I love my wife." Adds J.P. Neal, 32, of Potomac, Maryland: "The for-richer-or-poorer, for-better-or-worse aspects of marriage don't hit you right away. It's only during those rare times when we take stock of our life that it starts to sink in."
You know how, during the day, you sometimes think about certain deep, complex "issues" in your relationship? Then when you get home, you want to "discuss" these issues? And during these "discussions," your man sits there nodding and saying things like, "Sure, I understand," "That makes perfect sense" and "I'll do better next time"?
Well, we don't understand. It doesn't make any sense to us at all. And although we'd like to do better next time, we could only do so if, in fact, we had an idea of what you're talking about.
We do care. Just be aware that the part of our brain that processes this stuff is where we store sports trivia.
Want to know how to reduce your big, tough guy to a quivering mass of fear? Ask him for the car keys.
"I am scared to death when she drives," says LaFlamme. Every time I ride with her, I fully accept that I may die at any moment," says Buckingham.
"My wife has about one 'car panic' story a week -- and it's never her fault. All these horrible things just keep happening -- it must be her bad luck," says Andy Beshuk, 31, of Jefferson City, Missouri.
Even if your man is too diplomatic to tell you, he is terrified that you will turn him into a crash-test dummy.
Granted, when I was 25 I was working 16-hour days and eating shrimp-flavored Ramen noodles six times a week. But as much as we love being with you now, we will always look back fondly on the malnourished freedom of our misguided youth. "Springsteen concerts, the '91 Mets, the Clinton presidency -- most guys reminisce about the days when life was good, easy and free of responsibility," says Rob Aronson, 41, of Livingston, New Jersey, who's been married for 11 years. "At 25 you can get away with things you just can't get away with at 40."
While it doesn't mean we're leaving you to join a rock band, it does explain why we occasionally come home from Pep Boys with a leather steering-wheel cover and a Born to Run CD.
I was on a trip to Mexico, standing on a beach, waxing my surfboard and admiring the glistening 10-foot waves, when I decided to marry the woman who is now my wife. Sure, this was three years before I got around to popping the question. But that was when I knew.
Why? Because she'd let me go on vacation alone. Hell, she made me go. This is the most important thing a man never told you: If you let us be dumb guys, if you embrace our stupid poker night, if you encourage us to go surfing -- by ourselves -- our silly little hearts, with their manly warts and all, will embrace you forever for it.
And that's the truth..
Typhoons Forever al
From the Head Cheerleader of 1958, Evelyn Fryer Fish of TX - 01/14/08 - "Paul Newman":
(if you don't understand this, tell your mother, she'll get it.)
A Michigan woman and her family were vacationing in a small new England town
where Paul Newman and his family often visited.
One Sunday morning, the woman got up early to take a long walk. After a brisk five-mile hike, she decided to treat herself to a double-dip chocolate ice cream cone.
She hopped in the car, drove to the center of the village and went straight to the combination bakery/ice cream parlor.
There was only one other patron in the store.
Paul Newman, sitting at the counter having a doughnut and coffee.
The woman's heart skipped a beat as her eyes made contact with those famous baby-blue eyes.
The actor nodded graciously and the star struck woman smiled demurely.
Pull yourself together! She chides herself. You're a happily married woman with three children, you're forty-five years old, not a teenager!
The clerk filled her order and she took the double-dip chocolate ice cream cone in one hand and her change in the other. Then she went out the door, avoiding even a glance in Paul Newman's direction.
When she reached her car, she realized that she had a handful of change but her other hand was empty.
Where's my ice cream cone? Did I leave it in the store? Back into the shop she went, expecting to see the cone still in the clerk's hand or in a holder on the counter or something. No ice cream cone was in sight.
With that, she happened to look over at Paul Newman.
His face broke into his familiar warm friendly grin and he said to the woman,
"You put it in your purse."
What a delightful story - thanks, Evelyn! But is an explanation of the Paul Newman's incredible magnetism really necessary?!? I should think all that's needful would be the viewing of a couple of great "old" films!
From Cheryl Mays Howard ('66) of VA - 01/14/08 - "Newsletters":
I am not getting
any music now from your
newsletters...and do look forward to it. I have a new computer
Boo hoo...still no music...Cheryl
AWW, I'm so sorry, Cheryl! :o( As I've mentioned many times, my knowledge of computers and their delicate workings is extremely limited, but this one is probably a very simple matter for you to correct. It lies either with the sound card on your new computer (doubtful), or with the media program you have installed. At the moment I personally am using Winamp, but there are several great programs from which you could choose. Check with a tech reppie - and when you're fully equipped once more, click back on the Newsletters to see what you've missed:
From Frances Goodson Wang ('65) of MD - 01/14/08:
GIGGLES - as are we all! Technically, I have a Goodson who married the sister of one of my ancestors in about 1850 or before, but as I think they never had children, I'd never mentioned it before. Now I cannot seem to find it, as though I imagined the whole thing (which I assure you, I did not). I'll look for that information again when my brain resumes functioning properly....
From F.A. Saunders (Hampton HS - '64) of VA - 01/14/08 - "Songs from the Juke Box":
We have run this before, F.A., but it's so cool that we'll run it again - thanks!
From Gail Kiger Bonsey (Ferguson HS - '73) of OR - 01/14/08:
Oh and by the way, right after I wrote you 'go TrailBlazers', they unfortunately lost by double OT to the Toronto Raptors....:( my but what a hot young team this year...even without our Greg Oden :)
Gail (Kiger) Bonsey FHS '73
EEK!!! Well, of course, you're right! It was Pam Weaver! My apologies to all!
Sorry about your team's loss, too, Gail! Thanks for the correction!
From Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of VA - 01/15/08 - "The Blonde and The Lord":
THE BLONDE AND THE LORD
A blonde wanted to go ice fishing. She had read many books on the subject and finally getting all the necessary tools together, she made for the ice!After positioning her comfy footstool, she started to make a circular cut in the ice. Suddenly, from the sky, a voice boomed, "THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE..."
Startled, the blonde moved further down the ice, poured a cup of cappuccino from her thermos, and began to cut yet another hole. Again from the heavens the voice bellowed, "THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE..."
The blonde, now worried, moved away..... clear down to the opposite end of the ice. She set up her stool once more and tried again to cut her hole in the ice.
The voice came once more, "THERE ARE NO FISH UNDER THE ICE.."
She stopped, looked skyward, and said, "IS THAT YOU LORD?"
The voice replied, "NO, THIS IS THE MANAGER OF THE ICE SKATING RINK."
From one of my Famous Marines, Herb Hice of MI, who served in the Pacific Theater during WWII - 01/15/08 - "Dear Carol / Dimples, Question ??? What is a Grandparent?":
WHAT IS A GRANDPARENT?
(taken from papers written by a class of 8-year-olds)
Grandparents are a lady and a man who have no little children of her own. They like other people's.
A grandfather is a man & a grandmother is a lady!
Grandparents don't have to do anything except be there when we come to see them. They are so old they shouldn't play hard or run. It is good if they drive us to the shops and give us money.
When they take us for walks, they slow down past things like pretty leaves and caterpillars.
They show us and talk to us about the color of the flowers and also why we shouldn't step on "cracks."
They don't say, "Hurry up."
Usually grandmothers are fat but not too fat to tie your shoes.
These are lovely, Herbie Darlin' - thanks!
From Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of VA - 01/15/08:
Thank you so much, Joyce! It's true; the Memorial Editions nearly always exact an emotional toll from me. The ones I prepare for close friends obviously take a great deal more, but I still feel they are one of the most important contributions I make in life, and it is a deep honor for me to be able to create them.
I didn't know Melba anywhere near as well as you did, but I saw her again at the 40-Year Reunion for the Class of 1964, and was struck by how well and vibrant she looked. My sincerest sympathies on the loss of your friend.
I've added this comment to Melba's Memorial Newsletter:
From Cookie Phillips Tyndall ('64) of VA - 01/15/08 - "New Phrase.....":
From Ronnie Glasofer Margolis ('63) of CA - 01/15/08 - "Our new email address":
Please make note in your internet address book of our new email address. It's
Sy and Ronnie Margolis
Thanks, Ronnie! I have you all switched in my address book! Let me know if you'd like it posted.
From Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of VA - 01/15/08 - "Idiot Sighting":
YOWZERONI-RINI - what a chilling thought! Thanks again, Joyce!
DATES TO REMEMBER:
1. Friday and Saturday, May 16 - 17, 2008 - NNHS CLASS OF 1958
Y'all take care of each other! TYPHOONS FOREVER! We'll Always Have Buckroe!
Love to all, Carol
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We Shall Overcome
Lyrics derived from Charles Tindley's gospel song "I'll Overcome Some Day" (1900), and opening and closing melody from the
19th-century spiritual "No More Auction Block for Me" (a song that dates to before the Civil War). According to Professor Donnell King of Pellissippi State Technical Community College (in Knoxville, Tenn.), "We Shall Overcome" was adapted from these gospel songs by "Guy Carawan, Candy Carawan, and a couple of other people associated with the Highlander Research and Education Center, currently located near Knoxville, Tennessee. I have in my possession copies of the lyrics that include a brief history of the song, and a notation that royalties from the song go to support the Highlander Center."
We shall overcome
We shall overcome some day
deep in my heart
I do believe
We shall overcome some day
We'll walk hand in hand
We'll walk hand in hand
We'll walk hand in hand some day
shall all be free
We shall all be free
We shall all be free some day
are not afraid
We are not afraid
We are not afraid some day
are not alone
We are not alone
We are not alone some day
whole wide world around
The whole wide world around
The whole wide world around some day
We shall overcome
We shall overcome some day
"We Shall Overcome" midi courtesy of http://www.godsgospel.com/spirituals.htm - 01/12/07
"We Shall Overcome" lyrics and history courtesy of http://www.k-state.edu/english/nelp/american.studies.s98/we.shall.overcome.html - 01/14/06
Image of Martin Luther King courtesy of
luther-king-day-2006-01-16%2Ftitle%2Fmartin-luther-king-day.jpg&url=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.metancity.com%2Frubrika%2Fclanky%2F2%2F - 01/12/07
Chain Link divider line clip art courtesy of http://www.freefever.com/graphics/line11.php - 01/16/05
Birthday Cake clip art courtesy of
Sarah Puckett Kressaty ('65) of
VA - 08/31/05
Thanks, Sarah Sugah!
Army Seal clip art courtesy of Al Farber ('64) of GA - 05/24/06
Animated Applause and Animated Yehaa Typhoon
clip art also courtesy of Al Farber ('64) of GA - 08/18/05
Thanks again, Al!
Crab clip art courtesy of http://www.geocities.com/agent99bm/ - 10/02/05
Anchor clip art courtesy of
(FHS - '72) of NC - 12/14/05
Animated Silly Bear (designed by AF Artist - Ryan Hagen) courtesy of http://www.animationfactory.com - 10/04/05
Laughter clip art courtesy of
McCain Rose ('65) of VA - 01/24/06
Marine Corps Seal clip art courtesy of Herbert Hice of MI - one of my Famous Marines who served in the South Pacific during WWII.
Animated Rolling on the Floor Laughing Boy courtesy of http://www.animationfactory.com - 04/06/05
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