01/21/13 - NNHS Newsletter
“My religious belief
teaches me to feel as safe in battle as in bed. God has fixed the time
Thomas Jonathan Jackson
Dear Friends and Schoolmates,
We try to celebrate this very special day each year.
General Jackson's widow, Mary Anna Morrison Jackson, died on March 24, 1915, in Charlotte, North Carolina, at the age of 83. When my mama, the late Maxine Frix Buckley (John Marshall HS - '25) (19 May 1908 - 15 Feb 1999) was born there on Green Street seven years earlier, Mrs. Jackson was living on that same block.
THIS WEEK'S BIRTHDAYS:
Happy Birthday today to Carol Collier Sparrow ('63) of VA!
Happy Birthday tomorrow to Bruce Sims ('56) of VA AND Carolyn Clark Wilt ('57) AND Sandra Sherman Filippo ('57) AND Rochelle Spooner ('63) of NY!
Happy Birthday this
23 - Chandler Nelms (Hampton HS - '63) of MD;
25 - Jeannie Collier Fitzgerald ('65) of VA;
26 - Charis Bean Duke (Governor Thomas Johnson HS, MD - '85) of NC;
28 - Courtney Russ ('57) AND Jennie Sheppard ('62) of NC AND Rick Billings ('65) of NC AND My Granddaughter, Becca Harty of IL!
Many Happy Returns to you all!
THIS DAY IN WWII:
January 21, 1941 - The British communist newspaper, the "Daily Worker," was banned due to wartime restrictions.
THIS DAY IN 1963:
From Susie Overton Jones ('63) of VA - 01/20/13, 4:41 PM - "Update information for Class of 1963":
Good afternoon. Could you please make a few changes on our missing list page:
FOUND: Enid Bass Sharf / Inez Clemmons / Ann Comer / Fred Shelton / Lura Ann Strange.
Add the following to the missing: Brenda Duncan/ James Hicks / Wayne Johnson / Thomas Mercer / Dwight Rowe / Ellis Wasserman / Russell Vaughan / Pamela McKnight Young
Correct the following: Kent Craft to read Kent Kraft.
Contact for the 50th reunion is: Susie Overton Jones - email@example.com or Frank Gibson, firstname.lastname@example.org.
Does anyone have any knowledge of the whereabouts of anyone on this list?
From My Husband, Paul Harty (Bardolph HS, IL - '61) of NC - 01/20/13, 12:05 PM - Because of Love":
I have seen this email before... The story is so poignant, full of one good message after another, and rather indicative of how the things of the past are forgotten in our rush to capture the gold ring. It may touch a spot in your hearts and may just be a good story, but it will cause you to pause and think about how the simple things of life, like true love, are really the most important ones.
|A brother and sister had made
their usual hurried, obligatory pre-Christmas visit to the little farm
where dwelt their elderly parents with their small herd of horses. The
farm was where they had grown up and had been named Lone Pine Farm
because of the huge pine, which topped the hill behind the farm. Through
the years the tree had become a talisman to the old man and his wife,
and a landmark in the countryside. The young siblings had fond memories
of their childhood here, but the city hustle and bustle added more
excitement to their lives, and called them away to a different life.
The old folks no longer showed their horses, for the years had taken their toll, and getting out to the barn on those frosty mornings was getting harder, but it gave them a reason to get up in the mornings and a reason to live. They sold a few foals each year, and the horses were their reason for joy in the morning and contentment at day's end.
Angry, as they prepared to leave, the young couple confronted the old folks "Why do you not at least dispose of The Old One." She is no longer of use to you. It's been years since you've had foals from her. You should cut corners and save so you can have more for yourselves. How can this old worn out horse bring you anything but expense and work? Why do you keep her anyway?"
The old man looked down at his worn boots, holes in the toes, scuffed at the barn floor and replied, " Yes, I could use a pair of new boots.
His arm slid defensively about the Old One's neck as he drew her near with gentle caressing he rubbed her softly behind her ears. He replied softly, "We keep her because of love. Nothing else, just love."
Baffled and irritated, the young folks wished the old man and his wife a Merry Christmas and headed back toward the city as darkness stole through the valley.
The old couple shook their heads in sorrow that it had not been a happy visit. A tear fell upon their cheeks. How is it that these young folks do not understand the peace of the love that filled their hearts?
So it was, that because of the unhappy leave-taking, no one noticed the insulation smoldering on the frayed wires in the old barn. None saw the first spark fall. None but the "Old One".
In a matter of minutes, the whole barn was ablaze and the hungry flames were licking at the loft full of hay. With a cry of horror and despair, the old man shouted to his wife to call for help as he raced to the barn to save their beloved horses. But the flames were roaring now, and the blazing heat drove him back. He sank sobbing to the ground, helpless before the fire's fury. His wife back from calling for help cradled him in her arms, clinging to each other, they wept at their loss.
By the time the fire department arrived, only smoking, glowing ruins were left, and the old man and his wife, exhausted from their grief, huddled together before the barn. They were speechless as they rose from the cold snow covered ground. They nodded thanks to the firemen as there was nothing anyone could do now. The old man turned to his wife, resting her white head upon his shoulders as his shaking old hands clumsily dried her tears with a frayed red bandana. Brokenly he whispered, "We have lost much, but God has spared our home on this eve of Christmas. Let us gather strength and climb the hill to the old pine where we have sought comfort in times of despair. We will look down upon our home and give thanks to God that it has been spared and pray for our beloved most precious gifts that have been taken from us.
And so, he took her by the hand and slowly helped her up the snowy hill as he brushed aside his own tears with the back of his old and withered hand.
The journey up the hill was hard for their old bodies in the steep snow. As they stepped over the little knoll at the crest of the hill, they paused to rest, looking up to the top of the hill the old couple gasped and fell to their knees in amazement at the incredible beauty before them.
Seemingly, every glorious, brilliant star in the heavens was caught up in the glittering, snow-frosted branches of their beloved pine, and it was aglow with heavenly candles. And poised on its top most bough, a crystal crescent moon glistened like spun glass. Never had a mere mortal created a Christmas tree such as this. They were breathless as the old man held his wife tighter in his arms.
Suddenly, the old man gave a cry of wonder and incredible joy. Amazed and mystified, he took his wife by the hand and pulled her forward. There, beneath the tree, in resplendent glory, a mist hovering over and glowing in the darkness was their Christmas gift. Shadows glistening in the night light.
Bedded down about the "Old One" close to the trunk of the tree, was the entire herd, safe.
At the first hint of smoke, she had pushed the door ajar with her muzzle and had led the horses through it. Slowly and with great dignity, never looking back, she had led them up the hill, stepping cautiously through the snow. The foals were frightened and dashed about. The skittish yearlings looked back at the crackling, hungry flames, and tucked their tails under them as they licked their lips and hopped like rabbits. The mares that were in foal with a new year’s crop of babies, pressed uneasily against the "Old One" as she moved calmly up the hill and to safety beneath the pine. And now she lay among them and gazed at the faces of the old man and his wife.
Those she loved she had not disappointed. Her body was brittle with years, tired from the climb, but the golden eyes were filled with devotion as she offered her gift---
Because of love. Only Because of love.
Tears flowed as the old couple shouted their praise and joy... And again the peace of love filled their hearts...
This is an Inspirational message sent to a small group of people. My hope is that it will make your day just a little bit better.
Thanks so much,
As you may have suspected, it's not a TRUE story, but that doesn't stop it from being a GOOD story! That's what parable are and all they were ever meant to be!
(DUDE! What are you doing out of BED?!?)
BONUS GREY CROCHET PATTERNS:
Grey Shadows Scarf - "A combination of fun faux fur balls in one
yarn, the elegant, subtly changing colors in another, accented by just
the right touch of metallic glitter, make this scarf a unique fashion
accent for your fall and winter wardrobe."
http://www.redheart.com/files/patterns/pdf/LW2903.pdf - Kim Guzman's Grey Splendor Vest - "The sparkle in this crocheted vest lends it to being worn for the office with a tailored blouse or for evening with a lower cut knit top. The longer silhouette is flattering to all body types." - Actually, as much as I like it, I happen to know this would look hideous on me at the moment!
http://www.thelittlebazaar.com/item/2756/ - Grey Crocheted Pineapples Pattern Cotton Long Skirt - "The crochet lace is in grey in this stylish, contemporary long skirt. The crocheted lace has a quality inner cotton matching lining. The fringed bottom style makes this an exciting and new addition to the so in-fashion long skirts..." - This isn't a pattern at all, but a ready-made skirt retailing for $39.95, but it was just too fabulous not to share with y'all!
BONUS - STONEWALL JACKSON INN'S (HARRISONBURG, VA) RECIPES:
Stonewall Jackson’s Roasted Hash -
“I generally use this as a side dish to
Benedict – Stonewall Style. They go together like Batman & Robin,
complementing each other with contrasting seasoning, flavors, and
heartiness. The hash should be made the night before, cover tightly and
refrigerate overnight.”- Dr. Wayne Engel, Innkeeper
http://www.stonewalljacksoninn.com/recipes/eggs-benedict/ - Wayne’s Eggs Benedict ~ Stonewall Style - “This is our most requested Signature “Breakfast to Remember” and my personal favorite. The version here is easy to make, yet elegant and healthy. I serve it with a side of our unique Stonewall Roasted Hash.”- Dr. Wayne Engel, Innkeeper
www.ajokeaday.com - 01/20/13:
There once was a dog named Tax. I opened the door and income Tax.
DATES TO REMEMBER:
1.Thursday, February 7, 2013 - The NNHS Class of 1955 holds
Lunch Bunch gatherings on the first Thursday of every month
at Steve & John's Steak House on Jefferson Avenue just above
Denbigh Boulevard in Newport News at 11:00 AM. The luncheon
is not limited to just the Class of '55; if you have friends
in that year, go visit with them.
2. Wednesday, February 13, 2013 - 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.
3. Friday and Saturday, October 4 and 5, 2013 - The NNHS Class of 1963 will hold their 50-Year Reunion at the Crowne Plaza Hotel, Hampton on the Water. SEE: The website which has been set up for their class at www.nnhs1963.com; CONTACT: Frank Gibson, email@example.com, Joyce Williams Nettles, firstname.lastname@example.org, or Susie Overton Jones, email@example.com
http://www.nnhs65.com/requests-prayers.html - updated 01/17/13
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
NNHS CLASS OF '65 WEB SITE:
NNHS CLASS OF '65 WEB SITE: http://www.nnhs65.com
Carol Buckley Harty
7020 Lure Court
Fayetteville, NC 28311-9309
THREE WAYS TO DONATE:
2.Go to www.PayPal.com, log in, select "Send Money (Services) to firstname.lastname@example.org; or
3. Just mail it directly to my home. Thanks!
Richmond Dispatch, March 19, 1893.]
Dan Emmett its Author and New York the Place of Its Production.
I wish I was in the land of cotton,
old times there are not forgotten,
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land.
In Dixie land where I was born in, early on a frosty mornin',
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land.
Then I wish I was in Dixie, hooray! Hooray!
In Dixie land I'll take my stand, to live and die in Dixie,
Away, away, away down south in Dixie,
Away, away, away down south in Dixie.
Old Missus marry Will de Weaber, Will-yum was a gay deceaber,
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land.
But when he put his arm around her,
smiled as fierce as a forty pounder.
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land. (Chorus)
Dars buckwheat cakes an' ingen batter, makes you fat or a little fatter,
Look away, look away, look away, Dixie land.
Den hoe it down and scratch your grabble to Dixie's land
I'm bound to travel,
Look away, look away, look away Dixie land. (Chorus)
"Dixie" midi courtesy of
at the suggestion of Dave Spriggs ('64) of VA - 08/10/03
"Dixie" lyrics courtesy of http://www.countrygoldusa.com/dixie.asp and http://www.civilwarhome.com/dixie.htm - 01/19/08
Images of General Jackson courtesy of http://www.vmi.edu/archives/jackson/Photocoll/jacksonimages_exhibit.asp - 01/19/05
Large Confederate Divider Bar clip art courtesy of http://www.tennessee-scv.org/Camp1513/clipart6.htm - 01/18/05
Small Confederate Divider Line clip art courtesy of http://www.cybergifs.com/confederate/indexr1.html - 05/31/06
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)
Birthday Cake clip art courtesy of
Sarah Puckett Kressaty ('65) of
VA - 08/31/05
Thanks, Sarah Sugah!
Hampton High School's Crab clip art courtesy of
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!
Governor Thomas Johnson High School's Logo courtesy of http://www.tjathletics.org/ - 06/16/08
Navy Seal clip art courtesy of http://www.onemileup.com/miniSeals.asp - 05/29/06
courtesy of Glenn Dye ('60) of TX - 08/28/09
Animated Laughing Smiley
McCain Rose ('65) of VA - 02/07/05
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