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01/26/08 - NNHS Newsletter -
The Trail of the Lonesome Pine


"Separated lovers cheat absence by a thousand fancies which have their own reality. They are prevented from seeing one another and
they cannot write; nevertheless they find countless mysterious ways of corresponding, by sending each other the song of birds, the scent
of flowers, the laughter of children, the light of the sun, the sighing of the wind, and the gleam of the stars - all the beauties of creation."

Victor Hugo
(26 Feb 1802 - 22 May 1885)

Dear Friends and Schoolmates,   

   This is not the reason I chose this song, but actually my mama           the late Maxine Frix Buckley (John Marshall HS - '25), used to sing it to me, too. No, the reason I selected it was that I just visited the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia again - probably for the last time in a very long time.


UPCOMING BIRTHDAYS:

   Monday will bring us a Happy Birthday Four-Fer! Courtney Russ ('57),      Jennie Sheppard ('62) of NC,   Rick Billings ('65) of NC, AND my Granddaughter,    Rebecca Harty of IL will all be celebrating!

   Happy Birthday on Tuesday to the Sponsor of the Senior Class of 1965 and of the Senior Class of 1966,      Nancy Keesee (Tucker) Crawley ('57) of TX!

   And Happy Birthday on Wednesday to  Charlie Phillips ('65) of TN!

   Many Happy Returns to you all!

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


From Bob Burns of VA - 01/22/08 - "Laus Deo":

WORTH THE TIME

THIS IS NEW TO ME AND GOOD TO KNOW -- http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZN GOD BLESSED AMERICA. LET'S PRAY WE KEEP IT THAT WAY.....  
 

One detail that is never mentioned is that in Washington , D.C. there can never be a building of greater height than the Washington Monument  
.

With all the uproar about removing the ten commandments, etc., this is worth a moment or two of your time.  I was not aware of this amazing historical information.  

On the aluminum cap, atop the Washington Monument in Washington , D.C. , are displayed two words: 
Laus Deo.


No one can see these words.  In fact, most visitors to the monument are totally unaware they are even there and for that matter, probably couldn't care less.
 

Once you know 
Laus Deo's history , you will want to share this with everyone you know.  These words have been there for many years; they are 555 feet, 5.125 inches high, perched atop the monument, facing skyward to the Father of our nation, overlooking the 69 square miles which comprise the District of Columbia , capital of the United States of America .

Laus Deo!
  Two seemingly insignificant, unnoticed words Out of sight and, one might think, out of mind, but very meaningfully placed at the highest point over what is the most powerful city in the most successful nation in the world.  


So, what do those two words, in Latin, composed of just four syllables and only seven letters, possibly mean?  Very simply, they say "Praise be to God!"

Though construction of this giant obelisk began in 1848, when James Polk was President of the United States , it was not until 1888 that the monument was inaugurated and opened to the public.  It took twenty-five years to finally cap the memorial with a tribute to the Father of our nation,
Laus Deo. "Praise be to God!" 

From atop this magnificent granite and marble structure, visitors may take in the beautiful panoramic view of the city with its division into four major segments.  From that vantage point, one can also easily see the original plan of the designer, Pierre Charles l'Enfant ..a perfect cross imposed upon the landscape, with the White House to the north.  The Jefferson Memorial is to
the south, the Capitol to the east and the Lincoln Memorial to the west.
 

 

A cross you ask?  Why a cross?  What about separation of church and state? Yes, a cross;
separation of church and state was not, is not, in the ConstitutionSo, read on. How interesting and, no doubt, intended to carry a profound meaning for those who bother to notice.  

Praise be to God!  Within the monument itself are 898 steps and 50 landings.  As one climbs the steps and pauses at the landings the memorial stones share a message. 
  • On the 12th Landing is a prayer offered by the City of Baltimore;
  • on the 20th is a memorial presented by some Chinese Christians;
  • on the 24th a presentation made by Sunday School children from New York and Philadelphia quoting Proverbs 10:7, Luke 18:16 and Proverbs 22:6. Praise be to God!  

    When the cornerstone of the Washington Monument was laid on July 4th, 1848 deposited within it were many items including the Holy Bible presented by the Bible Society. Praise be to God!  Such was the discipline, the moral direction, and the spiritual mood given by the founder and first President of our unique democracy "One Nation, Under God."  

 I am awed by Washington 's prayer for America.  Have you ever read it? Well, now is your unique opportunity, so read on!

 
"Almighty God; We make our earnest prayer that Thou wilt keep the United States in Thy holy protection; that Thou wilt incline the hearts of the citizens to cultivate a spirit of subordination and obedience to government; and entertain a brotherly affection and love for one another and for their fellow citizens of the United States at large. And finally that Thou wilt most graciously be pleased to dispose us all to do justice, to love mercy, and to demean ourselves with that charity, humility, and pacific temper of mind which were the characteristics of the Divine Author of our blessed religion, and without a humble imitation of whose example in these things we can never hope to be a happy nation.  Grant our supplication, we beseech Thee, through Jesus Christ our Lord.  Amen."
  • Laus Deo!

When one stops to observe the inscriptions found in public places all over our nation's capitol, he or she will easily find the signature of God, as it is unmistakably inscribed everywhere you look. You may forget the width and height of "Laus Deo ", its location, or the architects but no one who reads this will be able to forget its meaning, or these words: "Unless the Lord builds the house its builders labor in vain.  Unless the Lord watches over the city, the watchmen stand guard in vain."  (Psalm 127: 1)  

It is hoped you will send this to every child you know; to every sister, brother, father, mother or friend.  They will not find offense, because you have given them a lesson in history that they probably never learned in school.  With that, be not ashamed, or afraid, but have pity on those who will never see this because someone failed to send it on.

   Thanks, Bob! And here's "the rest of the story" - very interesting:

http://www.snopes.com/politics/religion/monument.asp


    From My Niece, Shari, of VA - 01/22/08 - Faith's Light":

  Every cloud has a silver lining,
I know this to be true,
Every time you see a sunbeam,
They're shining back at you.

When you see a rainbow,
Its beauty bright and full,
Remember that the rainbow
Could ne'er be here at all...

If it weren't for rainy days,
Our world would never see;
The splendor of a rainbow,
God produced for you and me!

Since every cloud has a silver lining,
Every ray of sun is gold,
A piece of Heaven here on earth,
For us to keep and hold.

Storms may come our way now,
Days of dreary rain,
We cannot know the reason behind them,
It's something God can explain.
When the path on which we tread,
Is covered in blackest mire,
It's then the Saviour holds us,
And he will never tire.

We may fall and stumble,
When the road is dark as night,
But to God that is no trouble,
He is our very sight.

We cannot see in darkness,
As blind and helpless mice,
We trip upon the stony path,
Trouble holds us in a vice.

Don't worry when the clouds,
Overtake the sky,
Behind every cloud,
Is a sunbeam on the sly.

Every cloud has a silver lining,
Don't you know it's true?
And the glory of the rainbow
Is God smiling down at you.
 
 
 
 

 

 

 

 
 

by: Rachel Marie Bentham Copyright © 2008

    Thanks, Shari! I like this one! 


 From Pauline Collins Shofner ('65) of VA - 01/22/08 - "New Email Address":

New email address for Pauline and Charles Shofner is pcshofner@verizon.net   We wanted to let you know that we won’t be using Juno after this month.

Charles and Pauline

   Thanks, Pauline! I changed my mailing list, and as you had previously authorized me to publish your email addie, I updated the Contact page for the Class of 1965 as well:

http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/SITE-MAP.html

     http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/contact-ALL.html

          http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/contact-B.html


    From Harry Covert ('57) of Northern VA - 01/23/08:

Carol:
 
I hope you will enjoy your days off.  You deserve them, especially keeping all Typhoons informed with so much efficiency and interesting info.
 
Harry
Class of 57

   Thank you so much, Harry! I do maintain a strict policy of always enjoying myself - even when the occasion was as much hard labor and as heart wrenching as this one was!


    From Jean Poole Burton ('64) of RI - 01/23/08 - "Look at it this way...":

Next time you come "up North" you will be able to stop at my house and have a meal...maybe we can even pick you up at the airport and deliver you to your family in MA.  Wouldn't that be fun? 

   Thanks, Jean - that would be fun! It would be a lot more fun if those words so frequently spotted by genealogists in their research would stop haunting me: "This family moved west and was never heard from again.".....

We used to sing those old songs every Friday at the nursing home where I worked.  I love that one (Till We Meet Again...) and I love I'll Be Seeing You...Sometimes our church sings "God Be with You Till We Meet Again" at the closing of the service...I can't get though it without tears...always think about my Daddy...miss him so much and think about him every single day. 

BTW my mother, who was "sent home to get her affairs in order" in 2001 after cancer surgery, is in Florida with her boyfriend...having fun in the sun!!!  A real miracle.  Four years on Feb. 12...HOW MERCIFUL IS OUR GOD...

   So true, Jean! And yo' mama is a hoot - bless her heart and more power to her!!!


  From Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of VA - 01/23/08 - "UPS Airlines":

This one has been around before, but - thought you might need a laugh.
 
 UPS Airlines 
    
 Remember it takes a college degree to fly a plane, but only a high school diploma to fix one; a reassurance for those of us who fly routinely in our jobs.

       After every flight, UPS pilots fill out a form, called a "gripe sheet," which tells mechanics about problems with the aircraft. The mechanics correct the problems, document their repairs on the form, and then pilots review the gripe sheets before the next flight.

       Never let it be said that ground crews lack a sense of humor. Here are some actual maintenance complaints submitted by UPS ' pilots (marked with a P) and the solutions recorded (marked with an S) by maintenance engineers.

       By the way, UPS is the only major airline that has never, ever, had an accident.

       P: Left inside main tire almost needs replacement. 
       S: Almost replaced left inside main tire.

       P: Test flight OK, except auto-land very rough. 
       S: Auto-land not installed on this aircraft.

       P: Something loose in cockpit 
       S: Something tightened in cockpit

       P: Dead bugs on windshield. 
       S: Live bugs on  back-order.

       P: Autopilot in altitude-hold mode produces a 200 feet per minute Descent 
       S: Cannot reproduce problem on ground.

       P: Evidence of leak on right main landing gear. 
       S: Evidence removed. 

       P: DME volume unbelievably loud. 
       S: DME volume set to more believable level.

       P: Friction locks cause throttle levers to stick. 
       S: That's what friction locks are for.

       P: IFF inoperative in OFF mode. 
       S: IFF always inoperative in OFF mode.

       P: Suspected crack in windshield. 
       S: Suspect you're right.

       P: Number 3 engine missing.
       S:  Engine found on right wing after brief search

       P: Aircraft handles funny. 
       S: Aircraft warned to straighten up, fly right, and be serious.

       P: Target radar hums. 
       S: Reprogrammed target radar with lyrics.

       P: Mouse in cockpit. 
       S: Cat installed.

       And the best one for last

       P: Noise coming from under instrument panel. Sounds like a midget pounding on something with a hammer. 
       S: Took hammer away from midget.
 Joyce Cahoon

   WILD GIGGLES! Thanks, Joyce - you were right!


      From one of my Famous Marines,  Herb Hice of MI, who served in the Pacific Theater during WWII -  01/23/08 - "Dear Carol / Dimples, A big Reward offered":

  Dear Carol / Dimples

Sure would like to get my Cat back. I miss her so.

Herbie

   WILD GIGGLES!!! Thanks, Herbie Darlin'! I'm quite sure that I heard this as a true story from a friend of mine five years ago, except that it involved a dog and a wife!

 
 


      From My Sister, Eleanor Buckley Nowitzky ('59) of NC - 01/23/08 - "Political correctness is dangerous":

Good food for thought and advice:

DON'T LET 'POLITICAL CORRECTNESS'  BE THE GUIDING PRINCIPLE THAT PROVIDES THE SANCTUARY FOR THESE FANATICS TO THRIVE!

A man whose family was German aristocracy prior to World War II owned a number of large industries and estates. When asked how many German people were true Nazis, the answer he gave can guide our attitude toward fanaticism.

'Very few people were true Nazis,' he said,' but many enjoyed the return of German pride, and many more were too busy to care. I was one of those who just thought the Nazis were a bunch of fools. So, the majority just sat back and let it all happen. Then, before we knew it, they owned us, and we had lost control, and the end of the world had come. My family lost everything. I ended up in a concentration camp and the Allies destroyed my factories.'


We are told again and again by 'experts' and 'talking heads' that Islam is the religion of peace, and that the vast majority of Muslims just want to live in peace.

Although this unqualified ASSERTION MAY BE TRUE, IT IS ENTIRELY IRRELEVANT. It is meaningless fluff, meant to make us feel better, and meant to somehow diminish the spectre of fanatics rampaging across the globe in the name of Islam. The FACT IS THAT THE FANATICS RULE ISLAM AT THIS MOMENT IN HISTORY.

It is the fanatics who march. It is the fanatics who wage any one of 50 shooting wars worldwide. It is the fanatics who systematically slaughter Christian or tribal groups throughout Africa and are gradually taking over the entire continent in an Islamic wave. It is the fanatics who bomb, behead, murder, or honor kill. It is the fanatics who take over mosque after mosque. It is the fanatics who zealously spread the stoning and hanging of rape victims and homosexuals. The hard quantifiable fact is that the 'peaceful majority,' the 'silent majority,' is cowed and extraneous.

Communist Russia was comprised of Russians who just wanted to live in peace, yet the Russian Communists were responsible for the murder of about 20 million people. The peaceful majority were irrelevant.

China 's huge population was peaceful as well, but Chinese Communists managed to kill a staggering 70 million people.

The average Japanese individual prior to World War II was not a warmongering sadist. Yet, Japan murdered and slaughtered its way across South East Asia in an orgy of killing that included the systematic murder of 12 million Chinese civilians; most killed by sword, shovel, and bayonet.

And, who can forget Rwanda, which collapsed into butchery. Could it not be said that the majority of Rwandans were 'peace loving?'

History lessons are often incredibly simple and blunt, yet for all our powers of reason we often miss the most basic and uncomplicated of points: PEACE-LOVING MUSLIMS HAVE BEEN MADE IRRELEVANT BY THEIR SILENCE.

Peace-loving Muslims WILL BECOME OUR ENEMY IF THEY DON'T SPEAK UP, because like my friend from Germany, they will awaken one day and find that the fanatics own them, and the end of their world will have begun.

PEACE-LOVING Germans, Japanese, Chinese, Russians, Rwandans, Serbs, Afghanis, Iraqis, Palestinians, Somalis, Nigerians, Algerians, and many others have died BECAUSE THE PEACEFUL MAJORITY did not speak up until it was too late.

As for us who watch it all unfold; WE MUST PAY ATTENTION TO THE ONLY GROUP THAT COUNTS; THE FANATICS WHO THREATEN OUR WAY OF LIFE.

Lastly, at the risk of offending, anyone who doubts that the issue is serious and just deletes this email without sending it on, __IS CONTRIBUTING TO THE PASSIVENESS THAT ALLOWS THE PROBLEMS TO EXPAND__.
So, extend yourself a bit and send this on! Let us hope that thousands, world wide, read this - think about it - and send it on.

I believe THIS is part of why  OUR TROOPS need to be  OVERSEAS PROTECTING OUR SHORES.............

   Thanks, Eleanor - this raises some interesting points!


      From one of my Famous Marines,  Herb Hice of MI, who served in the Pacific Theater during WWII - 01/23/08 - "Dear Carol / Dimples, The Old Paths - I wish for that too!!!!":

Dear Carol / Dimples
 
One of my favorite tunes, The Tennessee Waltz.
 
Herbie
 
I wish the old paths were before us instead of behind us.
 
THE OLD PATHS

I liked the old paths, when
Moms were at home.
Dads were at work.
Brothers went into the army.
And sisters got married BEFORE having children!

Crime did not pay;
Hard work did;
And people knew the difference.

Moms could cook;
Dads would work;
Children would behave.

Husbands were loving;
Wives were supportive;
And children were polite.

Women wore the jewelry;
And Men wore the pants.
Women looked like ladies;
Men looked like gentlemen;
And children looked decent.

People loved the truth,
And hated a lie;
They came to church to get IN,
Not to get OUT!

Hymns sounded Godly;
Sermons sounded helpful;
Rejoicing sounded normal;
And crying sounded sincere.

Cursing was wicked;
Drugs were for illness;
And divorce was unthinkable.

The flag was honored;
America was beautiful;
And God was welcome!

We read the Bible in public;
Prayed in school;
And preached from house to house
To be called an American was worth dying for;
To be called a Christian was worth living for;
To be called a traitor was a shame!


Preachers preached because they had a message;
And Christians rejoiced because they had the VICTORY!
Preachers preached from the Bible;
Singers sang from the heart;
And sinners turned to the Lord to be SAVED!

A new birth meant a new life;
Salvation meant a changed life;
Following Christ led to eternal life.

Being a preacher meant you proclaimed the word of God;
Being a deacon meant you would serve the Lord;
Being a Christian meant you would live for Jesus;
And being a sinner meant someone was praying for you!

Laws were based on the Bible;
Homes read the Bible;
And churches taught the Bible.

God was worshiped;
Christ was exalted;
And the Holy Spirit was respected..

Church was where you found Christians
on the Lord's day, rather than in the garden,
on the creek bank, on the golf course,
Or being entertained somewhere else.

I still like the old paths the best!
 
"The Old Paths" was written by a retired minister who lives in Tennessee

   Thanks, Herbie Darlin'! I'm assuming that this story was playing "The Tennessee Waltz" before it reached me. I think we can arrange to use that in an upcoming Newsletter!



MICHAEL MAGUIRE:

  From Adrian Whitcomb ('67) of VA - 01/23/08 - "Michael Maguire":

Carol,
 
This is a reply to the inquiry concerning Michael Maguire in the January 21, 2008 newsletter. I have known the Maguire family for 40 years now. They lived down the street from me, on 54TH Street. The first time that I visited the Maguires in 1968, I played a game of ping pong with Michael.
 
Michael, the oldest of six siblings, attended Warwick High School. In the years just after NNHS closed, the boundary between Ferguson High and Warwick High was between 54TH and 55TH Streets. Michael is old enough to have started at NNHS and later transfer to Warwick, but I do not know that he did. His siblings graduated from Ferguson High School. Linda, Jennifer, and Alan Maguire all appeared in Ferguson High School plays, which I attended, usually providing a ride for Mrs. Maguire. I do not think that Michael was in any drama productions during high school. He attended Warwick instead of Ferguson because he considered the music department there to be superior. Michael also sang in the youth choir at Calvary Baptist Church, during the time that I worked with the youth there. He studied music at James Madison University and Oberlin College, but became a stockbroker in New York City. After saving some money, he decided to work as a professional singer and seemed to fit the role of Enjolras in "Les Misérables" perfectly. I was living in Northern Virginia from 1983 until 1988 and saw the production at the Kennedy Center before it went to Broadway.
 
I decided to call Alice Maguire this morning and ask her about Michael. She still lives down the street from me and often has picked up my mail and newspaper when I have been out of town. Mrs. Maguire keeps me updated as to how and what her children, grandchildren, and now great-grandchildren are doing. She told me that Michael doesn't like to publicize his age, but since you already know his birth date, I'd like to clarify that he probably graduated from high school in 1973. She didn't think that he attended NNHS. Some of her younger children attended Newport News Intermediate School. Michael is always trying something new. He will become a lawyer this spring.
 
Anyone interested in the Maguire family is welcome to contact me at  webpages2020@yahoo.com
 
Adrian Whitcomb
NNHS Class of 1967

   WOWZERONI-RINI!!! Thanks, Adrian - I really appreciate your taking the time to clarify all this for us! I have (or have had) the Tenth Anniversary Les Miz concert on tape (both audio and video), and have thoroughly enjoyed all the magnificent performances - including Michael's - over the years!


    From Gail Kiger Bonsey (Ferguson HS - '73) of OR - 101/25/08 - "Michael Maguire":

In response to your 1/23/08 newsletter from       Tom Norris (Hampton HS - '73 - of VA) looking up Michael Maguire in the '71 Anchor....

Mike lived near Calvary Baptist at the time, but did not go to NNHS in '71.  He went to Warwick High School, as I did.  We were bused to Ferguson High our junior year, where we graduated in '73.  

Gail (Kiger) Bonsey, Portland, OR     FHS '73  Go Farmers - now Raiders.. Go Mariners.. go Ducks.. go Blazers!

   MORE WOWZERONI-RINI!!! Thanks, Gail!



DATES TO REMEMBER:

1. Friday and Saturday, May 16 - 17, 2008 - NNHS CLASS OF 1958


    From Jerry Blanchard ('62) of VA - 01/12/08 - "Gas Stations Of Yesteryear-------------------------this IS REAL Americana" (#4 in a Series of 37):

Carol, do not know if you would like to show these or not. Just brings back a lot memories from yesteryear. Hope you like them. 

Jerry Blanchard (62) of Va.

Gas Stations Of  Yesteryear

Back when life was much simpler and gas was 18-25 cents a gallon!!

(or there about) and as low as 17 cents during gas wars.

 



Old American Gas Stations from all around the country  
Some are abandoned, some are restored and many are still in use.  

 
 

Yeah . . .  I remember!

 And with a fill-up you got the gas pumped for you, your windshield cleaned, oil and fluids checked, tires checked,
a free map, if you wanted it, and greeted in ENGLISH !!!

Yeah! I remember!!!

Enjoy Your Days & Love Your Life.... Because...."Life is a journey to be savored."

  Thanks, Jerry, I remember them quite fondly, too!


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

                          Love to all, Carol

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The Trail of the Lonesome Pine

Words by Ballard MacDonald
Music by Harry Carroll


In the pale moonshine our hearts entwine
Where you carved your name and I carved mine
Oh, you - like the mountains are blue
Like the pine - I am lonesome for you

In the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia
On the trail of the lonesome Pine

On a mountain in Virginia stands a lonesome Pine
Just below is the little cabin home of a little girl of mine
Her name is June and very, very soon she'll belong to me
For I know she's waiting there for me 'neath that lone Pine tree;

In the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia
On the trail of the lonesome Pine


"The Trail of the Lonesome Pine" midi (sequenced by Mark Collins) courtesy of http://www.roughwood.net/Interests/Music.htm - 01/26/08

"The Trail of the Lonesome Pine" lyrics courtesy of http://www.traditionalmusic.co.uk/folk-song-lyrics/Trail_of_the_Lonesome_Pine.htm - 01/26/08

Skyline Drive Postcard (postmarked 05 May 1942) courtesy
of http://freepages.genealogy.rootsweb.com/~blumbarton/photographs/Postcards/postcards.htm - 01/26/08

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

Brown Leaf Divider Line clip art courtesy of http://www.wtv-zone.com/nevr2l82/bars4.html - 06/21/07

Animated Tiny 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
Thanks, Al!

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!!

Anchor clip art courtesy of Steve Silsby (FHS - '72) of NC - 12/14/05
Thanks, Steve!

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

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

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