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02/20/09 - NNHS Newsletter
Tears on My Pillow

“Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears
once in a while, so that we can see Life
with a clearer view again.”

- Alex Tan

Dear Friends and Schoolmates, 

   The theme for today's Newsletter was first used just over four years ago:

http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/02-07-05-NNHS-Tears-on-My-Pillow.html

BONUS #1- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nLkd7sD9dzo - Little Anthony & The Imperials - Hit Medley

BONUS #2 - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DqUG6YBgLAw - Little Anthony - Tears on My Pillow, 1985


HEALTH UPDATE:

     From the Head Flagtwirler of 1965, Janice McCain Rose of VA - 02/19/09 - "Good News...":

Fred had another endoscopy today and it's stage T1....we were praying for T2....so this is even better!!!!
The tumor is fully contained....has not penetrated the wall of the esophagus at all...and the cancer cells are the SLOW growing kinds of cancer cells.
 
We are pretty confident that there is no more cancer anywhere in his body.  We also hope that he has passed with flying colors all the tests that he has had this week (8)....and is physically ready for the surgery.  We meet the surgeon again on the 25th.....and hopefully his operation can be scheduled at that time.
 
Praise be to the Lord....prayers are answered.....love to all....Janice

     SUPER-DE-DUPER!   Thank you for letting us know, Janice!

http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/requests-prayers.html


THIS WEEK'S BIRTHDAYS:

     Happy Birthday today to    Bobby Callis ('64) of WV!

   Happy Birthday this week to:

22 - Ronald Bass ('57) AND Curt Lauterbach ('65) of VA AND Billy Reece ('68) of ID;

23 - Richard Prince ('57);
25 - Peggy Wellington Craft ('57)
AND the President of the Class of 1965,   Joe Wingo of NC;

27 -     Evelyn Vretos ('55) of VA  AND   Phil Hammond ('64) of UT!

   Many Happy Returns to You All!

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


From Norris Perry (Warwick HS - '59) of VA - 02/19/09 - "The Mean Old Man":

Betcha a tear comes

This is a good story ... if a tear comes to your eyes -- it's OK. 

By Catherine Moore

'Watch out! You nearly broad sided that car!' My father yelled at me. 'Can't you do anything right?' Those words hurt worse than blows. I turned my head toward the elderly man in the seat beside me, daring me to challenge him. A lump rose in my throat as I averted my eyes. I wasn't prepared for another battle.

'I saw the car, Dad. Please don't yell at me when I'm driving.' My voice was measured and steady, sounding far calmer than I really felt.

Dad glared at me, then turned away and settled back. At home I left Dad in front of the television and went outside to collect my thoughts. Dark, heavy clouds hung in the air with a promise of rain. The rumble of distant thunder seemed to echo my inner turmoil.

What could I do about him?

Dad had been a lumberjack in Washington and Oregon . He had enjoyed being outdoors and had reveled in pitting his strength against the forces of nature. He had entered grueling lumberjack competitions, and had placed often. The shelves in his house were filled with trophies that attested to his prowess.

The years marched on relentlessly. The first time he couldn't lift a heavy log, he joked about it; but later that same day I saw him outside alone, straining to lift it. He became irritable whenever anyone teased him about his advancing age, or when he couldn't do something he had done as a younger man.

Four days after his sixty-seventh birthday, he had a heart attack. An ambulance sped him to the hospital while a paramedic administered CPR to keep blood and oxygen flowing. At the hospital, Dad was rushed into an operating room. He was lucky; he survived.

But something inside Dad died. His zest for life was gone. He obstinately refused to follow doctor's orders. Suggestions and offers of help were turned aside with sarcasm and insults. The number of visitors thinned, then finally stopped altogether. Dad was left alone.

My husband, Dick, and I asked Dad to come live with us on our small farm. We hoped the fresh air and rustic atmosphere would help him adjust. Within a week after he moved in, I regretted the invitation. It seemed nothing was satisfactory. He criticized everything I did. I became frustrated and moody. Soon I was taking my pent-up anger out on Dick. We began to bicker and argue. Alarmed, Dick sought out our pastor and explained the situation. The clergyman set up weekly counseling appointments for us. At the close of each session he prayed, asking God to soothe Dad's troubled mind. But the months wore on and God was silent. Something had to be done and it was up to me to do it.

The next day I sat down with the phone book and methodically called each of the mental health clinics listed in the Yellow Pages. I explained my problem to each of the sympathetic voices that answered. In vain. Just when I was giving up hope, one of the voices suddenly exclaimed, 'I just read something that might help you! Let me go get the article.' I listened as she read. The article described a remarkable study done at a nursing home. All of the patients were under treatment for chronic depression. Yet their attitudes had improved dramatically when they were given responsibility for a dog.

I drove to the animal shelter that afternoon. After I filled out a questionnaire, a uniformed officer led me to the kennels. The odor of disinfectant stung my nostrils as I moved down the row of pens. Each contained five to seven dogs. Long-haired dogs, curly-haired dogs, black dogs, spotted dogs all jumped up, trying to reach me. I studied each one but rejected one after the other for various reasons, too big, too small, too much hair. As I neared the last pen a dog in the shadows of the far corner struggled to his feet, walked to the front of the run and sat down. It was a pointer, one of the dog world's aristocrats. But this was a caricature of the breed. Years had etched his face and muzzle with shades of gray. His hipbones jutted out in lopsided triangles. But it was his eyes that caught and held my attention. Calm and clear, they beheld me unwaveringly.

I pointed to the dog. 'Can you tell me about him?' The officer looked, then shook his head in puzzlement.

'He's a funny one. Appeared out of nowhere and sat in front of the gate. We brought him in, figuring someone would be right down to claim him, that was two weeks ago and we've heard nothing. His time is up tomorrow.' He gestured helplessly.

As the words sank in I turned to the man in horror. 'You mean you're going to kill him?'

'Ma'am,' he said gently, 'that's our policy. We don't have room for every unclaimed dog.'

I looked at the pointer again. The calm brown eyes awaited my decision. 'I'll take him,' I said.

I drove home with the dog on the front seat beside me. When I reached the house I honked the horn twice. I was helping my prize out of the car when Dad shuffled onto the front porch.

'Ta-da! Look what I got for you, Dad!' I said excitedly.

Dad looked, then wrinkled his face in disgust. 'If I had wanted a dog I would have gotten one. And I would have picked out a better specimen than that bag of bones. Keep it! I don't want it' Dad waved his arm scornfully and turned back toward the house.

Anger rose inside me. It squeezed together my throat muscles and pounded into my temples.

'You'd better get used to him, Dad. He's staying!' Dad ignored me. 'Did you hear me, Dad?' I screamed. At those words Dad whirled angrily, his hands clenched at his sides, his eyes narrowed and blazing with hate.

We stood glaring at each other like duelists, when suddenly the pointer pulled free from my grasp. He wobbled toward my dad and sat down in front of him. Then slowly, carefully, he raised his paw.

Dad's lower jaw trembled as he stared at the uplifted paw. Confusion replaced the anger in his eyes. The pointer waited patiently. Then Dad was on his knees hugging the animal.

It was the beginning of a warm and intimate friendship. Dad named the pointer Cheyenne . Together he and Cheyenne explored the community. They spent long hours walking down dusty lanes. They spent reflective moments on the banks of streams, angling for tasty trout. They even started to attend Sunday services together, Dad sitting in a pew and Cheyenne lying quietly at his feet.

Dad and Cheyenne were inseparable throughout the next three years. Dad's bitterness faded, and he and Cheyenne made many friends. Then late one night I was startled to feel Cheyenne 's cold nose burrowing through our bed covers. He had never before come into our bedroom at night. I woke Dick, put on my robe and ran into my father's room. Dad lay in his bed, his face serene. But his spirit had left quietly sometime during the night.

Two days later my shock and grief deepened when I discovered Cheyenne lying dead beside Dad's bed. I wrapped his still form in the rag rug he had slept on. As Dick and I buried him near a favorite fishing hole, I silently thanked the dog for the help he had given me in restoring Dad's peace of mind.

The morning of Dad's funeral dawned overcast and dreary. This day looks like the way I feel, I thought, as I walked down the aisle to the pews reserved for family. I was surprised to see the many friends Dad and Cheyenne had made filling the church. The pastor began his eulogy. It was a tribute to both Dad and the dog who had changed his life. And then the pastor turned to Hebrews 13:2. 'Be not forgetful to entertain strangers.'

'I've often thanked God for sending that angel,' he said.

For me, the past dropped into place, completing a puzzle that I had not seen before: the sympathetic voice that had just read the right article.

Cheyenne's unexpected appearance at the animal shelter. . .his calm acceptance and complete devotion to my father. . and the proximity of their deaths. And suddenly I understood. I knew that God had answered my prayers after all.

Life is too short for drama & petty things, so laugh hard, love truly and forgive quickly.
Live While You Are Alive.
Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.
Forgive now those who made you cry. You might not get a second time.


   Thank you so much, Norris! This is a goodie - and I understand it more completely now as I've watched my own abilities decrease so dramatically over the last thirteen months... 

   Hey, at least I'm not crabby, though!  GIGGLES!!!


    From Frances Goodson Wang ('65) of MD - 02/19/09:

Hi Carol, good to see your name on email.   

Several people had asked if I knew how you were doing.
 
Hope all is well with you and the children.

Frances

   Thanks, Frances! I've been mailing you announcements all month; they probably just ended up in your spam folder (see next note!)

   And life here has been "interesting" ever since Valentine's Day, but everyone is improving and dealing with the challenges:

http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/02-14-09-NNHS-Happy-Valentines-Day.html

http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/02-15-09-NNHS-Galileos-445th-Birthday.html


  From Bill Roady ('60) of VA - 02/19/09 - "EMAIL LIST":

Carol,
 
Do you have an approved email list of NNHS folks?  If so I would like it.
My class mate, Frances Hammond (Armstrong - of TX), has a "BAD" email.  Her younger brother
   Phil (Hammond -'64 - of UT) might have it.

Thanks,
Bill

   Bill, it's a crying shame that I have to make this admission to you when you have so newly joined us (otherwise it might have taken you a few weeks or months to figure it out by yourself).  The truth of the matter is that there are times when I can actually feel my brain not tracking correctly, when the simplest issues just fly above my head, never really connecting with anything.  The sad news for both of us is that this is one of those times. :o(

   I'll give it my best shot, but chances are excellent that this is not what you were asking at all.....

   First of all, I have one gigantic mailing list saved on an .html page on my computer. When it's time to send a Newsletter announcement, I copy the first 490 names or so, and blind copy a note to them from nnhs65@gmail.com - although it says it is originating from NNHS65@Yahoo.com.  In a second mailing, I'll copy the note and the other 80 or so names and actually send them from that Yahoo account, also in a blind copy.  (Because I mail to so many people, I am routinely suspected of being a spammer, and my notices end up in trash folders.)

   As I have preserved only the first names, I am not always personally aware of who is on there at any given time.

   Because of privacy issues, I do not publish email addies for general consumption.  Rather, if I have an address, I will forward an introductory note to that person for you until the two of you decide to communicate on your own - much like Classmates.com, but without the fee.

   There have been many cases when individuals have given me permission to post their email addies online - but I'll never do it without express permission.  Those addresses are carried in one or both of two places on the site:

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

     http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/contact-ALL.html - These are in an absolutely abysmal shape at the moment, because I tend to forget to update them, but there are individual pages here for most of the classes between 1956 and 1970 (the exceptions being 1968 and 1969).

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

          http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/alumni-1959-n-before.html

          http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/alumni-1960-to-1962.html

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

          http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/alumni-1966-n-after.html

   Beyond that, there are much more complete lists for most of the classes in the hands of their Reunion Committee contact people:

CLASS of 1957 - Pat Beck Letzinger of VA - Pabletz@aol.com
CLASS of 1958 - Joe Drewry of VA -
jwdvt@aol.com
CLASS of 1959 - John and Aretie Gallins Patterson of TN -  johnpattersonjr@peoplepc.com AND aretie@comcast.net
CLASS of 1960 - Karen Weinstein Witte of FL - kwitte@tampabay.rr.com
CLASS of 1961 - Jane Monfalcone Simmons of FL -  jane@simmonstek.com 
CLASS of 1962 - Brenda Amos Williams of VA - typhoonmom@juno.com
CLASS of 1963 - Barbara Fritsche Barnes of VA - barbaralbarnes@verizon.net
CLASS of 1964 - Dave Spriggs of VA - nnhs64@cox.net
CLASS of 1965 - Dave and Pam Smith Arnold of VA -
dlarnold@cox.net AND pamarnold@cox.net
CLASS of 1966 - Dee Hodges Bartram of VA - dhbartram@cox.net 
CLASS of 1967 - Marty Whitmore McCoy of VA - marty.mccoy@vectec.org
CLASS of 1968 - Elizabeth Tedder Nunnally of VA - enunnally@cox.net
CLASS of 1969 - Jean Baker Howell of VA - hokie13mom@cox.net

   That may or may not have answered your question.  But I really don't know what you mean by Frances' "BAD" email.....

   OHHH, unless - UNLESS - you mean her mail is being returned to you because her addie has changed! And if THAT'S what you meant, yes, I'm sure Phil has it.  And as it happens, his addy IS published here:

hammondengineering@allwest.net

   Thanks, Billy!


From My Friend, Judy, of IL - 02/19/09 - "The Secret ":

Love you

The Secret

One day, one friend asked another,
'How is it that you are always so happy?
You have so much energy,
And you never seem to get down.'

With her eyes smiling, she said,
'I know the Secret!'
'What secret is that?'
To which she replied,
'I'll tell you all about it,
But you have to promise to
Share the Secret with others.'

'The Secret is this:
I have learned there is little I can do
In my life that will make me truly happy.
I must depend on God to make
Me happy and to meet my needs.
When a need arises in my life,
I have to trust God to supply
According to HIS riches.
I have learned most of the time
I don't need half of what I think I do.
He has never let me down.
Since I learned that 'Secret', I am happy.'

The questioner's first thought was,
'That's too simple!'
But upon reflecting over her own life
She recalled how she thought a bigger house
Would make her happy, but it didn't!
She thought a better paying job
Would make her happy, but it hadn't.
When did she realize her greatest happiness?
Sitting on the floor with her grandchildren,
Playing games, eating pizza or reading a story,
A simple gift from God.

Now you know it too!
We can't depend on people to make us happy.
Only GOD in His infinite wisdom can do that.
Trust HIM!
 

   Thank you, Judy - love you, too!


  From Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of VA - 02/19/09 - "The Tiny Cabin":

The Tiny Cabin
 
A social worker from a big city in Massachusetts recently transferred to the mountains of North Carolina and Georgia and was on her first tour of her new territory when she came upon the smallest cabin she had ever seen in her life. Intrigued, she went up and knocked on the door. 

"Anybody home?", she asked.


"Yep", came a kids voice through the door.

"Is your father there?", asked the social worker.
 
"Pa? Nope, he left afore Ma came in", said the kid.
 
"Well, is your Mother there?", persisted the social worker.
 
"Ma?  Nope, she left jut afore I got here", said the kid.
 
"But", protested the social worker, "are you never together as a family?"
 
"Sure, but not here", said the kid through the door, "this is the outhouse!"
 
Government workers are so smart!!!!

 

      Thanks, Joyce!


  From Ruth Ann Reece Horace ('67) of FL - 02/19/09 - "Blonde Going to Houston":

Blonde Going to Houston

A PLANE IS ON ITS WAY TO HOUSTON WHEN A BLONDE IN ECONOMY CLASS GETS UP AND MOVES TO THE FIRST CLASS SECTION AND SITS DOWN. THE FLIGHT ATTENDANT WATCHES HER DO THIS AND ASKS TO SEE HER TICKET.

SHE THEN TELLS THE BLONDE THAT SHE PAID FOR ECONOMY CLASS AND THAT SHE WILL HAVE TO SIT IN THE BACK.

THE BLONDE REPLIES, "I'M BLONDE, I'M BEAUTIFUL, I'M GOING TO HOUSTON AND I'M STAYING RIGHT HERE."

THE FLIGHT ATTENDANT GOES INTO THE COCKPIT AND TELLS THE PILOT AND THE CO-PILOT THAT THERE IS A BLONDE SITTING IN FIRST CLASS THAT BELONGS IN ECONOMY AND WON'T MOVE BACK TO HER SEAT.

THE CO-PILOT GOES BACK TO THE BLONDE AND TRIES TO EXPLAIN THAT BECAUSE SHE ONLY PAID FOR ECONOMY SHE WILL HAVE TO LEAVE AND RETURN TO HER SEAT.

THE BLONDE REPLIES, "I'M BLONDE, I'M BEAUTIFUL, I'M GOING TO HOUSTON AND I'M STAYING RIGHT HERE." THE CO-PILOT TELLS THE PILOT THAT HE PROBABLY SHOULD HAVE THE POLICE WAITING WHEN THEY LAND TO ARREST THIS BLONDE WOMAN WHO WON'T LISTEN TO REASON.

THE PILOT SAYS, "YOU SAY SHE'S A BLONDE? I'LL HANDLE THIS.

I'M MARRIED TO A BLONDE. I SPEAK BLONDE."

HE GOES BACK TO THE BLONDE AND WHISPERS IN HER EAR, AND SHE SAYS, "OH, I'M SORRY." AND SHE GETS UP AND GOES BACK TO HER SEAT IN ECONOMY.

THE FLIGHT ATTENDANT AND CO-PILOT ARE AMAZED AND ASKED HIM WHAT HE SAID TO MAKE HER MOVE WITHOUT ANY FUSS.

I TOLD HER, "FIRST CLASS ISN'T GOING TO HOUSTON."

   Thanks, Ruthie!


FINALLY:

  From Bill Roady ('60) of VA - 02/19/09 - "WHY MIDDLE AGED WOMEN SHOULD STAY AT HOME":

Carol,
 
THIS WILL MAKE YOU SMILE.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RPCvmDBTNi4

   Billy, I think I hurt myself laughing! Now you know why I aspire to be a hermit! Thanks so much!


DATES TO REMEMBER:

1. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, April 23, 24, and 25, 2009 - The Class of 1954 will hold its 55-Year Reunion.  For details, contact Dr. Harry Simpson at 804-694-0346 or email him at hdsdds@aol.com - CLASS OF 1954

2. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, May 15, 16, and 17, 2009 - The Hampton High School Class of 1964 will hold its 45-Year Reunion at the Crowne Plaza Hotel. For details, see: www.hamptonhigh1964.com - HAMPTON HIGH SCHOOL - CLASS OF 1964

3. Friday and Saturday, September 4 and 5 (Labor Day Weekend), 2009 - The Class of 1969 will hold its 40-Year Reunion at the Point Plaza Hotel, Newport News, VA. For details, contact Jean Baker Howell at hokie13mom@cox.net - OPEN TO ALL NNHS ALUMNI

4. Friday and Saturday, October 10 and 11, 2009 - The Class of 1964 will hold its 45-Year Reunion at the Newport News Marriott at City Center, 740 Town Center Drive, Newport News, VA 23606: For details, see: http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/reunion2009-64.html - CLASS OF 1964


PRAYER ROLL:

http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/requests-prayers.html - updated 02/20/09

BLOG:

http://nnhs.wordpress.com/ - updated 01/09/09


   Y'all take care of each other!  TYPHOONS 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
746Hillsboro Avenue
Edwardsville, IL 62025-1821  
618-530-9092
     

    To donate, click on the Donate Button on the left, 
             or just mail it to my home. Thanks!

                         nnhs65@gmail.com


Tears on My Pillow

Written by Sylvester Bradford and Al Lewis,1958

(Little Anthony & The Imperials)


You don't remember me, but I remember you
T'was not so long ago, you broke my heart in two
Tears on my pillow, pain in my heart
Caused by you

If we could start anew, I wouldn't hesitate
I'd gladly take you back, and tempt the hand of fate
Tears on my pillow, pain in my heart
Caused by you

Love is not a gadget, love is not a toy
When you find the one you love
She'll fill your heart with joy

If we could start anew, I wouldn't hesitate
I'd gladly take you back, and tempt the hand of fate
Tears on my pillow, pain in my heart
Caused by you

Tears on my pillow, pain in my heart
Caused by you
Caused by you
Caused by you
Caused by you


"Tears on My Pillow" midi courtesy of http://www.hamienet.com/midi16436.html  - 04/26/04

"Tears on My Pillow" lyrics courtesy of http://www.lyricsstyle.com/s/sclub8/tearsonmypillow.html  - 01/30/05

Pillow Image courtesy of http://www.overstock.com/cgi-bin/d2.cgi?PAGE=PROFRAME&PROD_ID=1042839 – 01/30/05 (replaced 02/20/09)

Pillow Divider Line clip art courtesy of http://www.wtv-zone.com/nevr2l82/bars9.html - 02/20/09

Animated Yehaa Typhoon clip art courtesy of Al Farber ('64) of GA - 08/18/05
Thanks, Al!

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

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

Army Seal clip art courtesy of Al Farber ('64) of GA - 05/24/06 (still missing...)
Thanks, Al!
Replaced by Norm Covert ('61) of MD - 02/09/09
Thanks, Norm!

Animated Head-Bonking Smiley courtesy of http://www.hauntedhamilton.com/cgi-bin/scripts/board-image-lister.cgi - 02/20/09

Litchfield High School's Purple Panther Paw Print courtesy of http://www.litchfield.k12.il.us/ - 06/23/07

Animated Laughing Kitten courtesy of Joyce Lawrence Cahoon of VA - 07/29/08
Thanks, Joyce!

Animated Laughing Jerry courtesy of Cookie Phillips Tyndall ('64) of VA - 06/14/06
Thanks, Cookie!

Hampton High School's Crab clip art courtesy of http://www.geocities.com/agent99bm/ - 10/02/05 (still missing...)
Replaced courtesy of http://www.hamptonhigh1964.com - 02/17/09

 Scroll Divider Line clip art courtesy of http://www.bravenet.com - 01/03/04

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