03/16/07 - NNHS Newsletter -
"Love is a game that two can play and both win."
Dear Friends and Schoolmates,
Today's theme was inspired by an email I received from two of my favorite classmates:
From Wayne Stokes ('65) of VA - 03/16/07 AND From Janice McCain Rose ('65) of VA - 03/16/07 - "The Game ":
Hi, send this back, if you have time....
The Game is on!!!
Describe me in one word.... just one single word. Send it to me and to me
only. Then send this message to all your friends and see how many strange &
interesting things they say about you. This is really fun.
1. Hit the reply key and send me my one word.
2. Then return to this message, and forward it to your friends (including me) and see what people say about you when you are limited to one word!!!
The Game is on!!
I've already responded to Janice and Wayne. For the other 498 (or so) of y'all, the word is "wonderful".
You're now free to send words to as many of your friends as you like. Of course, if you don't copy, paste, and add the note, they may be rather confused....
BIRTHDAYS - BELATED AND OTHERWISE:
Belated Birthday Wishes to:
15 - Joan Williams Eberwine ('57)
And a Very Happy
16 - Linda May Bond Crayton ('66) of VA – 1948
|Many Happy Returns, Ladies!|
From My Niece, Shari, of VA - 03/14/07 - "I Loved You Once in Silence":
|I love that picture of Baba (Maxine Frix Buckley - John Marshall HS - '25), and Adrienne looks adorable! Baba always claimed not to like Amos the cat, but I'd catch her talking to him with great affection. I was having a conversation with (my son) Tyler about (my grandmothers) Baba and Mammo (Mae Ross Dick) and about how different they were, yet how I miss them both terribly.|
Monday, November 5, 1990
Taylor Springs, IL
|Baba (age 82), Nephi (VERY young), and Adrienne (age 3)|
To make a point, remember when we lived in the Lakewood Apartments (in Norfolk) and the little puppy that always bit us when we walked to the door? I clearly remember Baba joking that she was going to bite the puppy back one day and sure enough, one day she playfully did. As luck would have it, our neighbor saw her and treated us differently from that time on... Ruth, I think her name was. Baba, of course, didn't and wouldn't have hurt the puppy.
Baba was such a hoot! One of
her lifelong mantras was, "If that dog bites me, I'm gonna bite him
back!" - delivered in such a way as to try to make her listeners believe
she was a scary character.
It always makes me laugh when I remember my Babalooie and her antics.
What a great sense of humor she had! It's good to remember someone
with such joy.
yes, she loved that cat! I thought you'd like this shot of Amos
looking out our window.
Saturday, April 26, 1969
1453 Alsace Avenue
Norfolk, VA 23509
I just reread Mammo's obituary Newsletter. The other phrase I always waited for her to say was, "I'm tellllin' ya!" I can still hear her beautiful Scottish lilt. She was a very fine woman. And I appreciated what you told me some time after her death, that she never, ever spoke ill of her family members - to anyone. What's a great legacy! I've spent the last 30 years actively trying to incorporate that characteristic into my own life, thinking that once I manage to conquer that, I'll be able to extend that same courtesy to cover everyone. I'm getting better (I think), but sometimes............ Sigh.
I finally did get well. The doctor's visit, of course, was out of the question - still no insurance, don'cha know, and no bank to rob to finance such an outrageous luxury. Antibiotics weren't invented for hundreds of years, so I just pretended I was even older than I am, and it was still 1932 or something, so I'd just better get well. And I did, eventually.....
Thanks again, Lady!
From Cheryl Mays Howard ('66) of VA - 03/4/07 - "Wed.":
Thanks, Cheryl! It's good to be back! That illness lasted soooo long, I was beginning to fear that that was to be my new state of being, and it was a mighty discomforting thought, I must tell you!
Oh, WOW - what a great memory for you! Not participating in Little Theater has always been one the great regrets of my life. On the other hand, I always seemed to bite off more than I could chew, anyway.......
From My Niece, Shari, of VA - 03/14/07 - "Laugh Enhancers & The Pretty One":
"That was nice of you to set up a blind date for
"I know, but I don't hold any grudges."
"I'm surprised he trusted you enough to agree to go out with her."
"Well, I had to swear to him she's Jennifer Lopez's double."
"Wow! Is that true?"
"I wouldn't lie. She's twice her weight and twice her age."
I went to a store to buy some insecticide. "Is this good for beetles?" I asked the clerk.
"No," replied. "It'll kill 'em."
Q. What did the policeman say to his chest?
A. You're under a vest.
Q: If all the cars in the U.S.A. were pink, what would we have?
A: A pink carnation.
I once went to a shrink. He told me to speak freely. I did. Then he tried to charge me $90 an hour.
The Pretty One
It had been a very long night. Our black cocker spaniel 'Precious' was having a difficult delivery. I lay on the floor beside her large four-foot square cage, watching her every movement. Watching and waiting, just in case I had to rush her to the veterinarian. After six hours the puppies started to appear. The first-born was black and white. The second and third puppies were tan and brown in color. The fourth and fifth were also spotted black and white. "One, two, three, four, five," I counted to myself as I walked down the hallway to wake my wife, Judy, and tell her that everything was fine.
As we walked back down the hallway and into the spare bedroom, I noticed a sixth puppy had been born and was now laying all by itself over to the side of the cage. I picked up the small puppy and laid it on top of the large pile of puppies, who were whining and trying to nurse on the mother. Precious immediately pushed the small puppy away from rest of the group. She refused to recognize it as a member of her family.
"Something's wrong," said Judy.
I reached over and picked up the puppy. My heart sank inside my chest when I saw the little puppy had a cleft lip and palate and could not close its little mouth. I decided right there and then that if there was any way to save this animal I was going to give it my best shot.
I took the puppy to the vet and was told nothing could be done unless we were willing to spend about a thousand dollars to try and correct the defect. He told us that the puppy would die mainly because it could not suckle. After returning home, Judy and I decided that we could not afford to spend that kind of money without getting some type of assurance from the vet that the puppy had a chance to live. However, that did not stop me from purchasing a syringe and feeding the puppy by hand. Which I did every day and night, every two hours, for more than ten days. The little puppy survived and learned to eat on his own as long as it was soft canned food.
The fifth week I placed an ad in the newspaper, and within a week we had people interested in all of the pups, except the one with the deformity. Late one afternoon I went to the store to pick up a few groceries. Upon returning I happened to see the old retired schoolteacher, who lived across the street from us, waving at me. She had read in the paper that we had puppies and was wondering if she might get one from us for her grandson and his family. I told her all the puppies had found homes, but I would keep my eyes open for anyone else who might have an available cocker spaniel. I also mentioned that if someone should change their mind, I would let her know. Within days, all but one of the puppies had been picked up by their new families. This left me with one brown and tan cocker as well as the smaller puppy with the cleft lip and palate.
Two days passed without me hearing anything from the gentleman who had been promised the tan and brown pup. I telephoned the schoolteacher and told her I had one puppy left and that she was welcome to come and look at it. She advised me that she was going to pick up her grandson and would come over at about eight o'clock that evening.
That night at around seven-thirty, Judy and I were eating supper when we heard a knock on the front door. When I opened the door, the man who had wanted the tan and brown pup was standing there. We walked inside, took care of the adoption details and I handed him the puppy. Judy and I did not know what we would do or say when the teacher showed up with her grandson. At exactly eight o'clock the doorbell rang. I opened the door, and there was the schoolteacher with her grandson standing behind her. I explained to her the man had come for the puppy after all, and there were no puppies left. "I'm sorry, Jeffery. They found homes for all the puppies," she told her grandson.
Just at that moment, the small puppy left in the bedroom began to yelp.
"My puppy! My puppy!" yelled the little boy as he ran out from behind his grandmother.
I just about fell over when I saw that the small child also had a cleft lip and palate. The boy ran past me as fast as he could, down the hallway to where the puppy was still yelping. When the three of us made it to the bedroom, the small boy was holding the puppy in his arms. He looked up at his grandmother and said, "Look, Grandma. They found homes for all the puppies except the pretty one, and he looks just like me.”
The schoolteacher turned to us, "Is this puppy available?"
“Yes,” I answered. “That puppy is available.”
The little boy, who was now hugging the puppy, chimed in, "My grandma told me these kind of puppies are real expensive and that I have to take real good care of it."
The lady opened her purse, but I reached over and pushed her hand back down into her purse so that she would not pull her wallet out. "How much do you think this puppy is worth?" I asked the boy. "About a dollar?" "No. This puppy is very, very expensive," he replied.
"More than a dollar?" I asked.
"I'm afraid so," said his grandmother.
The boy stood there pressing the small puppy against his cheek. "We could not possibly take less than two dollars for this puppy," Judy said, squeezing my hand. "Like you said, it's the pretty one."
The schoolteacher took out two dollars and handed it to the young boy.
"It's your dog now, Jeffery. You pay the man."
Still holding the puppy tightly, the boy proudly handed me the money. Any worries I’d had about the puppy’s future were gone.
The image of the little boy and his matching pup stays with me still. I think it must be a wonderful feeling for any young person to look at themselves in the mirror and see nothing, except "the pretty one."
Roger Dean Kiser
OH, MY - from the ridiculous to the sublime! Thanks for the laughs - and the cry, Shari!
From Wayne Stokes ('65) of VA - 03/14/07 - "Old Butch":
Thanks, Wayne Honey!
From My Niece, Shari, of VA - 03/14/07 - "Water Problem":
Read story first, and then view video.
Jennifer and Jim kept getting huge water bills. They knew beyond a doubt that the bills weren't representative of their actual usage, and no matter how they tried to conserve, the high bills continued. Although they could see nothing wrong, they had everything checked for leaks or problems: first the water meter, then outdoor pipes, indoor pipes, underground pipes, faucets, toilets, washer, ice maker, etc. -- all to no avail. One day Jim was sick and stayed home in bed, but kept hearing water running downstairs .. He finally tore himself from his sick bed to investigate, and stumbled onto the cause of such high water bills. Apparently this was happening all day long when they were not at home. Knowing that few would believe him, he taped a segment of the 'problem' for posterity --
WOWZERONI!!! "Who'da thunk it?!?" Thanks again, Shari!
From Bill Hobbs ('66) of Northern VA - 03/14/07 - "Thank a vet!":
You may have seen this already... a great
video. Takes about 10 minutes but worth it.
Oh, yes, I have seen this before, Bill, but never with your moving introduction. It always made me cry quite well enough before. Thanks so much, Sweetie!
From My Niece, Shari, of VA - 03/14/07 - "ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL!!!":
WOWZERONI-RINI-ROONI!!! This is my kind of site! I could spend hours looking through this! Thanks so much, Lady!
Reunion information is ALWAYS posted very near the top on the front page, and on the Reunion Page section:
Henceforth, it will be repeated
here, lest you forget:
The NNHS Class of 1960
will hold a
Typhoon Informal Reunion
on Saturday, August 4th, 2007 at the lovely beach
Karen Weinstein Witte
AND CHECK THIS WEB PAGE FOR THE LATEST INFORMATION - 01/12/07:
The NNHS Class of 1962
will hold its 45-Year Reunion
on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, September 21, 22 and 23, 2007 at the Point Plaza Suites, 950 J. Clyde Morris Boulevard, Newport News, VA 23601.
Suites will be available that will include breakfast
Visit Brenda's 1962 Web Page:
AND CHECK THIS WEB PAGE FOR THE LATEST INFORMATION - 01/22/07:
NNHS Class of 1957
is planning its 50-Year Class Reunion,
Friday, Saturday, and Sunday,
September 7, 8 and 9, 2007
at the Omni Hotel in Newport News, VA.
More details to follow!
The NNHS Class of 1958
is planning its 50th Anniversary Reunion,
Friday and Saturday, May 16 -17, 2008.
The Noble Gathering
More details to
From Tom Norris (Hampton HS - '73) of VA - 02/02/07 - "Amazing chalk drawings on the road"
Hi Carol ... check out these
pictures! They would be good to use one at a time for your newsletter.
More chalk drawings from Julian Beever. Incredible!!!!! Julian is an English artist who's famous for his 3D art on the pavements of England, France,, , and
That they would; they're incredible! Thanks, Babe!
Y'all take care of each other! TYPHOONS FOREVER! We'll Always Have Buckroe!
Love to all, Carol
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219 Four Ply Lane
Fayetteville, NC 29311-9305
It's All in the Game
Words by Carl
Music by Charles Dawes (who later became U.S. Vice President under Calvin Coolidge) (1911)
(Tommy Edwards) - 1958
Billboard position #18 by itself in 1951 and #1 in 1958 when reissued as flip
side of "Please Love Me Forever";
The #23 song of the 1955-1959 rock era; Was #1 for 6 weeks in 1958
Many a tear has to fall but it's all in the game
All in the wonderful game that we know as love
You have words with him and your future's looking dim
But these things your hearts can rise above
Once in a while he won't call but it's all in the game
Soon he'll be there at your side with a sweet bouquet
And he'll kiss your lips and caress your waiting fingertips
And your heart will fly away
(Soon he'll be there at your side) with a sweet bouquet
Then he'll kiss your lips and caress your waiting fingertips
And your heart will fly away
"It's All in the Game" midi (sequenced by Bob Mace) courtesy of http://www.geocities.com/ajsblue/frames/frames.html - 03/16/07
"It's All in the Game" lyrics courtesy of http://ntl.matrix.com.br/pfilho/oldies_list/top/lyrics/its_all_in_the_game.txt - 03/16/07
Image of Tommy Edwards and "It's All in the Game" record courtesy of http://blog.yam.com/muzikland/category/666614 - 03/16/07
Gold Heart Divider Line clip art courtesy of http://www.wtv-zone.com/nevr2l82/bars12.html - 04/03/06
Birthday Cake clip art courtesy of
Sarah Puckett Kressaty ('65) of
VA - 08/31/05
Thanks, Sarah Sugah!
Animated Laughter clip art
courtesy of Janice McCain Rose ('65) of VA - 01/24/06
Crab clip art courtesy of http://www.geocities.com/agent99bm/ - 10/02/05
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