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03/16/07 - NNHS Newsletter -
It's All in the Game

"Love is a game that two can play and both win."

- Eva Gabor
(11 Feb 1919 - 4 July 1995)

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 ":

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.

Here's how:
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!!

   Thanks, Y'all!

   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....


   Belated Birthday Wishes to:

15 -    Joan Williams Eberwine ('57)

   And a Very Happy Birthday to:

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.

Carol, please go to the doctor's office. So many people have been getting terrible cases of pneumonia! Sounds at this point you need an antibiotic to rid yourself of your sickness.
   Thanks, Shari!  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.

   And yes, she loved that cat!  I thought you'd like this shot of Amos looking out our window.

   Those apartments, by the way, no longer exist.  Even the streets have changed.

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.":

Well, Carol, I sure hope you are on the mend now...what a long sickness!
Thanks for bringing back a sweet memory with the song "I Loved You Once in Silence." Guinevere sang that to Sir Lancelot in Camelot. I was in the Little Theatre production of that while in high school. Julie Andrews did this song justice for sure!
Peace & Blessing,

   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":

Laughter is the "Best Medicine" for Your Heart.
                         Have a great day,
Funny cat fight - starts off with one of the cats staring at the camera, but it gets funny as the two cats have 
some pretty harmless boxing rounds, as their owner turns it into a boxing match.--- LOL : )

"That was nice of you to set up a blind date for your ex-boyfriend."

"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."


Goofy Groaners

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":

Reminds me of some of you "guys"!

John the farmer was in the fertilized egg business. He had several hundred young layers (hens), called "pullets", and ten roosters, whose job it was to fertilize the eggs.

The farmer kept records and any rooster that didn't perform went into the soup pot and was replaced. That took an awful lot of his time, so he bought a set of tiny bells and attached them to his roosters. Each bell had a different tone so John could tell from a distance, which rooster was performing.

Now he could sit on the porch and fill out an efficiency report simply by listening to the bells. The farmer's favorite rooster was old Butch, and a very fine specimen he was, too. But on this particular morning John noticed old Butch's bell hadn't rung at all! John went to investigate.

The other roosters were chasing pullets, bells-a-ringing. The pullets, hearing the roosters coming, would run for cover.

But to Farmer John's amazement, old Butch had his bell in his beak, so it couldn't ring. He would sneak up on a pullet, do his job, and walk on to the next one.

John was so proud of old Butch, he entered him in the Renfrew County Fair and he became an overnight sensation among the judges.

The result...The judges not only awarded old Butch the No Bell Piece Prize but they also awarded him the Pulletsurprise as well.

Clearly old Butch was a politician in the making: Who else but a politician could figure out how to win two of the most highly coveted awards on our planet by being the best at sneaking up on the populace and socking it to them when they weren't paying attention?

    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!":

This is most definitely worth watching. I am sorry for those that do not have high-speed internet as I know this will take some time to download for those. The background of this email is that it was sent to me by the wife of what I regard as my godfather, a veteran of WWII that was captured by the Germans in North-Africa at the beginning of the war for the U.S. and being wounded, was a POW until near the end of the war. For such a man as this who changed my diapers, by the way (I'll be 59 yrs. old 3/25 ), I decided to forward this to select addresses that I thought it would mean something to. This was my dad's best friend. Shortly after Pear Harbor they hitch-hiked from Pembroke NC. to Raleigh to enlist in the army. My dad was turned down due to "flat feet" and was accepted by the Navy, but Woody was accepted into the army. These two friends were not reunited until after the end of the war.
The recipients of my email include a WWII vet and several from the Vietnam era. I think we will all agree that this generation of our parents was the "Greatest Generation", but we owe as much to all who have served. Hopefully you may know someone you can forward this to that will help them remember the sacrifices that have been made for the present generation. This is just my way of saying " Thank You ". Just click on the link below, and thank you for your time.

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!!!":

With all the not so pretty debates and devastating newscasts (often showing the tragic events) these pictures are a contrast and true testament of the beauty God have given us.
Some of the prettiest & most serene nature pictures you'll ever see.
   What beauties these are! Thanks, Shari!

Instead of sending out a file, this site is so cool. It's packed with pictures and facts of the world's most beautiful & interesting places. It takes a little time to view all the facts, but it's really interesting. A good page to view with your family..."a keyhole to some of the world's most extreme places."

   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
home of Mary Ann Edwards Elliot on Willoughby
Spit. This will be an afternoon into evening beach
party with covered dish dinner.

Karen Weinstein Witte
14314 Wadsworth Dr. Odessa, FL  33556


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
on Saturday and Sunday.

Visit Brenda's 1962 Web Page:


The 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 follow!

  From Tom Norris (Hampton HS - '73) of VA - 02/02/07 - "Amazing chalk drawings on the road"
(#15 in a Series of 28):


Hi Carol ... check out these pictures! They would be good to use one at a time for your newsletter.

Take care!


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, Germany, USA, Australia and Belgium.

   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





Carol Buckley Harty
219 Four Ply Lane
Fayetteville, NC 29311-9305

It's All in the Game

Words by Carl Sigman (1951);
Music by Charles Dawes (who later became U.S. Vice President under Calvin Coolidge) (1911)

(Tommy Edwards) - 1958

 Peak 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 - 03/16/07

"It's All in the Game" lyrics courtesy of - 03/16/07

Image of Tommy Edwards and "It's All in the Game" record courtesy of - 03/16/07

Gold Heart Divider Line clip art courtesy of - 04/03/06

Animated Tiny 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
Thanks, Janice!

Crab clip art courtesy of - 10/02/05

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