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05/11/10 - NNHS Newsletter -
The Lonely Bull

“There comes a time in the affairs of man when he
must take the bull by the tail and face the situation.”

 - W.C. Fields
(29 Jan 1880 - 25 Dec 1946)

Dear Friends and Schoolmates,   

   I love the 1962 song featured in today's Newsletter! I think it brings back a lot of old memories.  Hmmm.  I wish I could remember what they were.....  

BONUS - - The Lonely Bull - Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass, February 16, 1967


"The Lonely Bull (El Solo Toro)"[2] is a song by Sol Lake recorded by The Tijuana Brass with Herb Alpert among others. The Herb Alpert single represents the first release on A&M Records.

It became a hit (US #6) and title song to the album The Lonely Bull, released in December (1962).

While experimenting with the sound of an overdubbed trumpet, this song was recorded in Herb Alpert's garage. The single and album recordings of the song were recorded at Conway Recorders in Hollywood, California and featured the sounds of a crowd cheering "Ole" inside a bullfight arena in Mexico.


        From Sydney Dearing ('56) of TN - 05/10/10 - "  Joe Tolly NNHS '56":

I received an e-mail from    Sandra Canapa that sadly our classmate Joe (Joseph V.) Toley passed away Sunday 5/9 about 6:30 pm. I have no other details except that he had been sick for quite a while.
Sydney Dearing

   Oh, I'm so sorry to hear this, Sydney, but I appreciate your letting me know. Joe had been battling throat cancer since 1992.  Our sincerest sympathies are extended to his family. 


      From Dave Arnold ('65) of VA - 05/09/10 - "Reunion":


I trust you're feeling better.  Attached is the announcement for the reunion in October.  Please post this as soon as you're able.  This will also be an open reunion for all of the Typhoon Nation.  Thanks for your continue efforts in keeping all of us in touch.


45-Year Reunion of the NNHS Class of 1965 

The Reunion Committee of the Class of 1965 is pleased to announce the plans for the 45-Year Reunion on October 15 and 16, 2010.  As we began planning for this event we were contacted by many class members concerned about the potential costs involved.  The economy has certainly been poor and is a factor in all decisions.  For those that have to travel the expense for that is a further consideration.  We've also heard from a few classmates that have never made it to a previous reunion, and wanted to get them here. 

We made the decision that the most important reason for the reunion is to provide an opportunity to gather and catch up with our friends.  This weekend will be casual as well as easy on the budget.  Friday evening we will meet at R.J.'s Restaurant and Sports Bar.  This location has a large collection of athletic photos and memorabilia from NNHS (and a few of those other schools).  Each person will be able to order food and drink from the menu, and R.J. has agreed to reserve a section for our group.  The only cost will be what you choose to eat and drink.  The company will be priceless. 

Saturday will be spent at Newport News Park.  We've reserved a group shelter that can seat 150 people with sufficient cover to take care of any weather concerns.  If you made it to the 55th Birthday Party you'll recall it was held at the Park in one of the smaller shelters.  The facility we're using this time is a new addition and will give us lots of flexibility to meet and reminisce.  The cost of this event is $15.00 per person through August 31, 2010.  After that date the cost will be $20.00 per person.  The charge for Saturday will cover your food and beverages.  Checks should be made payable to NNHS Class of 1965, and mailed to Dave Arnold, 153 Exmoor Court, Williamsburg, VA 23185-3863.  He may also be reached at  757 618-6646, or  Once funds have been received you'll be contacted with a confirmation and additional information.  If you know of members who don't have access to the web site please get in touch with them and encourage them to come to the reunion. 

We'll also be posting a listing of hotels in the area of our two locations.  By making your own arrangements you'll be able to control some of your costs for the event.  This will also minimize the amount of travel to get to the venues. 

Finally, this will be an open reunion.  Each year we lose members of the class, as do those before and after ours.  We were once a big family regardless of graduating class and we'd like to continue that past history.  We cordially invite any of the Typhoon Nation to join us on October 15th and 16th.  We look forward to seeing you then. 

The '65 Reunion Committee 

   Thanks so much, Dave! I'll be adding this to the Reunion Page soon!


   Happy Birthday tomorrow to  Lynn Walker Brothers ('65) of VA!

   Happy Birthday this week to:

14 -     Johnnie Bateman ('70) of VA!

   Many Happy Returns to You Both!


May 10, 1933 - Censorship: In Germany, the Nazis staged massive public book burnings.

May 10, 1940 - The first German bombs of the war fell on England at Chilham and Petham, in Kent.

May 10, 1940 - Germany invaded Belgium, the Netherlands, and Luxembourg.

May 10, 1940 - Winston Churchill was appointed Prime Minister of the United Kingdom.

May 10, 1940 - Invasion of Iceland by the United Kingdom.

May 10, 1941 - The House of Commons in London was damaged by the Luftwaffe in an air raid.

May 10, 1941 - Rudolf Hess parachuted into Scotland to try to negotiate a peace deal between the United Kingdom and Nazi Germany.

May 10, 1942 - The Thai Phayap Army invaded the Shan States during the Burma Campaign.


May 11, 1937 - Adolf Hitler ordered a ban on all hydrogen zeppelin flights.

May 11, 1943 - American troops invaded Attu Island in the Aleutian Islands in an attempt to expel occupying Japanese forces.

May 11, 1944 - The Allies launched a major offensive against the Axis Powers on the Gustav Line in central Italy.

May 11, 1960 - In Buenos Aires, Argentina, four Israeli Mossad agents captured fugitive Nazi Adolf Eichmann, living under the assumed name Ricardo Klement.


Monday, May 10, 1965 - Supermodel Linda Evangelista was born in St. Catharines, Ontario, Canada.

Monday, May 10, 1965 - Basketball player Rony Seikaly (رونالد ﺼيقلي) was born in Beirut, Lebanon.


Tuesday, May 11, 1965 - Musician Greg Dulli was born in Hamilton, Ohio.

Tuesday, May 11, 1965 - Martial artist and actor Monsour del Rosario was born in Manila, Philippines.

      From Buster Vest ('63) of VA - 05/08/10 - "  Harry P. Seay":

I need to know Harry's new e-mail address. Please forward Harry my e-mail address & ask him to contact me.


   Thank you, Buster! I sent your note to Harry. Y'all lemme know if you connected okay so that I'll know there's been no snafu - 'cause that wouldn't do!

    From Sandi Williams Patrick ('64) of VA - 05/09/10, 8:02 AM:

Carol, I wish you would take better care of yourself and not feel like you have to provide us with a newsletter every day!  I would be perfectly happy with one-a-week and I know several others who feel the same.  Will you give it some thought?  We don’t want you to conk out on us!   ;-)

Sandi Williams Patrick (’64)

   Thanks so much, Sandi!

   Actually, I have been thinking about it. I originally went with a daily Newsletter not only because I would otherwise be inundated by so much material it would overwhelm me, but the sheer size of such Newsletters would make them too large for many of our readers to open. I have just recently learned how to control this, so an issue every other day seems to really be able to foot the bill - so those "double-issues" such as this one may be coming the norm much more often.

   And I'll try not to conk out!

    From Glenn Dye ('60) of TX - 09/05/10, 6:05 PM - "Stadium Bricks":


I wanted to get a message to
       Dave (Spriggs - '64 - of VA) to see if he was still working on the bricks from N.N.H.S. stadium. I am still interested in getting one.


   Oui! Moi, aussi! I've forwarded your note on to the good Captain, Glenn!

   Speaking of David.....

       From Dave Spriggs ('64) of VA - 05/09/10 - "Recent PC - Aerial Photo of NN":


I just received  this RPPC from EBAY. I scanned it at high resolution, which causes an otherwise glossy image to go grainy. Still, one can see many familiar and now-gone landmarks.

One way to date the image: NNHS has the additions of the library and old gym, but not the cafeteria and band wing. The old annex to the Warwick Hotel is standing; it once held the WGH studios. There were still apartments and fine old homes on West Avenue. It appears that Washington Avenue has not yet seen any demolition. The old business lining 23rd Street are standing, and the RR tracks can be seen.

I am guessing the early 40s.

   GASP! David, how beautiful! Thank you so much!

Early 1940's Aerial Photo of Newport News
   Perhaps I was just overcome by the thrill of it all, but I could think of no better place to post this than on the opening to Our Old Stomping Grounds - so I did!

        From My #2 Son, Brent Harty (Hillsboro HS, IL - '90) of TX - 05/09/10 - " 'The Hyphen' - By John Wayne AND ":

I put these on my facebook, but wasn't sure if you'd see it.  Love this video.  More John Wayne coming....

I found this audio recording by John Wayne which has a great message. It is about "The Hyphen". I think there is a great message that not only Americans but everyone can take from this. I hope my video does it justice.

Ragged Old Flag, from Star Sprangled Branson, 1990.

   WOWZERS! Thanks so much, Brent!

      From My Niece, Shari, of VA - 05/09/10 - "They don't walk in your shoes...":

They don't walk in your shoes...
Click, Click, Click!

by Pauline Fraser

We ducked into the dimly lit thrift shop to get out of the rain. Like so many things since our daughter's birth, I hadn't planned on a trip to this place. But I figured we'd see what they had since we were there.

"Hi, today is stuff a bag day. Would you like one?" The clerk asked.

"What is stuff a bag day?"

"You take a bag and stuff it with what ever you want and it's only $3. Best deal in town."

"Okay, sounds great," I said, despite the fact I hadn't planned on buying anything.

I took my six-year-old daughter's hand and we started to wander around. Suddenly there was a tug on my hand and my attention was being directed to the shoe section. She shares my weakness for shoes, so we stopped for a minute to look. I let go of her hand and she reached out to touch a pair of shiny black shoes with a strap and silver buckle.

"Buy me?" She inquires.

"Oh, Sweetie, they are tap shoes. You aren't taking tap."

"Buy me?" She repeats.

"Well, let's try them on."

She sits on the floor and removes her bright pink rain boots, with Barbie on the sides, and easily slides the new shoes on. A perfect fit. When she stands up she hears 'click.' She takes a step. Click, Click. Slowly recognition dawns, as she makes the connection between the shoes and her moving feet. Click, Click, Click.

"Buy me?" With a hopeful look in her eyes. Again, "Buy me, peas?"

"Okay Sweetie, take them off and put them in the bag."

We look around some more and get a few t-shirts, pants, books and games and a naked baby doll.

Well, it's stuff a bag day - might as well get my money's worth, I think to myself.

The sun has come back out as we emerge from our little side trip and we continue on our way. As we near the car, Amara reaches for the bag. As she climbs into the back seat, I give her the bag wondering what treasure she is looking for. The shoes, of course. She is my daughter after all.

"My wear."

It's not a question, so I took the tag off and helped her with the buckle. Our next stop was the grocery store and these shoes were made to make noise, especially on my little girl's feet. This could be interesting...

Click, Click, Click - people turn to look as we enter the store.

Click, Click, Click. I can feel the disapproving stares of the proper people. People who would never allow their daughter to wear tap shoes to the grocery store. I hold my head up with pride. The click, click, click is music to my ears.

"Excuse me dear. Is your daughter in tap this year?"

"No." I replied.

"Well why on earth would you allow her to wear tap shoes, here, of all places? They make such a noise."

"Yes, isn't it wonderful?"

"Wonderful? My dear, this is not the place to wear those shoes."

"Oh, I think this is the perfect place to wear them. You see she asked for them."

"Just because she asked for them, doesn't mean you have to get them for her."

"You don't understand," I said.

"When she was a baby, we were told she would never walk or talk. It has taken a lot of hard work and patience but she asked for the shoes and the click, click, click says that she can walk."

My daughter, who is always on the move, is 18 now and will graduate from grade 12 in June. It has not always been easy, but it has all been worthwhile. She has taught me that it doesn't matter what others think. They don't walk in your shoes.

And just like the ladies in the purple hats*, sometimes you simply have to wear tap shoes to the grocery store - if for nothing else, just the sheer joy of hearing the click, click, click.

* Ladies in purple hats are groups of women who have reached a certain age and now can allow themselves to enjoy life without fear of what others think.

Reprinted with permission from the author

About the Author
Pauline was born and raised in Nova Scotia and now calls British Columbia home. She is married and has three children, including a daughter with autism. Raising a special needs child was not how she had planned to spend her life, but now that she has, she wouldn't change a thing. Her daughter has taught her so much about life and living that she can't imagine how empty life would be without her.

   Thank you so much, Shari!

      From Jerry Blanchard ('62) of VA - 05/09/10 - "Got to see":


This is one for all to see. Keep tissues ready...

Jerry Blanchard (Class of 62) of Va.

   Thanks so much, Jerry!

      From My Niece, Shari, of VA - 05/10/10 - ": Monday :":

These are repeats, but great reminders.

Grandma's Hands

Grandma, some ninety plus years, sat feebly on the patio bench. She didn't move, just sat with her head down staring at her hands. When I sat down beside her she didn't acknowledge my presence and the longer I sat I wondered if she was OK.

Finally, not really wanting to disturb her but wanting to check on her at the same time, I asked her if she was O K. She raised her head and looked at me and smiled. "Yes, I'm fine, thank you for asking," she said in a clear voice strong.

"I didn't mean to disturb you, Grandma, but you were just sitting here staring at your hands and I wanted to make sure you were OK," I explained to her.

"Have you ever looked at your hands," she asked. "I mean really looked at your hands?"

I slowly opened my hands and stared down at them. I turned them over, palms up and then palms down. No, I guess I had never really looked at my hands as I tried to figure out the point she was making. Grandma smiled and related this story:

"Stop and think for a moment about the hands you have, how they have served you well throughout your years. These hands, though wrinkled shriveled and weak have been the tools I have used all my life to reach out and grab and embrace life.

They braced and caught my fall when as a toddler I crashed upon the floor. They put food in my mouth and clothes on my back. As a child, my mother taught me to fold them in prayer. They tied my shoes and pulled on my boots. They held my husband and wiped my tears when he went off to war.

They have been dirty, scraped and raw, swollen and bent. They were uneasy and clumsy when I tried to hold my newborn son. Decorated with my wedding band they showed the world that I was married and loved someone special They wrote my letters to him and trembled and shook when I buried my parents and spouse.

They have held my children and grandchildren, consoled neighbors, and shook in fists of anger when I didn't understand.

They have covered my face, combed my hair, and washed and cleansed the rest of my body. They have been sticky and wet, bent and broken, dried and raw. And to this day when not much of anything else of me works real well these hands hold me up, lay me down, and again continue to fold in prayer.

These hands are the mark of where I've been and the ruggedness of life."

When my hands are hurt or sore or when I stroke the face of my children and husband I think of Grandma. I know she has been stroked and caressed and held by the hands of God.

I, too, want to touch the face of God and feel His hands upon my face.

This is Rex Barker, asking you to look at your own hands now at whatever age you are - and reflect on what they have helped you accomplish in life.


Run through the Rain

A little girl had been shopping with her Mom in Target. She must have been 6 years old, this beautiful red haired, freckle faced image of innocence. It was pouring outside. The kind of rain that gushes over the top of rain gutters, so much in a hurry to hit the earth it has no time to flow down the spout. We all stood there under the awning and just inside the door of the Target.

We waited, some patiently, others irritated because nature messed up their hurried day. I am always mesmerized by rainfall. I got lost in the sound and sight of the heavens washing away the dirt and dust of the world. Memories of running, splashing so carefree as a child came pouring in as a welcome reprieve from the worries of my day.

The little voice was so sweet as it broke the hypnotic trance we were all caught in, "Mom, let's run through the rain," she said. "What?" Mom asked.

"Let's run through the rain!" She repeated.

"No, honey. We'll wait until it slows down a bit," Mom replied.

This young child waited about another minute and repeated, "Mom, let's run through the rain."

"We'll get soaked if we do," Mom said.

"No, we won't, Mom. That's not what you said this morning," the young girl said as she tugged at her mom's arm.

"This morning? When did I say we could run through the rain and not get wet?"

"Don't you remember? When you were talking to Daddy about his cancer, you said, 'If God can get us through this, he can get us through anything!'"

The entire crowd stopped dead silent. I swear you couldn't hear anything but the rain. We all stood silently. No one came or left in the next few minutes. Mom paused and thought for a moment about what she would say. Now some would laugh it off and scold her for being silly. Some might even ignore what was said. But this was a moment of affirmation in a young child's life. A time when innocent trust can be nurtured so that it will bloom into faith.

"Honey, you are absolutely right. Let's run through the rain. If God let's us get wet, well maybe we just needed washing," Mom said.

Then off they ran. We all stood watching, smiling and laughing as they darted past the cars and yes, through the puddles. They held their shopping bags over their heads just in case. They got soaked. But they were followed by a few who screamed and laughed like children all the way to their cars.

And yes, I did. I ran. I got wet. I needed washing.

Circumstances or people can take away your material possessions, they can take away your money, and they can take away your health. But no one can ever take away your precious memories... So, don't forget to make time and take opportunities to make memories everyday. To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven.

I hope you still take the time to run through the rain.

   Thanks, Shari!


  From Jane Chambers of VA - 04/16/10 - "(A Very Cool Surprise Which I'm Reserving for As Soon As I Catch Up to Myself)":

   WOWZERONI! Thanks so much, Jane!


  From Jane Chambers of VA - 07/01/09 AND 02/07/10 - "CNC BOOK BROCHURE & AD" AND 61-62 DECADERS ADDENDA:

   Contact Dr. Chambers at

   Thanks, Jane!


From ArcaMax Jokes - 05/10/10:

Wrong Way

As a senior citizen was driving down the freeway, his car phone rang.

Answering, he heard his wife's voice urgently warning him, "Herman, I just heard on the news that there's a car going the wrong way on 280 Interstate. Please be careful!"

"It's not just one car," said Herman. "It's hundreds of them!"



An aged farmer and his wife were leaning against the edge of their pig-pen when the old woman wistfully recalled that the next week would mark their golden wedding anniversary.

"Let's have a party, Homer," she suggested. "Let's kill a pig."

The farmer scratched his grizzled head. "Gee, Myrtle," he finally answered, "I don't see why the pig should take the blame for something that happened fifty years ago."

1. Saturday, June 12, 2010 - George Wythe Schools Closing Celebration. Contact Glory Gill (Wythe school nurse) at 727-2965 / with any questions or to contribute old memories - OPEN TO PUBLIC

2. Friday and Saturday, August 6 and 7, 2010 - The NNHS Class of 1970 will hold its 40-Year Reunion. Saturday night will be at the Kiln Creek Golf & Country Club. For details, contact Carol Comer Cutler at or visit the reunion website at - CLASS OF 1970

3. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, August 6, 7, and 8, 2010 - The NNHS Class of 1960 will hold its 50-Year Reunion at the Marriott Newport News at City Center. For details, contact Karen Weinstein Witte at - CLASS OF 1960

4. Saturday, October 9, 2010 - The NNHS Class of 1963 will celebrate their 65th Birthdays at a Party on Saturday, October 9, 2010 at the Virginia Power Clubhouse, 1701 Waterview, Yorktown, VA from 5:00 PM to 10:00 PM. For details, contact Susie Overton Jones at - CLASS OF 1963

5. Friday and Saturday, October 15 and 16, 2010 - The NNHS Class of 1965 will hold its 45-Year Reunion. For details, contact Dave Arnold at - OPEN TO ALL CLASSES, HOSTED BY THE CLASS OF 1965

6. Saturday, April 30, 2011 - The NNHS Class of 1954 will have a LUNCHEON. Mickey Marcella (757) 249-3800, Betty Hamby Neher, (757) 898-5099 and Dr. Harry Simpson (804) 694-0346 will be the team leaders. - CLASS OF 1954

7. July 2011- The Class of 1971 is planning a 40-Year Reunion. A planning committee has been formed and held their first meeting recently. In an effort to connect with as many class members as possible, they are asking anyone interested in the Class of '71 reunion to contact Richard Rawls. Please provide your name, address, phone number(s) and email address so that they can be in touch with you when final arrangements are made. It has been 20 years since their last class reunion and they are looking forward to seeing everyone again. Send your contact information to: - CLASS OF 1971

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

                                 Love to all, Carol





Carol Buckley Harty

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"El Solo Toro" (The Lonely Bull)

Written by Sol Lake

Recorded by Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass, 1962

"The Lonely Bull" midi courtesy of - 03/24/10

Image of Bull at the North Carolina Zoological Park, Asheboro, North Carolina, USA (October 19, 1998) courtesy
of - 03/24/10

Divider Line 247 courtesy of - 03/23/10

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

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!!

Air Force Seal clip art courtesy of - 07/07/06

Coast Guard Seal clip art courtesy of - 10/03/07

Navy Seal clip art courtesy of - 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!

Hillsboro High School's Topper (Band Version) clip art courtesy of - 06/07/08
Thanks, Mark!

Animated BOO-HOO courtesy of Glenn Dye ('60) of TX - 08/28/09
Thanks, Glenn!

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