05/11/10 - NNHS Newsletter -
“There comes a time in the affairs of man when he
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 - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IEE-5rVM0LE - The Lonely Bull - Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass, February 16, 1967
"The Lonely Bull (El Solo Toro)" 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.
SAD NEWS:From Sydney Dearing ('56) of TN - 05/10/10 - " Joe Tolly NNHS '56":
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
The '65 Reunion Committee
Thanks so much, Dave! I'll be adding this to the Reunion Page soon!
THIS WEEK'S BIRTHDAYS:
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!
YESTERDAY IN WWII:
|May 10, 1933 -
staged massive public
May 10, 1940 - Invasion of Iceland by the United Kingdom.
THIS DAY IN WWII:
May 11, 1937 - Adolf Hitler ordered a ban on all hydrogen
May 11, 1943 - American troops invaded
Attu Island in the
Aleutian Islands in an attempt to expel occupying
YESTERDAY IN 1965:
|Monday, May 10, 1965 - Supermodel Linda Evangelista was born in St. Catharines, Ontario, Canada.|
THIS DAY IN 1965:
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.
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
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
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.
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, 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.
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 email@example.com.
FromArcaMax Jokes - 05/10/10:
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!"
|DATES TO REMEMBER:|
|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 firstname.lastname@example.org or visit the reunion website at NNHS1970Reunion.myevent.com - 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 email@example.com - 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 firstname.lastname@example.org - 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 email@example.com - 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 firstname.lastname@example.org (757) 249-3800, Betty Hamby Neher, email@example.com (757) 898-5099 and Dr. Harry Simpson firstname.lastname@example.org (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: Richard@Rawls.com - CLASS OF 1971
http://www.nnhs65.com/requests-prayers.html - updated 05/11/10
http://nnhs.wordpress.com/ - updated 08/04/09
NNHS CLASS OF '65 WEB SITE:
PERSONAL WEB SITE: http://www.angelfire.com/weird2/cluckmeat
"El Solo Toro" (The Lonely Bull)
Written by Sol Lake
Recorded by Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass, 1962
"The Lonely Bull"
midi courtesy of
http://www.jacquedee63.com/sixtieslist.html - 03/24/10
Image of Bull at the North Carolina Zoological Park, Asheboro, North Carolina, USA (October 19, 1998) courtesy
of http://members.nuvox.net/jmaloney/anima105.htm - 03/24/10
Divider Line 247 courtesy of http://www.angelfire.com/tx5/tx5280/lines5.html - 03/23/10
Animated Tiny Birthday Cake clip art courtesy ofSarah Puckett Kressaty ('65) of VA - 08/31/05
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 http://www1.va.gov/opa/feature/celebrate/milsongs.htm - 07/07/06
Coast Guard Seal clip art courtesy of http://www.tioh.hqda.pentagon.mil/SealsEmblems/USCG.htm - 10/03/07
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
Replaced by Norm Covert ('61) of MD - 02/09/09
Hillsboro High School's Topper (Band Version) clip art courtesy of
courtesy of Glenn Dye ('60) of TX - 08/28/09
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