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05/13/07 - NNHS Newsletter

“The moment a child is born, the mother is also born. She never existed before. The woman existed, but the mother, never. A mother is something absolutely new.”

- Rajneesh
(11 Dec 1931 - 19 Jan 1990)


 

“When you are a mother, you are never really alone in your thoughts. A mother always has to think twice, once for herself and once for her child.”

- Sophia Loren 
(b. 20 Sept 1934)

Dear Friends and Schoolmates,   

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  From Glenn Dye ('60) of TX - 05/06/07 - "Great Mother's Day story...I will never think of Chapstick the same again...":

So, we had this great 10 year old cat named Jack who just recently died. Jack was a great cat and the kids would carry him around and sit on him and nothing ever bothered him He used to hang out and nap all day long on this mat in our bathroom.

Well we have 3 kids and at the time of this story they were 4 years old, 3 years old and 1 year old. The middle one is Eli. Eli really loves chapstick. LOVES it. He kept asking to use my chapstick and then losing it So finally one day I showed him where in the bathroom I keep my chapstick and how he could use it whenever he wanted to but he needed to put it right back in the drawer when he was done.

Last year on Mother's Day, we were having the typical rush around and try to get ready for Church with everyone crying and carrying on. My two boys are fighting over the toy in the cereal box. I am trying to nurse my little one at the same time I am putting on my make-up. Everything is a mess and everyone has long forgotten that this is a wonderful day to honor me and the amazing job that is motherhood.

We finally have the older one and and the baby loaded in the car and I am looking for Eli I have searched everywhere and I finally round the corner to go into the bathroom. And there was Eli. He was applying my chapstick very carefully to Jack's . . . rear end. Eli looked right into my eyes and said "chapped." Now if you have a cat, you know that he is right--their little butts do look pretty chapped. And, frankly, Jack didn't seem to mind.

And the only question to really ask at that point was whether it was the FIRST time Eli had done that to the cat's behind or the hundredth.

And THAT is my favorite Mother's Day moment ever because it reminds us that no matter how hard we try to civilize these glorious little creatures, there will always be that day when you realize they've been using your chapstick on the cat's butt.

   EWWW!!!  Thanks, Glenn!


From My Niece, Shari, of VA - 05/08/07 - "A nice card and the like for every kind of woman -(parent or not.) Men should like, too.":

Some cards, stories or poems to choose from. A nice send for your mother, sister or a friends.
 
Beautiful!
 
Funny and true.
 
A poem, by a mom of an adopted child or children.
 
For those who are parents, of differently abled children.
 
"Step-moms"
 
For those women, who never get the opportunity of being a mother. So many are not afforded the ability to biologically have a child, yet usually we fail to recognize them.
 
An adoption site for those who are considering giving your love and time to someone, who will become your child.
 
I thought this was sweet, as he always tries to call his mother. So many think a man doesn't stay close to his mother.
One of the things I most love about my father   Rennie Dick ('54) of VA - is the continual respect and devotion he showed to his mother/my grandmother, of course.
 
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(Let's not forget the unselfish birth mothers who love their children enough to give them to others, who can love, support and nurture them, when they can not.)

   Thanks, Shari!


  From Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of VA - 05/09/07 - "Mother's Day Warm & Fuzzy":

Happy Mother's Day and may God bless you with many more!

MOTHERS

 
This is for the mothers who have sat up all night with sick toddlers in their arms, wiping up throw up laced with Oscar Mayer Wieners and cherry Kool-Aid saying, "It's okay honey, Mommy's here."

Who have sat in rocking chairs for hours on end soothing crying babies who can't be comforted.

This is for all the mothers who show up at work with spit-up in their hair and milk stains on their blouses and diapers in their purse.
 
For all the mothers who run carpools and make cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the mothers who DON'T.
 
This is for mothers who gave birth to babies they'll never see. And the mothers who took those babies and gave them homes.
 
This is for the mothers whose priceless art collections are hanging on their refrigerator doors.

And for all the mothers who froze their buns on metal bleachers at football or soccer games instead of watching from the warmth of their cars, so that when their kids asked," Did you see me, Mom?" they could say," Of course, I wouldn't miss it for the world," and mean it.

This is for all the mothers who yell at their kids in the grocery store and swat them in despair when they stomp their feet and scream for ice cream before dinner. And for all the mothers who count to ten instead, but realize how child abuse happens.
 
This is for all the mothers who sat down with their children and explained all about making babies. And for all the others who wanted to, but just couldn't find the words.
 
This is for all the mothers who go hungry, so their children can eat.

For all the mothers who read “Goodnight, Moon" twice a night for a year. And then read it again. “Just one more time."

This is for all the mothers who taught their children to tie their shoelaces before they started school. And for all the mothers who opted for Velcro instead.

This is for all the mothers who teach their sons to cook and their daughters to sink a jump shot.

This is for every mother whose head turns automatically when a little voice calls “Mom?" in a crowd even though they know their own offspring are at home -- or even away at college.

This is for all the mothers who sent their kids to school with stomach aches assuring them they'd be just FINE once they  got there, only to get calls from the school nurse an hour later asking them to please pick them up. Right away!!
 
This is for mothers whose children have gone astray, who can't find the words to reach them.
 
This is for all stepmothers who raised another woman's child or children, and gave their time, attention, andlove ... sometimes totally unappreciated!

For all the mothers who bite their lips until they bleed when their 14-year-olds dye their hair green.

For all the mothers of the victims of recent school shootings, and the mothers of those who did the shooting.

For the mothers of the survivors, and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in horror, hugging their child who just came home from school, safely.

This is for all the mothers who taught their children to be peaceful, and now pray they come home safely from a war.

What makes a good Mother anyway? Is it patience? Compassion? Broad hips?

The ability to nurse a baby, cook dinner, and sew a button on a shirt, all at the same time?

Or is it in her heart? Is it the ache you feel when you watch your son or daughter disappear down the street, walking to school alone for the very first time? The jolt that takes you from sleep to dread, from bed to crib at 2 a.m. to put your hand on the back of a sleeping baby?

The panic, years later, that comes again at 2 a.m. when you just want to hear their key in the door and know they are safe again in your home?

Or the need to flee from wherever you are and hug your child when you hear news of a fire, a car accident, a child dying?

The emotions of motherhood are universal and so our thoughts are for young mothers stumbling through diaper changes  and sleep deprivation...

And mature mothers learning to let go.

For working mothers and stay-at-home mothers.

Single mothers and married mothers.

Mothers with money, mothers without.

This is for you all.

For all of us.
 
Hang in there.
In the end we can only do the best we can.
Tell them everyday that we love them.
And pray.
 
Please pass this along to all the Moms in your life.

"Home is what catches you when you fall - and we all  fall."

Please pass this to a wonderful mother you know. ( I just did.)

   Thanks, Joyce!


  From Glenn Dye ('60) of TX - 05/10/07 - "A Mother's Crown":

A Mother's Crown
 
Heaven lit up with His mighty presence,
 As all the Angels looked down,
Today the Lord was placing the jewels,
 In all the mothers crowns.
As He held up a golden crown,
 As all the mother's looked on,
 He said in His gentle voice,
I just want to explain each stone.
He held the first gem in His hand
But the radiance couldn't match His own.
For He was the light of Heaven,
 Reflecting off each of the stones.
The first gem, He said, is an emerald,
 And it's for endurance alone,
 For all the nights you waited up, 
For your children to come home,
 For all the nights by their bedside,
 You stayed till the fever went down,
 For nursing every little wound,
I add this emerald to your crown.
A ruby, I'll place by the emerald,
For leading your child in the right way,
 For if you hadn't taught them about me,
 They wouldn't be here with you today.
For always being right there,
 Thru all life's important events,
 I give you a sapphire stone,
 For the time and love you spent.
For untying the strings that held them,
When they grew up and left home,
I give you this one for courage,
Then the Lord added an amethyst stone.
I'll place a stone of garnet, He said,
 For all the times you spent on your knees,
When you asked me to take care of your children,
 And them for having faith in me.
I have a pearl for every little sacrifice,
 That you made without them knowing,
 For all the times you went without,
To keep them happy, healthy, and growing.
And last of all I have a diamond,
 The greatest of all gems,
 For those mothers who lost their children,
When they came home to heaven before them.
This is the most precious sacrifice,
 So I give the most precious stone,
 For I know just how you felt,
I too lost a child of my own.
After the Lord placed the last jewel in,
 He said, Heaven is now complete,
For every mother has her crown of jewels,
 And all her children are at her feet.
 

   How beautiful!  Thanks, Glenn!


  From Joan Lauterbach Krause ('60) of VA - 05/12/07 - "MOTHERS":

BEING A MOTHER
   
   
After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, "I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you."
    
The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally. That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.

"What's wrong, are you well," she asked?
    
My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.
    
"I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you," I responded. "Just the two of us."

She thought about it for a moment, and then said, "I would like that very much."
    
That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary.    
    
She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's. "I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed," she said, as she got into the car. "They can't wait to hear about our meeting."   
    
We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. "It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small," she said.

"Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor," I responded.
   
During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation- -nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We talked so  much that we missed the movie.
     
As we arrived at her house later, she said, "I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you." I agreed.
  
"How was your dinner date?" asked my wife when I got home.

"Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined," I answered.
   
A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I didn't have a chance to do anything for her. 
    
Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined. An attached note said: "I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son."
    
    
At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: "I LOVE YOU" and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till "some other time."
    
    
Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you've had a baby.... somebody doesn't know that once you're a mother, "normal" is history.
    
Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by instinct .... somebody never took a three-year-old shopping.
     
Somebody said being a mother is boring .... somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a driver's permit. Somebody said if you're a "good" mother, your child will "turn out
good".... somebody thinks a child comes with directions and a guarantee.   
    
Somebody said "good" mothers never raise their voices .... somebody never came out the back door just in time to see her child hit a golf ball through the neighbor's kitchen window.
    
Somebody said you don't need an education to be a mother.... somebody never helped a fourth grader with his math.
   
Somebody said you can't love the second child as much as you love the first .... somebody doesn't have two children.    
    
Somebody said a mother can find all the answers to her child-rearing questions in the books.... somebody never had a child stuff beans up his nose or in his ears.   
    
Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labor and delivery.... somebody never watched her "baby" get on the bus for the first day of kindergarten .... or on a plane headed for military "boot camp."
    
   
Somebody said a mother can do her job with her eyes closed and one hand tied behind her back .... somebody never organized seven giggling Brownies to sell cookies.  
    
Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after her child gets married.... somebody doesn't know that marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a mother's heartstrings.
    
Somebody said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home.... somebody never had grandchildren.  
    
Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tell her.... somebody isn't a mother. 

    
This isn't just about being a mother; it's about appreciating the people in your life while you have them.... no matter who that person is.

   Thanks, Joan!


  From Jamey Douglas Bacon ('66) of VA - 05/12/07 - "I Owe My Mother"

I OWE MY MOTHER

1. My mother taught me TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE.
"If you're going to kill each other, do it outside. I just finished cleaning."

2. My mother taught me RELIGION.
"You better pray that will come out of the carpet."

3. My mother taught me about TIME TRAVEL.
"If you don't straighten up, I'm going to knock you into the middle of next week!"

4. My mother taught me LOGIC.
" Because I said so, that's why."

5. My mother taught me MORE LOGIC.
"If you fall out of that swing and break your neck, you're not going to the store with me."

6. My mother taught me FORESIGHT.
"Make sure you wear clean underwear, in ca se you're in an accident."

7. My mother taught me IRONY.
"Keep crying, and I'll give you something to cry about."

8. My mother taught me about the science of OSMOSIS.
"Shut your mouth and eat your supper."

9. My mother taught me about CONTORTIONISM.
"Will you look at that dirt on the back of your neck!"

10. My mother taught me about STAMINA.
"You'll sit there until all that spinach is gone."

11. My mother taught me about WEATHER.
"This room of yours looks as if a tornado went through it."

12. My mother taught me about HYPOCRISY.
"If I told you once, I've told you a million times. Don't exaggerate!"

13. My mother taught me the CIRCLE OF LIFE.
"I brought you into this world, and I can take you out."

14. My mother taught me about BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION.
"Stop acting like your father!"

15. My mother taught me about ENVY.
"There are mill ions of less fortunate children in this world who don't have wonderful parents like you do."

16. My mother taught me about ANTICIPATION.
"Just wait until we get home."

17. My mother taught me about RECEIVING.
"You are going to get it when you get home!"

18. My mother taught me MEDICAL SCIENCE.
"If you don't stop crossing your eyes, they are going to freeze that way."

19. My mother taught me ESP.
"Put your sweater on; don't you think I know when you are cold?"

20. My mother taught me HUMOR.
"When that lawn mower cuts off your toes, don't come running to me."

21. My mother taught me HOW TO BECOME AN ADULT.
"If you don't eat your vegetables, you'll never grow up."

22. My mother taught me GENETICS.
"You're just like your father."

23. My mother taught me about my ROOTS.
"Shut that door behind you. Do you think you were born in a barn?"

24. My mother taught me WISDOM.
"When you get to be my age, you'll understand."

25. And my favorite: My mother taught me about JUSTICE.
"One day you'll have kids, and I hope they turn out just like you

   GIGGLES!!!  Thanks, Jamey!


  From Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of VA - 05/12/07 - "I AM" . . . .":

HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!!!!!!!

  "WHO ARE YOU, LORD"

               HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY!!!!!

   Thanks again, Joyce!



DATES TO REMEMBER:

1. Saturday, June 23, 2007 - 60th Birthday Party for the Class of 1965 - OPEN TO ALL NNHS CLASSES

2. Saturday, August 4, 2007 - Typhoon Informal Reunion - NNHS CLASS OF 1960

3. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, August 31 - September 2, 2007 - NNHS CLASS OF 1967

4. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, September 7 - 9, 2007 - NNHS CLASS OF 1957

5. Saturday, September 29, 2007 - Evelyn Fryer Fish's Buckroe Beach (Pot Luck) Birthday Party for Everyone - OPEN TO ALL

6. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, October 12 - 13, 2007 - NNHS CLASS OF 1962; FRIDAY NIGHT OPEN TO NNHS CLASSES OF 1960 - 1965

7. Friday and Saturday, May 16 - 17, 2008 - NNHS CLASS OF 1958


REUNION REMINDERS:  

   Reunion information is ALWAYS posted very near the top on the front page, and on the Reunion Page section:

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   From Dave Arnold ('65) of VA - 04/27/07 - "to make you smile... (#8 in a series of 23)":
 

 

I thought folks might enjoy some of these photos as we have so many animal lovers.

Dave

Sights you may not see in a lifetime

   I think that's aptly titled!  Thanks, Dave!

 
 


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

                          Love to all, Carol

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M-O-T-H-E-R

M Is for the many things she gave me,
O Means only that she's growing old.
T Is for the tears she shed to save me,
H Is for her heart of purest gold.
E Is for her eyes with lovelight shinning,
R Means right and right she'll always be.

Put them all together, They spell MOTHER.
A word that means the world to me.

 


"M-O-T-H-E-R" midi courtesy of http://www.jeannepasero.com/momdaymidis.html - 05/06/05

"M-O-T-H-E-R" lyrics courtesy of http://www.angelfire.com/oh2/crazy1/SingleRoses.html - 05/06/05

Mother's Day Title clip art courtesy of http://www.hellasmultimedia.com/webimages/mother-htm/mother_signs.htm - 05/05/07

Pansy Divider Line clip art courtesy of http://www.hellasmultimedia.com/webimages/flowers-htm/flowers_lines.htm - 05/05/07

Air Force Seal clip art courtesy of http://www1.va.gov/opa/feature/celebrate/milsongs.htm - 07/07/06

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