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05/16/07 - NNHS Newsletter -
That Old Feeling

"It didn't dawn on me until you were gone just how much I would
miss you. Sometimes I start to pick up the phone to see if you
want to do something, and then I remember you're far away.
Or I go somewhere we used to go, see people having fun, and
wish we could be there, too, laughing and talking like they are."

- Renee Duvall

Dear Friends and Schoolmates,   

   I woke up today in a Frank Sinatra mood.  Well, okay, I'll admit it; that's not all that unusual for me.  Anyway, I found this song to match my mood.  I hope you like it.

  From Chandler Nelms (Hampton High - '63) of MD - 05/14/07 - "Carol's Relief Fund":

Okay here's what I have for today. First the Introduction, then the list, but only use the names.....please. Joe, Wayne as with my other writings, please feel free to hack it up. Iím out of here. VROOOOOM!

Carol's Relief Fund

Only one day into Carolís Relief Fund drive and we are 14% there! Thanks to so many of you for responding so quickly. We can see from your emails and your generosity that both Carol and the NNHS Newsletter mean a great deal to you. So help us by notifying those that have not responded yet or that simply donít read their emails, that we are underway and we want to add their names with yours to show how much the newsletter AND this worthy cause mean to them, too.

Thanks to all of you.

Joe, Wayne, and Chandler

  Joe Wingo ('65 - of NC) -

  Wayne Stokes ('65 - of VA) -

  Chandler Nelms (Hampton HS - '63 - of MD) - or

   Ummmm, thank you all - so very, very much!!!

Fund Contributors

   From the President of the Class of 1965, Joe Wingo of NC - 05/14/07:

   Works for meÖ.

   Get your motor runnin, head out on the highway


"Concerned Typhoons"
Bill Hobbs
Chandler Nelms
Charles Schneider
Edna Harrison
Gary Fitzgerald
Herb Hice
Jean Burton
Jim Hines
Joan Krause
Joe Wingo
John Murden
Judy and Alan Nesbitt
Wayne Stokes
"A Concerned Typhoon"
Jim Harris
Linda Waterfield Kenney
Al Simms

   Gentlemen, I am completely overwhelmed.  Thank you so very much!


19 -   David Whitley ('67) of VA - 1949
20 -
  Chuck Ragland ('66) of VA - 1948

   Many Happy Returns, Gentlemen!

PAUL'S RESUME: - newly revised (but still in process)

   We've received fabulous assistance from two impeccable sources on how to seriously revise this.  We will be working on this project all day TOMORROW - I hope.  We REALLY appreciate your help - thanks so much!


From My Niece, Shari, of VA - 05/08/07 - "An Unexpected Moment":

An older story, but it is an example of how "God works in mysterious ways."
An Unexpected Moment

It was hard to watch her fail.  Physically she was growing thinner and more stooped.  Mentally she was losing her ability to sort out reality.  Initially, my grandmother had railed angrily against the symptoms of Alzheimer's disease that were eroding who she had always been.

Eventually, the anger gave way to frustration and then resignation.  My grandmother had always been a strong woman. She had a career before it was common for women to have careers. She was independent.  In her eighties, she was still dragging out her stepladder every spring to wash all the windows in her house.  She was also a woman with a deep faith in God.

As my grandmother lost her ability to live alone, my father moved her into his home.  Grandchildren and great-grandchildren were often in the house.  She seemed to enjoy being surrounded by the noise and activity of a large, extended family.

As she slipped further away from us mentally, my grandmother would occasionally have moments of lucidity when she knew where she was and recognized everyone around her.  We never knew what prompted those moments, when they would occur or how long they would last.

Toward the end of her life she became convinced that her mother had knit everything she owned. "Mama knit my boots," she would tell strangers, holding up a foot clad in galoshes. "Mama knit my coat," she would say with a vacant smile as she zipped up her raincoat.  Soon we were putting on her boots for her and helping her zip up her coat.

During my grandmother's last autumn with us, we decided to take a family outing.  We packed up the cars and went to a local fair for a day of caramel apples, craft booths and carnival rides. Grandma loved flowers, so my dad bought her a rose.  She carried it proudly through the fair, stopping often to breathe in its fragrance.

Grandma couldn't go on the carnival rides, of course, so she sat on a bench close by and waited while the rest of the family rode.  Her moments of lucidity were now a thing of the past having eluded her for months, but she seemed content to sit and watch as life unfolded around her.

While the youngest members of the family ran, laughing to get in line at the next ride, my father took my grandmother to the nearest bench. A sullen-looking young woman already occupied the bench but said she wouldn't mind sharing the bench. "Mama knit my coat," my grandmother told the young woman as she sat down.

We didn't let my grandmother out of our sight, and when we came back to the bench to get her, the young woman was holding the rose.  She looked as though she had been crying.  "Thank you for sharing your grandmother with me," she said.  Then she told us her story.  She had decided that day was to be her last on Earth.  In deep despair and feeling she had nothing to live for, she was planning to go home and commit suicide. While she sat on that bench with Grandma as the carnival noises swirled around them, she found herself pouring out her troubles.

"Your grandmother listened to me," the young woman informed us.  "She told me about a time in her own life, during the Depression, when she had lost hope. She told me that God loved me and that He would watch over me and would help me make it through my problems. She gave me this rose.  She told me that my life would unfold just like this rose and that I would be surprised by its beauty. She told me my life was a gift. She said she would be praying for me."

We stood, dumbfounded, as she hugged my grandmother and thanked her for saving her life. Grandma just smiled a vacant smile and patted her arm. As the young woman turned to leave, she waved good-bye to us. Grandma waved back and then turned to look at us, still standing in amazement.

"Mama knit my hat," she said.

~By Sara L. Henderson~

  OH, WOW!!!  Thanks so very much, Shari!

  From Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of VA - 05/15/07 - "The Tree":

I hired a plumber to help me restore an old farmhouse, and after he had just finished a rough first day on the job: a flat tire made him lose an hour of work, his electric drill quit and his ancient one ton truck refused to start.

While I drove him home, he sat in stony silence. On arriving, he invited me in to meet his family. As we walked toward the front door, he paused briefly at a small tree, touching the tips of the branches with both hands.

When opening the door he underwent an amazing transformation.. His face was wreathed in smiles and he hugged his two small children and gave his wife a kiss.

Afterward he walked me to the car. We passed the tree and my curiosity got the better of me. I asked him about what I had seen him do earlier.

Oh, that's my trouble tree," he replied "I know I can't help having troubles on the job, but one thing's for sure, those troubles don't belong in the house with my wife and the children... So I just hang them up on the tree every night when I come home and ask God to take care of them. Then in the morning I pick them up again." "Funny thing is," he smiled," when I come out in the morning to pick'em up, there aren't nearly as many as I remember hanging up the night before."

God Bless...Have A Blessed Day!!!

"Do not ask the Lord to guide your footsteps if you're not willing to move your feet."

   Thanks, Joyce! I love this one!

  From Bill Black ('66) of GA - 05/15/07 - "The Lowest Common Denominator":

I took this pic this afternoon, in downtown LaGrange.  Proof as to the mentality of these local Troup County Goobers, but also as a valuable lesson I've learned. 

  I carry my digital camera with me at practically all times, so I can take that snap of something at Hills & Dales, or a train wreck, or a topless coed sunbathing on the field between the new dorms at LaGrange Coll- wait a second....  No, that'll never happen...
But here's proof that I'm really living in a character-rich writer's paradise after all.  As soon as I snapped this pic, a second pickup truck pulled up, with another gum-chewing baseball cap wearing, left arm sunburned Goober leans out of the window and yells at me: "Huh-a thar uh bud-dee.. Ah'm a crack-ur tew".   Or something to that effect.  Since he was about five feet away from me, at a stoplight, I threw caution to the winds, smiled and yelled back "Oh? There are TWO of you?"
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
LaGrange, GA

That's when I realized the first truck had his window down, too, and that my voice carries really well. 
In the next instant, the light changed and the first truck spun his tires, leaving us all in a cloud of smoke. 
Ahhh..  My life in LaFreakin'Grange...

   WILD GIGGLES!!! Thanks, Bill!

From John DiGiacomo ('69) of VA - 05/18/07 - "Re: Welcome to the NNHS Mailing List!":

I currently reside in Prince George County, Va.
You can use my sophomore picture and my DOB is 10/20/1951.

   Thanks, John!   I'll get around to scanning your picture just any old day now, I'm sure.

   Meanwhile, I did add you to our birthday page:


    From My #2 Son, Brent Harty (Hillsboro High, IL - '90) of IL - 05/15/07 - "Precious soil of Dixie":


Did you by chance retrieve any sacred soil from Richmond (Hollywood Cemetery, maybe?) while you traveled recently to Yankeedom? I would love to be able to provide some to the Camp Douglas SCV post.

   Well, no, not really, no.   We didn't actually drive into Richmond proper.  BUT, after I explained your quest  to     Cheryl's (White Wilson - John Marshall HS - '64) husband, Don (Wilson - John Marshall HS - '64), he did venture into their backyard and retrieved you a bag of dirt.  AND their backyard just happens to be located on the Howlett Line Park Battlefield!

   As it says here: 

Howlett Line Park, 14100 Howlett Line Drive - Impressive earthworks with some unique features are preserved in this two-acre park. This was a strong point in the Confederate line that "bottled up" Gen. Ben Butler's Army of the James on Bermuda Hundred in 1864 and was involved in several military events in the area. To get there from I-95: Take the Route 10 east (Hopewell) exit, then turn right at the first stoplight (Old Stage Road). Continue 0.8 miles to Old Bermuda Hundred Road; turn left. Continue 0.6 miles to Lawing Road; turn right. Continue 0.6 miles to Woods Edge Road; turn left. Continue 0.2 miles to Howlett Line Drive; turn right. Park is 0.3 miles on right.


Of course, I'd love some from NC as well as per our discussions. There are several nearby sites to you in Fayetteville of course.

   As I said, we're only about an hour away from the Averasborough Battlefield:

   We'll cart over there with a Ziplock bag one of these first days.  Bentonville is not too far away either:
 Meanwhile, I'll go out into the backyard and dig you up some good old Fayetteville "dirt" - meaning sand......

Also, you mentioned that I could send you an email and you would get it out there amongst the vast NNHS group. Here is my request.

What: Soil from Confederate States
Why: Used for memorial services (ranging from Remembrance Day services to memorializing newly found CSA veteran gravesites, etc)
Where: Any state of the CSA, including MO, KY, MD and Indian Territory (OK)
Specifics: Please get about a large freezer bag nicely filled with soil. Also note from what state and where. Ideally, you can get it from/near a cool historical site of your choice, but even just 'non-famous' soil will do nicely. Then just send it (if you would be so kind) to Brent Harty, 350 Stevens Avenue, Joliet, IL 60432. I'm not sure how long I'll be here before my next promotion, but figure to be here through the summer.

Thanks much for your kindness & generosity in advance, y'all!


   Thanks, Brent!

   I hope you get "dirt-bagged" with plenty of sacred soil to take to your next reenactment!

CLOCKWISE FROM TOP: Jimmy, Bethany, Brent, Emeline, Joe, Jacob and Tommy Harty Brent Harty - b. 21 Apr 1972; Jacob Harty - b. 31 Aug 1997; Nathaniel Harty - b. 5 Sep 1979
Saturday, October 21, 2006 - Minooka, IL

  From Johnnie Bateman ('68) of VA - 05/16/07:

I would like to add to the East End article    Fred Mays ('60 - of VA) wrote. As for the crimes that he recalls, I know that Roger's Confectionary was robbed in the mid 60's and I believe the lady's name was Margaret who was working that night. She was shot in the stomach and survived. After she was shot with a .22 caliber pistol, she fired back two shots with a .38 caliber pistol and the robber took off. I don't think they ever did catch him.  I know   Bobby Callis ('64 - of WV) reads this once in a while and remembers it well, as Roger was his dad.
Also, I worked at Gray's Grocery on 25th and Oak across the street from Roger's and "Pop" Arnolds Esso (Hi,   Dave!). Our uncle (Newton Savage)   Sandi's (Bateman Chestnut - '65 - of VA) - and mine -  owned the store and we where held up on one Saturday night as we were preparing to close the store for the night.  My uncle was in the back putting up deposit bottles and I was scrapping the butcher block table which was a weekly thing. Well, the next thing I knew I looked up and a man with a hose pulled down over his face was staring at me with a chrome pearl handled .25 automatic. I'll never forget what he said, "Freeze! I can shoot this thing straight!" so I froze and while he held the gun pointed 6" inches from between my eyes one of them (3 robbers) went to the register and took all the bills and the other was at the front door of the store. A few minutes later my uncle came out of the back room, and the robber that was pointing the gun at me went over to my uncle and held the gun in his side. No one got hurt (thank God) and they took off with $119.00.
johnnie bateman

   YOWZERONI!!!  I posted your scary comments, Johnnie, and made a new page for your uncle's store in the process.


      - brand new page

   Thanks for sharing those memories with us.  And oh, here's your birthday candle - somewhat belatedly.  


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

   From Dave Arnold ('65) of VA - 04/27/07 - "to make you smile... (#11 in a series of 23)":


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


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





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

That Old Feeling

Words and Music by Brown/Fain

I saw you last night and got that old feeling
When you came in sight, I got that old feeling
The moment that you danced by, I felt a thrill
And when you caught my eye, my heart stood still

Once again I seemed to feel that old yearning
Then I knew the spark of love was still burning
There'll be no new romance for me, it's foolish to start
'cause that old feeling is still in my heart

There'll be no new romance for me, it's foolish to start
'cause that old feeling is still in my heart

 "That Old Feeling" midi (sequenced by Mel Webb) courtesy of - 05/16/07

"That Old Feeling" lyrics courtesy of - 05/16/07

Image of Trance Romance by Modern Romeo courtesy of - 05/16/07

Red Rose Divider Line clip art courtesy of - 04/05/05

Crab clip art courtesy of - 10/02/05

Marine Corps Seal clip art courtesy of Herbert Hice of MI - one of my Famous Marines who served in the South Pacific during WWII.
Thanks, Herbie!

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

Army Seal clip art courtesy of Al Farber ('64) of GA - 05/24/06
Thanks, Al!

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

Animated Huge Candle clip art courtesy of - 05/21/06

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

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