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07/12/09 - NNHS Newsletter - Nights in White Satin

“Silks and Satins, scarlets and velvets, put out the kitchen fire.”

- Benjamin Franklin
(17 Jan 1706 - 17 Apr 1790)

Dear Friends and Schoolmates,   

   I thought this song wasn't written until 1970 or 1971.  It's funny the tricks the mind plays after forty-eleven years have passed.....

BONUS #1 - - Nights in White Satin - The Moody Blues, 1967

BONUS #2 - - Nights in White Satin -- The Moody Blues, some time later.....


"Band member Justin Hayward wrote the song at age nineteen, and titled the song after a friend gave him a gift of satin bedsheets. The song itself was a tale of a yearning love from afar, which leads many aficionados to term it as a tale of unrequited love endured by Hayward."


Saturday, July 12, 1969 - Actress Lisa Nicole Carson was born in Brooklyn, NY.

Saturday, July 12, 1969 - American guitarist  Jesse Pintado (later of Napalm Death) was born in Mexico. (He died on August 27, 2006 in a hospital in the Netherlands due to liver failure after a diabetes-induced coma.)


  Happy Birthday tomorrow to James Stidham ('57)!

  Happy Birthday this week to:

17 - Marilyn Payne Springfield ('66) of VA AND        My Oldest Granddaughter, Elizabeth Harty (Collinsville HS, IL - '12) of IL;

18 - Bill Queensberry ('57) AND Mary Ellen Brewer ('57);

19 - Dale Chestnut (Nakina HS, NC - '54) of VA,  Mannie Smith ('57) AND   Sylvia Midgett Mullins Brown ('70) of VA!

   Many Happy Returns, One and All!


   Hit #86,500 was made on Sunday, July 12, 2009 at 1:49 PM by someone in PA using who Googled, "newport news high school".

  From (Carolyn Frizzelle Hogge '61) of VA - 07/11/09 - "e-mail address":

My e-mail address has changed to _________________.


   Thanks, Carolyn, I've switched your addie in my files!

From Norris Perry (Warwick HS - '61) of VA - 07/11/09 - "Escort duty: GOT TO READ":


I just wanted to get the day over with and go down to Smokey's.  Sneaking a look at my watch, I saw the time, 1655.  Five minutes to go before the cemetery gates are closed for the day.  Full dress was hot in the August sun.   Oklahoma summertime was as bad as ever--the heat and humidity at the same level--both too high.
I saw the car pull into the drive, '69 or '70 model Cadillac Deville, looked factory-new.  It pulled into the parking lot at a snail's pace.  An old woman got out so slow I thought she was paralyzed; she had a cane and a sheaf of flowers--about four or five bunches as best I could tell.
I couldn't help myself.  The thought came unwanted, and left a slightly bitter taste:  'She's going to spend an hour, and for this old soldier, my hip hurts like hell and I'm ready to get out of here right now!'  But for this day, my duty was to assist anyone coming in.
Kevin would lock the 'In' gate and if I could hurry the old biddy along, we might make it to Smokey's in time.
I broke post attention.  My hip made gritty noises when I took the first step and the pain went up a notch.  I must have made a real military sight:  middle-aged man with a small pot gut and half a limp, in marine full-dress uniform, which had lost its razor crease about thirty minutes after I began the watch at the cemetery.
I stopped in front of her, halfway up the walk.  She looked up at me with an old woman's squint.
'Ma'am, may I assist you in any way?'
She took long enough to answer.
'Yes, son.  Can you carry these flowers?  I seem to be moving a tad slow these days.'
'My pleasure, ma'am.'  Well, it wasn't too much of a lie.
She looked again.  'Marine, where were you stationed?'
' Vietnam, ma'am.  Ground-pounder. '69 to '71.'
She looked at me closer.  'Wounded in action, I see.  Well done, Marine.  I'll be as quick as I can.'
I lied a little bigger:  'No hurry, ma'am.'
She smiled and winked at me.  'Son, I'm 85-years-old and I can tell a lie from a long way off. Let's get this done.  Might be the last time I can do this.  My name's Joanne Wieserman, and I've a few Marines I'd like to see one more time....'
'Yes, ma 'am.  At your service.'
She headed for the World War I section, stopping at a stone.  She picked one of the flowers out of my arm and laid it on top of the stone.  She murmured something I couldn't quite make out. The name on the marble was Donald S. Davidson, USMC: France 1918.
She turned away and made a straight line for the World War II section, stopping at one stone.  I saw a tear slowly tracking its way down her cheek.  She put a bunch on a stone; the name was Stephen X. Davidson, USMC, 1943.
She went up the row a ways and laid another bunch on a stone, Stanley J. Wieserman, USMC, 1944.
She paused for a second.  'Two more, son, and we'll be done'
I almost didn't say anything, but, 'Yes, ma'am.  Take your time.'
She looked confused. 'Where's the Vietnam section, son?  I seem to have lost my way.'
I pointed with my chin.  'That way, ma'am.'
'Oh!' she chuckled quietly.  'Son, me and old age ain't too friendly.' 
She headed down the walk I'd pointed at.  She stopped at a couple of stones before she found the ones she wanted.  She placed a bunch on Larry Wieserman, USMC, 1968, and the last on Darrel Wieserman, USMC, 1970.  She stood there and murmured a few words I still couldn't make out.
'OK, son, I'm finished.  Get me back to my car and you can go home.'
Yes, ma'am.  If I may ask, were those your kinfolk?' 
She paused. 'Yes, Donald Davidson was my father, Stephen was my uncle, Stanley was my husband, Larry and Darrel were our sons.  All killed in action, all marines.'
She stopped.  Whether she had finished, or couldn't finish, I don't know.  She made her way to her car, slowly and painfully.
I waited for a polite distance to come between us and then double-timed it over to Kevin, waiting by the car.
'Get to the 'Out' gate quick.  I have something I've got to do.'
Kevin started to say something, but saw the look I gave him.  He broke the rules to get us there down the service road.  We beat her.  She hadn't made it around the rotunda yet.
Kevin, stand at attention next to the gatepost.  Follow my lead.'  I humped it across the drive to the other post.
When the Cadillac came puttering around from the hedges and began the short straight traverse to the gate, I called in my best gunny's voice:  'TehenHut!  Present Haaaarms!'
I have to hand it to Kevin; he never blinked an eye--full dress attention and a salute that would make his DI proud.
She drove through that gate with two old worn-out soldiers giving her a send-off she deserved, for service rendered to her country, and for knowing duty, honor and sacrifice.
I am not sure, but I think I saw a salute returned from that Cadillac.
Instead of 'The End,' just think of 'Taps.'
As a final thought on my part, let me share a favorite prayer: 'Lord, keep our servicemen and women safe, whether they serve at home or overseas.  Hold them in your loving hands and protect them as they protect us.'
Let's all keep those currently serving and those who have gone before in our thoughts. They are the reason for the many freedoms we enjoy.

'In God We Trust.' 

Sorry about your monitor; it made mine blurry too! 

If we ever forget that we're one nation under God, then we will be a nation gone under!

   AMEN! Thank you so much, Norris!

    From Richard Dawes (NNHS / HHS - '62) of VA - 07/11/09 - "Larry's Proverbs":

Larry's Proverbs

1.A day without sunshine is like night.

2. On the other hand, you have different fingers.

3. 42.7 percent of all statistics are made up on the spot.

4. 99 percent of lawyers give the rest a bad name.

5. Remember, half the people you know are below average.

6. He who laughs last, thinks slowest.

7. Depression is merely anger without enthusiasm.

8. The early bird may get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese in the trap.

9. Support bacteria. They're the only culture most people have.

10. A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory.

11. Change is inevitable, except from vending machines.

12.. If you think nobody cares, try missing a couple of payments.

13. How many of you believe in psycho-kinesis? Raise my hand.

14. OK, so what's the speed of dark?

15. When everything is coming your way, you're in the wrong lane.

16.. Hard work pays off in the future. Laziness pays off now.

17. How much deeper would the ocean be without sponges?

18. Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines.

19. What happens if you get scared half to death, twice?

20.. Why do psychics have to ask you your name?

21. Inside every older person is a younger person wondering, 'What the heck happened?'

22. Just remember -- if the world didn't suck, we would all fall off.

23. Light travels faster than sound. That's why some people appear bright until you hear them speak.

24. Life isn't like a box of chocolates. It's more like a jar of jalapenos. What you do today, might burn your butt tomorrow.

   WILD GIGGLES! Thanks, Dicky!

     From Me ('65) of IL - 07/11/09 - "Watch Out! Watch Out for the Silly Bull!":

   I know it's hard for some of y'all to believe, but I spend a great deal of my time laughing hysterically.    Yes, it's true - and rarely more so than when my sister and my daughter and I used to run errands together down in Fayetteville.  On one such occasion, I was telling them the following story of the Silly Bull, and I was already well engrossed in laughing when after forty-eleven years the pun of the name finally dawned upon me, and the giggling became all but overwhelming as I realized I had never - no, not once - caught the drift before then.

   First, the history:

   Back in 1974 when my older boys were just little fellas, KETC, the St. Louis based PBS station, began running a children's show called The Letter People, designed to help them learn to read.  Up until the time when they modified it to become politically correct (thereby ruining it in the process), it was a great low budget production which held appeal for adults as well as teaching the children.  We were avid viewers, and the show was carried in the local elementary schools as well:

   One of our very favorite segments taught about "Words in Two Parts".  Based on the popular TV show, Kung Fu, "Little Chopper "drew on his training and experience in the "Temple of the Silly Bull" to teach "Iggy" how to break words into syllables.

   Recently,        My #5 Son, Nathaniel (Harty - Hillsboro HS, IL - '97 - of IL), discovered this beloved clip on YouTube, and posted it on his blog:

From - 06/28/09 - "The Letter People was good crap":

This show should have never been canceled, and I need them for foreign languages too.  Luckily, some people have uploaded segments.  Here are a few of them.  Watch, and weep for today’s children who never benefited from such fine programming. - Letter People - Mr. T
- "Watch Out! Watch Out for the Silly Bull!" by The Letter People

   So, as I said to my sister, you cannot possibly find a better way to spend 7-1/2 minutes today than by watching this classic video!

   Thanks, Faniel!

      From My Sister, Eleanor Buckley Nowitzky ('59) of NC - 07/11/09 - "Silly Bull":

I watched for six minutes trying to figure out why this was sent to me before I figured out we had discussed the Silly Bull many times. I finally got it. He is the syllable. Yes!  Now you shouldn't feel so bad. I knew the answer, but it still took me a loooong time to pick up on it. Bummer, Dude.

   I knew you'd like it! Thanks, Eleanor!

        From My #2 Son, Brent Harty (Hillsboro HS, IL - '90) of TX - 07/02/09 - "WW II posters :~ (#8 in a Series of 18)":

Thought you might like bh

  Some old fashioned  Patriotism.

I wonder whatever happened to this kind of thinking in America. I got a lump in my throat when I read this..  I "grew up" thinking: patriotism, it is the AMERICAN  way!  I am glad to see that somebody saved these. The statement at the end says it all!


These were our parents. What in God's name have we let happen to our Country? We were taught these values and then we let them die .....  I guess we are the last generation to see, or even remember anything like these? Whatever happened? Political correctness (or "re-education") happened, lack of God's name happened, lack of personal responsibility happened, lack of personal integrity and honesty happened, lack of respect and loyalty to our country happened, lack of being an American happened.

Brent Harty
"You may be whatever you resolve to be."  General Thomas "Stonewall" Jackson

   Oh, I DO like them! Thanks so much, Brent!


1.   From Jane Chambers of VA - 07/01/09 - "CNC BOOK BROCHURE & AD":

Attached is the two-sided brochure.... It has an order form on it. All former CNC students (whether or not they got a degree from CNC) can get the $5 alumni discount if they order the book with this form. They will need to write on the order form "alumni discount" and put $24.95 in the blank beside $29.95. They will have to pay S&H also and (if in Virginia) 5% Sales Tax.
Attached also is an ad we ran in the Daily Press, which lists places where the book can be bought in the Tidewater area. Except for the CNU bookstore, there is no discount price for these copies. However, buyers can get signed copies at all of these places EXCEPT the CNU Bookstore, which did not want signed copies.  Signed means signed by all 3 authors: Chambers, Hubbard, and Wood.

   Contact Dr. Chambers at

   Thanks, Jane!

2.        From Dave Spriggs ('64) of VA - 07/02/09 - "NNHS 64/45 REUNION PAGE UPDATES":


Attention all 1964 TYPHOONS:

If we have a current mailing address for you, then your 45th Reunion package was mailed to you on 23 June. In it you will find a letter detailing our plans for the reunion, a reservation form to be completed and returned to us no later than 1 September, and an input form for the 2009 Edition of the Old Rusty Anchor.

If you do not receive this package (or put it aside and misplace it - - yes, it happens), then you may find these same documents available to you on the NNHS web site at this address:

These documents are in Adobe PDF format. If you do not have the free Adobe Reader, you may download and install it from this address:

You may print out the forms, fill them in, and mail them to us WITH YOUR CHECK.

We look forward to seeing you at the Newport News Marriott City Center on October 9th and 10th … and at The Chamberlin for Sunday brunch.

Best wishes from your Class of 1964 45-Year Reunion Committee.

   Thank you, Captain!


From ArcaMax - 07/11/09:

Beer, eh

A Canadian is walking down the street with a case of beer under his arm.

His friend Doug stops him and asks, "Hey Bob! Whacha get the case of beer for?"

"I got it for my wife, eh." answers Bob.

"Oh!" exclaims Doug, "Good trade."


1. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, September 4, 5 and 6 (Labor Day Weekend), 2009 - The Class of 1969 will hold its 40-Year Reunion at the Point Plaza Hotel, Newport News, VA. For details, see: and contact Jean Baker Howell at - OPEN TO ALL NNHS ALUMNI

2. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, September 18, 19, and 20, 2009 - The Warwick High School Class of 1959 will hold its 50-Year Reunion at the Marriott Newport News at City Center, Newport News, VA. For details, contact - WHS CLASS OF 1959

3. Friday and Saturday, October 9 and 10, 2009 - The Class of 1964 will hold its 45-Year Reunion - For details, see: - CLASS OF 1964

4. Friday and Saturday, August 6 and 7, 2010 - The NNHS Class of 1970 will hold its 40-Year Reunion. Friday night they will all meet at RJ's; Saturday night will be at the Kiln Creek Golf & Country Club. For details, contact Carol Comer Cutler at - CLASS OF 1970

5. 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  kwitte@tampabay, - CLASS OF 1960

PRAYER ROLL: - updated 07/08/09

BLOG: - updated 01/09/09

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

                          Love to all, Carol





Carol Buckley Harty

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Nights in White Satin

Written by Justin Hayward, 1965
(b. 14 Oct 1946)

(The Moody Blues, 1967)

Nights in white satin, never reaching the end,
Letters I've written, never meaning to send.
Beauty I'd always missed with these eyes before.
Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore.

'Cos I love you, yes I love you, oh how I love you.

Gazing at people, some hand in hand,
Just what I'm going through they can't understand.
Some try to tell me, thoughts they cannot defend,
Just what you want to be, you will be in the end.

And I love you, yes I love you,
Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.

Nights in white satin, never reaching the end,
Letters I've written, never meaning to send.
Beauty I've always missed, with these eyes before.
Just what the truth is, I can't say anymore.

'Cos I love you, yes I love you,
Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.
'Cos I love you, yes I love you,
Oh how I love you, oh how I love you.

Breath deep
The gathering gloom
Watch lights fade
From every room
Bedsitter people
Look back and lament
Another day's useless
penny is spent

Impassioned lovers
Wrestle as one
Lonely man cries for love
And has none
New mother picks up
And suckles her son
Senior citizens
Wish they were young

Cold hearted orb
That rules the night
Removes the colours
From our sight
Red is gray and
Yellow white
But we decide
Which is right
Which is an Illusion

"Nights in White Satin" midi courtesy of - 07/06/09

"Nights in White Satin" lyrics courtesy of - 07/12/09

Image of "Nights in White Satin" courtesy of,,8rmp23j0-2,00.html - 07/12/09

White Pillow Divider Line clip art courtesy of somewhere within - some time ago

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

Collinsville High School (IL) Logo courtesy of - 09/22/07

Animated Guest Book clip art courtesy of - 03/07/06

Navy Seal clip art courtesy of - 05/29/06

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

Animated Dancing Snoopy courtesy of Billy Turner ('65) of TX - 11/26/08
Thanks, Billy Turner!

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!

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