07/15/07 - NNHS Newsletter
may endure for a night,
- Psalm 30: 5 (KJV)
Friends and Schoolmates,
Last week while I was talking with Sue Miller Dearnley ('64) of VA, she told me of her abiding belief that no matter how bad a day has been, no matter how great the pain it may have brought, after a night of sleep, with the first rays of sunlight, joy will come to you.
Thank you so much, Sue! This one's for you!
1. Kathy McDaniel Adams ('71) of VA - 07/14/07 - "Please add me to the list!":
I just discovered this site while looking for some info on Phoebus. I would like to be added to the list and I also give my permission to publish my email address as well; I graduated from NNHS in 1971.
Kathy McDaniel Adams
email address is firstname.lastname@example.org
Please let me know if you need any more information; this is a great site, I was very lucky to find it!
Kathy McDaniel Adams
We're glad you found us!
I added your name and email addie to my
mailing lists as well as to the (strangely named) Alumni Page:
..... If you'll send me your birth date, I'll add you to our Birthday Page as
Sure, Carol. My birthday is June 18, 1953.
Thanks so much for the additional info! I read through more of the site today and am really enjoying it!
Thanks again, Kathy! I'm glad you're enjoying yourself! I've added you to our Birthday Page as well:
17 - Marilyn Payne Springfield ('66)
19 - Dale Chestnut (Nakina HS, NC - '54) of VA
Many Happy Returns to you both!
From Roberta Hilsdon ('70) of GA - 07/13/07 - "In Memoriam Pages":
Will you please direct me to the memoriam page(s) for fallen Typhoons?
Sure, Lady! You start
with the Site Map:
Go about halfway down - look for the lavender print - or just click here:
There are pages for fifteen classes, but some are much more complete than others. There is also this link near the bottom of the Site Map:
This attempted to cover the deaths from mid 2000 to mid 2004.
I couldn't remember seeing one for our class (1970). Bobby Creekmore's (he was in our class) is in the 1969 page. What would it take to put one together for our class? I will do whatever you need to help you.
Thanks and as always thanks for all your hard work!!!
Get me a list and I'll start cranking one out - and move Bobby while I'm at it.
It won't have images or activities (unless you can find me those as well). We
can run their names through the Social Security Death index to find at least
some of the death dates. If you're aware of any of the causes of death, pass
those along as well. I certainly didn't want ignore them; I just didn't know
where to find that information.
It's up and running now with as much information as I have available (I think...). I just added Mozart's Requiem - Lacrimosa for the background music:
http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/memoriam70.html - brand new page
There are more - I'll get more info to you.
Thanks SO much!!!
Thanks for the nudge, Lady!
From Gary Fitzgerald ('61) of VA - 07/13/07 - "RE: Jody Turner Brinkley":
There was a Jody Turner in the class of '61; she ended up in Norfolk.
Oh, THAT Jody Turner! Thanks, Gary! (See, I told y'all I was gonna feel like an idiot!)
From Joe Madagan ('57) of FL - 07/13/07 - "Website Home Page Hit":
Late Thursday night I gave Phyllis Shinn ('61) of NC the link to the website. If it was a Triad.rr address that hit the magic number, then it was probably Phyllis. She just had her email set up last week, and wanted to visit the site.
Unfortunately, we'll never know, because I have to check the stats within ten
hits of the Magic Number, and I didn't check them until the count was already at
Sure wish I could attend the upcoming function to honor Coach Nuttycombe. I remember when he came to Newport News. He and Bitsy, and baby Chuck, driving his 1956 Chevrolet. He commuted on weekends until he could bring his wife and son to Newport News, VA and he stayed awake while driving by wiping a wet wash cloth on his face. He was one of the most patient swimming instructors that I had the pleasure of working with at the Municipal Pool, and during his long career as a teacher and coach, he greatly influenced many a young student in a very positive manner. He was fast as greased lightning when he appeared on the scene.
For a glimpse of the very young Coach, check out Our Old Stomping Grounds and click on World War II Memorial Municipal Pool.
Joe Madagan ('57) of FL
And as a bonus, you'll find images of a very young Joe Madagan - a.k.a. "Adonis" - as well! Thanks, Joe! I posted this on Coach Nuttycombe's page:
From Evelyn Fryer Fish ('58) of TX to Dave Spriggs ('64) of VA - 07/07/07:
I have often wondered if you were related to
the Linkous family that I knew well as a young girl. Now I know from reading
your Mother's obituary. I am so sorry for your loss.
When I was growing up in Stuart Gardens, my next door neighbors were Carol and Tommy Linkous. At that time they did not have children (but later had a child by the name of Debbie). I did not have a mother growing up, and Carol was definitely my surrogate mother - I loved her dearly - she made clothes for me at Easter, she showed me how to cook and set the table - they took me on vacations with them. They gave me my only bike. She gave me the only birthday party that I ever had at her house when I was 12 years old. From the time I was 8 until around 18, she was my "Mother." The first funeral I ever attended was for Tommy's mother. They took me to my first wedding for a relative of theirs. Harold had a daughter named Harriet who was my friend. I would love to know the address and telephone numbers of Debbie and Harriet. Could you help me on this? I was living in Blacksburg when I was married to Bucky (Keller - '58) at the time of Carol's death - she died so young - I don't think that I ever overcame that void.
Evelyn Fryer (Keller) Fish of Fort Worth, TX
Thank you, Evelyn. I forwarded your note to Dave. I remember this thread from last year. You'll find his earlier reply in this Newsletter:
From Dave Spriggs ('64) of VA to Evelyn Fryer Fish ('58) of TX - 07/13/07 - "Linkous Family":
I can state without fear of contradiction that I am related to each and every Linkous/Linkes/Linkus/Lincus/et.al., wherever you may find them ... except for those who acquired the name by marriage.
|The surname (LINKOUS) was created by a lawyer ca. 1822 when he wrote my great great great grandfather's will. You see, GGGGF was a German soldier who was captured at Saratoga NY while fighting for the British under General Burgoyne in the Revolution. He was NOT a Hessian; he WAS a Braunschweiger (or Brunswicker) born in Weissenborn-Luderode, Germany . His name was Heinrich Linckost, so you can understand what the lawyer heard phonetically and what he wrote down. And THAT is why I know that I am related to every Linkous in the world ... all 6,000+ of them at last count.|
|Linkous Family Home|
|Montgomery County VA|
Tommy Linkous (1907-1983) was the son of
my great uncle, John H. Means Linkous and his wife, Lillian Nancy Brookman. His
brothers, Jack and Harold survive; Jack came to my Mother's visitation and
Harold attended the burial. I am pretty sure that Harriet Linkous is still with
us. let me do some checking and get back to you.
There is a Debbie Linkous in Hampton; she is probably the "Debbie" you are looking for. You can find out for the price of a phone call.....
David A. Spriggs
son of Mildred Mae Linkous
daughter of James Preston Linkous
son of John Mitchell Hevy Linkous
son of Jacob Linkous
son of Henry Linkous (Heinrich Linckost) (b. 1744 Germany, d. 1822 Montgomery County VA)
son of Joachim Linckhorst
Thank you, David and Evelyn! I do love a good resolution!
I added this conversation to your mother's Memorial Newsletter, David:
From Sepi ("Dimples") Dinwiddie-Prichard ('58) of NC - 07/13/07 - "Happy Birthday":
Being a newcomer to the website (2 weeks) I did not know today was the Birthday of the newsletter that has brought such joy and delight to me in such a short time. Carol, thank you so much for making this possible. I have contacted and been contacted by people that I enjoyed immensely at NNHS but haven't heard from in years. What great fun to see the faces that bring back long ago memories when this world was more innocent and safe, and we laughed at the littlest thing making it funny even if it wasn't. I won't name you now because I am not through making contacts...there's more to come, folks.
I viewed with great interest the picture of
the girls basketball team of 1923 and wondered if Amanda Gray was THE Amanda
Gray that taught drama when I was in school, (Class of '58.) What a terrific
teacher. She had marvelous volumes of white hair and could make you cry when she
was reading a play. Not to be confused with Dorothy Crane, THE MISTRESS of drama
teachers. Dorothy and Helen Hayes had a summer stock theater in New England -
Happy Birthday to all of us that choose to participate in this wonderful newsletter, after all, anyone that went to NNHS Is terrific!!!
See you at the Beach in September.
"Dimples" (what kind of name is that for a grandmother?) Sepi Prichard
Carol - my first of many to come contributions for the newsletter.
WOWZERS! Great call, Sepi! Thanks so much!
That is indeed Miss Amanda Gray in that basketball team photo that Christine Wilson Starkman ('68) of VA found for us!
The image is now also posted on Miss Gray's page:
Thanks, Lady! I had great fun talking on the phone with you again this evening!
From Ron Miller ('59) of NC - 07/13/07:
Carol -- since there was an item on Coach Nuttycombe being honored again this coming August 1, do you think you can find the info & pictures I sent you back around the first of the year, about his induction into the National Track Coaches Hall of Fame? I think everyone would find that of interest when you get a chance to post it.
GASP!!! I am so sorry, Ron! I was so very ill in February when you sent this, I literally couldn't figure out how to process all this. By the time I was well, I forgot all about it.
From Ron Miller ('59) of NC - 02/25/07:
Hi Carol -- I knew about this when it happened, but like a doofus forgot to
email the news to you for inclusion in the newsletter. So here it is, better
late than never!
Coach Nuttycombe received a well deserved honor in November 2005 when he was inducted into the National Track and Field Coaches Hall of Fame!! He joined a glittering list of many coaches of national, olympic, and international reknown.
He was nominated by Ron Garner, a 1975 (?) Ferguson HS graduate, who himself coached track & field at the college level for many years. Garner was at the ceremony, and said that Coach Nuttycombe was quite humbled and emotional. One of his sons, Eddie, (who may be an NNHS grad ??, but I think he was a Menchville grad) was the presenter.
I have enclosed 4 photos of the ceremony, and you may see a brief bio on the following link on the Association's website:
There is a chance there may be a video of the ceremony. I'll do some checking and see if there is, so you can put it on your NNHS website also.
From Ron Miller ('59) of NC - 03/01/07:
I checked, but unfortunately,
there's no known video of Coach Nuttycombe's Hall of Fame induction.
One further note: his is indeed a singular honor -- he is the only high school coach in the Hall.
Thank you so much, Ronnie! I posted all the above on Mr. Nuttycombe's page very early Saturday morning - just as if it had been there for all these months:
From Paul Dobie ('66) of CO and DC - 07/13/07 - "RE: 07/13/07 - Let's Hang On":
What a great surprise today and such a great way to start the weekend.
Just think we all still have that love between us to continue to stay in touch.
Wishing you a great weekend.
Thanks, Sweetie! It is all quite remarkable and grand, isn't it?!?
From Glenn Dye ('60) of TX - 07/14/07:
I HAVE A QUESTION TO THROW OUT TO THE READERS. BACK IN THE LATE 50's OR MAYBE IN THE 60's THERE WERE A COUPLE OF GUYS IN THE AREA OF NEWPORT NEWS WHO CAME OUT WITH A SONG. THE WORDS WENT SOMETHING LIKE THIS:
I KNOW WHY THEY'RE LONELY,
I KNOW WHY THEY'RE BLUE,
I KNOW WHY DREAMERS CRY
'CAUSE I'M A DREAMER, TOO.
THESE GUYS HAD A SOUND LIKE THE EVERLY BROTHERS. I THINK THEIR NAMES WERE GARY CHURCH AND WAYNE BECKLY. IF ANYONE REMEMBERS THEM AND KNOW WHERE A COPY OF THE SONG WOULD BE, I WOULD LIKE TO GET A COPY. I THINK IT WAS OUT ON A 45 RPM.
GLENN DYE 60 TYPHOON ALWAYS
That's a stumper for me, Glenn - Thanks!
From My Friend, Judy, of IL - 07/14/07 - "Dad and Cheyenne":
Dad and Cheyenne
"Watch out! You nearly broad-sided that car!" My father yelled at me. "Can't you do anything right?" Those words hurt worse than blows. I turned my head toward the elderly man in the seat beside me, daring me to challenge him. A lump rose in my throat as I averted my eyes. I wasn't prepared for another battle.
"I saw the car, Dad. Please don't yell at me when I'm driving." My voice was measured and steady, sounding far calmer than I really felt. Dad glared at me, then turned away and settled back.
At home I left Dad in front of the television and went outside. To collect my thoughts. Dark, heavy clouds hung in the air with a promise of rain. The rumble of distant thunder seemed to echo my inner turmoil. What could I do about him?
Dad had been a lumberjack in Washington and Oregon. He had enjoyed being outdoors and had reveled in pitting his strength against the forces of nature. He had entered grueling lumberjack competitions, and had placed often. The shelves in his house were filled with trophies that attested to his prowess.
The years marched on relentlessly. The first time he couldn't lift a heavy log, he joked about it; but later that same day I saw him outside alone, straining to lift it. He became irritable whenever anyone teased him about his advancing age, or when he couldn't do something he had done as a younger man.
Four days after his sixty-seventh birthday, he had a heart attack. An ambulance sped him to the hospital while a paramedic administered CPR to keep blood and oxygen flowing.
At the hospital, Dad was rushed into an operating room. He was lucky; he survived. But something inside Dad died. His zest for life was gone. He obstinately refused to follow doctors orders. Suggestions and offers of help were turned aside with sarcasm and insults. The number of visitors thinned, then finally stopped altogether. Dad was left alone.
My husband, Rick, and I asked Dad to come live with us on our small farm. We hoped the fresh air and rustic atmosphere would help him adjust. Within a week after he moved in, I regretted the invitation. It seemed nothing was satisfactory. He criticized everything I did. I became frustrated and moody. Soon I was taking my pent-up anger out on Rick. We began to bicker and argue.
Alarmed, Rick sought out our pastor and explained the situation. The clergyman set up weekly counseling appointments for us. At the close of each session he prayed, asking God to soothe Dad's troubled mind. But, the months wore on and God was silent.
A raindrop struck my cheek. I looked up into the gray sky. Somewhere up there was "God." Although I believe a Supreme Being had created the universe, I had difficulty believing that God cared about the tiny human beings on this earth. I was tired of waiting for a God who did not answer.
Something had to be done and it was up to me to do it. The next day I sat down with the phone book and methodically called each of the mental health clinics listed in the Yellow Pages. I explained my problem in vain to each of the sympathetic voices that answered.
Just when I was giving up hope, one of the voices suddenly exclaimed, "I just read something that might help you! Let me go get the article." I listened as she read. The article described a remarkable study done at a nursing home. All of the patients were under treatment for chronic depression. Yet their attitudes had improved dramatically when they were given responsibility for a dog.
I drove to the animal shelter that afternoon. After I filled out a questionnaire, a uniformed officer led me to the kennels. The odor of disinfectant stung my nostrils as I moved down the row of pens. Each contained five to seven dogs. Long-haired dogs, curly-haired dogs, black dogs, spotted dogs - all jumped up, trying to reach me. I studied each one but rejected one after the other for various reasons, too big, too small, too much hair. As I neared the last pen a dog in the shadows of the far corner struggled to his feet, walked to the front of the run and sat down. It was a pointer, one of the dog world's aristocrats. But this was a caricature of the breed. Years had etched his face and muzzle with shades of gray. His hipbones jutted out in lopsided triangles. But it was his eyes that caught and held my attention. Calm and clear, they beheld me unwaveringly. I pointed to the dog. "Can you tell me about him?" The officer looked, then shook his head in puzzlement. "He's a funny one ~ Appeared out of nowhere and sat in front of the gate. We brought him in, figuring someone would be right down to claim him. That was two weeks ago and we've heard nothing. His time is up tomorrow." He gestured helplessly.
As the words sank in I turned to the man in horror. "You mean you're going to kill him?" "Ma'am," he said gently, "that's our policy. We don't have room for every unclaimed dog."
I looked at the pointer again. The calm brown eyes awaited my decision. "I'll take him," I said. I drove home with the dog on the front seat beside me. When I reached the house I honked the horn twice. I was helping my prize out of the car when Dad shuffled onto the front porch.
"Ta-da! Look what I got for you, Dad!" I said excitedly. Dad looked, then wrinkled his face in disgust. "If I had wanted a dog I would have gotten one. And I would have picked out a better specimen than that bag of bones. Keep it! I don't want it." Dad waved his arm scornfully and turned back toward the house.
Anger rose inside me. It squeezed together my throat muscles and pounded into my temples. "You'd better get used to him, Dad. He's staying!" Dad ignored me. "Did you hear me, Dad?" I screamed.!!!!
At those words Dad whirled angrily, his hands clenched at his sides, his eyes narrowed and blazing with hate. We stood glaring at each other like duelists, when suddenly the pointer pulled free from my grasp. He wobbled toward my dad and sat down in front of him. Then slowly, carefully, he raised his paw. Dad's lower jaw trembled as he stared at the uplifted paw. Confusion replaced the anger in his eyes. The pointer waited patiently. Then Dad was on his knees hugging the animal.
It was the beginning of a warm and intimate friendship. Dad named the pointer Cheyenne. Together he and Cheyenne explored the community. They spent long hours walking down dusty lanes. They spent reflective moments on the banks of streams, angling for tasty trout. They even started to attend Sunday services together, Dad sitting in a pew and Cheyenne lying quietly at his feet.
Dad and Cheyenne were inseparable throughout the next three years. Dad's bitterness faded, and he and Cheyenne made many friends.
Then late one night I was startled to feel Cheyenne's cold nose burrowing through our bed covers. He had never before come into our bedroom at night.
I woke Rick, put on my robe and ran into my father's room. Dad lay in his bed, his face serene; but his spirit had left quietly sometime during the night.
Two days later my shock and grief deepened when I discovered Cheyenne lying dead beside Dad's bed. I wrapped his still form in the rag rug he had slept on. As Rick and I buried him near a favorite fishing hole, I silently thanked the dog for the help he had given me in restoring Dad's peace of mind.
The morning of Dad's funeral dawned overcast and dreary. This day looks like the way I feel, I thought, as I walked down the aisle to the pews reserved for family. I was surprised to see the many friends Dad and Cheyenne had made filling the church.
The pastor began his eulogy. It was a tribute to both Dad and the dog who had changed his life. And then the pastor turned to Hebrews 13:2. "Be not forgetful to entertain strangers..." "I've often thanked God for sending that angel," he said.
For me, the past dropped into place, completing a puzzle that I had not seen before: the sympathetic voice that had just read the right article ~Cheyenne's unexpected appearance at the animal shelter ~ His calm acceptance and complete devotion to my father ~ and the proximity of their deaths. And suddenly I understood. I knew that God had answered my prayers after all.
~by Catherine Moore~
Life is too short for drama & petty things,
so kiss slowly, laugh insanely,
Love truly and forgive quickly.
(Sniffing and wiping my eyes) Thank you, Judy!
From Steve Veazey ('60) of VA - 07/11/07:
Carol, dearest of the Dear, our Peninsula Sports
Club is holding a special night for ex-NNHS/Menchville HS coach Charley
Nuttycombe and we desperately need a method of spreading the word. Your web site
might be the best of ways to do so.
Please, capture/reformat/re-do the following and post as a SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT – MILESTONE AWARD on NNHS65:
SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT – MILESTONE AWARD
The Peninsula Sports Club honors
NNHS and Menchville HS
Coach Charley Nuttycombe
Many, many thanks to you, Carol.
Steve Veazey NNHS ‘60
Oh, Steve, how exciting! It'll be carried on all the Newsletters between now and then. It's also posted on the main page of the site, as well as Coach Nuttycombe's page:
. Thanks, Sweetie!
From Marty Whitmore McCoy ('67) of VA to Terry Seay ('67) of TN - 06/29/07 - "Looking for NNHS - class of 67":
If anybody has any contact information on the
following- please let me know....Melissa is sending out letters with a form for
you to return for the upcoming Reunion and we need to contact the following:
Frances Artman Shelton
Tanya Colleen Back Culp
Bradford Michael Bethea
Karen Kay Bost Jessup - I have sent her an email
Cathy Lee Crocker Kinzler
James Norman Dinwiddie - I sent him an email
Billy Conn Fox
Jerry Wayne Garrison
Robert Edward Howell - We called him Rocky
Colleen James Cole
Cloid Kenneth Jordan
Patrick Jude O'Brien
Eugene Leroy Price
Judith Ellen Salken
Kenneth J. Schwartz
James Clifton Wright
Thanks & hope to see you all soon for the BIG 40 !! :-) Marty
From Terry Seay ('67) of TN - 07/01/07 -
"Looking for NNHS - class of 67":
We are searching for classmates for our upcoming
reunion during Labor Day weekend ... can you help?
Contact Marty McCoy at email@example.com.
I think we can do that, Terry! I'll call Marty soon - really, I will - and make another page or two for your Reunion, and then we'll try to hunt these Sweetie-Pies down for you. I'm pretty sure at least one or two of them should be a piece of cake!
Thanks, Terry - and Marty!
And by the way, the world still wants to know: Will this be an open reunion?
And what were your class colors and flowers?
From Karrin Williams Frankie (Warwick HS - '61) of VA - 06/26/07 - "Calling all Riverside Hospital Graduates":
I just received this email
from a high school classmate to pass on. Please pass onto anyone you think might
be a nurse or knows someone so they can have a great reunion. With so many
people moving or getting married or re-married after graduation, it is hard to
find everyone and emailing is a wonderful tool.
I know you have access
to other classes besides our own. We are trying to let as many people know about
our reunion as possible. Please forward this if it is not too much trouble.
Riverside School of Professional Nursing is having a Grand Reunion of all classes July 21 and July 22, 2007. There will be a luncheon on Saturday and a tour of the new school campus. Saturday night is open for the individual classes to meet. Sunday there will be a family picnic in NN Park, Jefferson Avenue near Ft. Eustis.
If you are a graduate or know someone who is, please help us get the word out so as many as possible will know and be able to attend. e-mail response or questions to:
You can also e-mail me.
Judy Ring Whitehead
Thanks, Karrin! We always try to promote any and any reunions to help insure their success, as I've come to believe they are more important than we ever realized. I've also added this listing to our "Dates to Remember" below.
DATES TO REMEMBER:
1. Saturday and Sunday, July 21 - 22, 2007 -RIVERSIDE SCHOOL OF PROFESSIONAL NURSING GRAND REUNION OF ALL CLASSES
2. Thursday, July 26, 3007 - Last day to RSVP to Peninsula Sports Club for Coach Charley Nuttycombe's Milestone Award
3. Wednesday, August 1, 2007 - Peninsula Sports Club's Milestone Award for Coach Charley Nuttycombe's
4. Thursday, August 2, 2007, 11:00 AM - Class of 1955 Lunch Bunch - Angelo's Steak and Pancake Restaurant on J. Clyde Morris Boulevard - OPEN TO ALL WITH FRIENDS IN CLASS OF 1955
5. Saturday, August 4, 2007 - Typhoon Informal Reunion - NNHS CLASS OF 1960
6. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, August 31 - September 2, 2007 - NNHS CLASS OF 1967
7. Thursday, September 6, 2007, 11:00 AM - Class of 1955 Lunch Bunch - Angelo's Steak and Pancake Restaurant on J. Clyde Morris Boulevard -OPEN TO ALL WITH FRIENDS IN CLASS OF 1955
8. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, September 7 - 9, 2007 - NNHS CLASS OF 1957
9. Saturday, September 29, 2007 - Evelyn Fryer Fish's (Pot Luck) Birthday Party for All of Us - OPEN TO ALL
10. Thursday, October 4, 2007, 11:00 AM - Class of 1955 Lunch Bunch - Angelo's Steak and Pancake Restaurant on J. Clyde Morris Boulevard - OPEN TO ALL WITH FRIENDS IN CLASS OF 1955
11. Saturday, October 6, 2007 - Reunion -NNHS CLASSES OF 1941 AND 1942
12. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, October 12 - 13, 2007 - NNHS CLASS OF 1962; FRIDAY NIGHT OPEN TO NNHS CLASSES OF 1960 - 1965
13. Thursday, November 1, 2007, 11:00 AM - Class of 1955 Lunch Bunch - Angelo's Steak and Pancake Restaurant on J. Clyde Morris Boulevard - OPEN TO ALL WITH FRIENDS IN CLASS OF 1955
14. Thursday, December 6, 2007, 11:00 AM - Class of 1955 Lunch Bunch - Angelo's Steak and Pancake Restaurant on J. Clyde Morris Boulevard - OPEN TO ALL WITH FRIENDS IN CLASS OF 1955
15. 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:
As these five messages were consuming so much space on each Newsletter, I've decided just to publish the NEXT upcoming reunion on each Newsletter:
The NNHS Class of 1960
will hold a
Typhoon Informal Reunion
on Saturday, August 4th, 2007, at 3:00 PM at the Beach home of Mary Ann Edwards Elliot,
Afternoon into evening beach party with covered dish dinner
$15.00 per person
For information/reservations, please contact:
AND CHECK THIS WEB PAGE FOR THE LATEST INFORMATION - 04/02/07:
From Richard Dawes (NNHS/HHS - '62) of VA - 07/11/07 - "Magazine Ads of yesteryear - #3 in a Series of 8 or 9":
Thought you might like these.
Great old Ads. Although, the last one is questionable for this forum.
WILD GIGGLES!!! Thanks, Dicky!
There's much more to come - next time!
Y'all take care of each other! TYPHOONS FOREVER! We'll Always Have Buckroe!
Love to all, Carol
NNHS CLASS OF '65 WEB SITE:
PERSONAL WEB SITE: http://www.angelfire.com/weird2/cluckmeat
Carol Buckley Harty
219 Four Ply Lane
Fayetteville, NC 29311-9305
Joy Comes in the Morning
If you've knelt beside the rubble
Of an aching broken heart
When the things you gave your life to
You're not the first to be acquainted
With sorrow, grief or pain
But the master promised sunshine
Hold on my child
Joy comes in the morning
Weeping only lasts for the night
Hold on my child
Joy comes in the morning
The darkest hour means dawn
Is just in sight
To invest your seed of trust in God
In mountains you can't move
You have risked your life on things
You can not prove
But to give the things you can not keep
For what you can not lose
Is the way to find the joy
God has for you
Hold on my child
Joy comes in the morning
Weeping only lasts for the night
Hold on my child
Joy comes in the morning
The darkest hour means dawn
Is just in sight
"Joy Comes in the Morning" midi courtesy of http://www.wtv-zone.com/Mary/MyGospelMidiPage/MyGospelMidiPage.html - 07/10/07
"Joy Comes in the Morning" lyrics courtesy of http://forum.manueladam.com/viewtopic.php?t=559 - 07/10/07
“Joy Comes in the Morning” Card Image courtesy of http://jesuschristblog.blog.com/2007/3/ - 07/15/07
Rising Sun Divider Line clip art courtesy of http://www.wtv-zone.com/nevr2l82/bars9.html - 04/11/05
Animated "NEW" clip art courtesy of http://gifsnow.com/ - 03/07/06
Birthday Cake clip art courtesy of
Sarah Puckett Kressaty ('65) of
VA - 08/31/05
Thanks, Sarah Sugah!
Marine Corps Seal clip art
- one of my
Marines who served in the South Pacific during WWII.
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
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