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09/03/07 - NNHS Newsletter -
Happy Labor Day!

"Labor was the first price, the original purchase-money that was paid for all things. 
It was not by gold or by silver, but by labor, that all wealth of the world
was originally purchased. "

- Adam Smith
(1723-1790)

Dear Friends and Schoolmates, 

   This event repeats every year - to one degree or other:

http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/09-06-04-NNHS-Happy-Labor-Day.html

http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/09-05-05-NNHS-Happy-Labor-Day.html

http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/09-04-06-NNHS-Happy-Labor-Day.html

    Be sure to click on that "Happy Labor Day!" link above!




"The day for which the toilers in past centuries looked forward, when their rights and their wrongs would be discussed... that the workers of our day may not only lay down their tools of labor for a holiday, but upon which they may touch shoulders in marching phalanx and feel the stronger for it."

- Samuel Gompers (26 Jan 1850 - 13 Dec 1924)

"Sometimes it's important to work for that pot of gold. But other times it's essential to take time off and to make sure that your most important decision in the day simply consists of choosing which color to slide down on the rainbow."

- Douglas Pagels, These Are the Gifts I'd Like to Give to You
 

 



UPCOMING BIRTHDAYS :

   Happy Birthday this week to:

05 -   Donna Marie Vest Hagerman ('71) of VA - 1953  AND         Nathaniel Harty (Hillsboro High, IL - '97) of IL - 1979; 06 -   Sarah Puckett Kressaty ('65) of VA - 1947; 08 -   Gary Fitzgerald ('61) of VA - 1943  AND    Cheryl Pless Ramsey ('64) of VA - 1946;  AND  09 -   Wayne DeBerry ('65) of VA - 1947!

   Many Happy Returns to One and All!

http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/Happy-Birthday.html

   Y'all be sure to take a look at that page.  How are we going to wish you a happy birthday (or in the case of my coo-coo brain, forget to wish you a happy birthday) if we don't know when it is?!?  Thanks!



  From Al Farber ('64) of GA - 08/29/07 - "Labor Day":

  Where did the SUMMER go? 
 Time just goesWhen you're having Fun or Just Getting Older ..
Hope all have a GOOD  Weekend..

..Typhoons Forever...Al  

 

   Well, Al, I'm always running two weeks behind or so, so I hadn't noticed that it's ending today!  Or maybe I'll just go with the autumnal equinox and keep celebrating!

   Thanks so much for the happy Pict-o-gram!



From TIPS for Extraordinary Living! - Written & Published by Philip E. Humbert, PhD - 09/02/07:

Visit our website at: http://www.philiphumbert.com 

The One-Minute TIP

Most Americans will spend this holiday weekend escaping from work. We'll play and laugh, relax with friends, do almost anything except "work." But I hope you'll also take a moment over the weekend to give thanks for the work you do. Your creative work makes a contribution to this small planet. In some small way, each of us contributes our energy, our talent, our skill to making life better, and I suspect that's how God intended it.

   I myself am certainly thankful for the "work" that I do!

Quotes of the Week

"Everyone has a talent. What is rare is the courage to follow the talent to the dark place where it leads."
                                          -- Erica Jong

"Inspiration grows into full-scale creation through persistence and imagination."
                                          -- Carol Lloyd

"We have to do the best we can. This is our sacred human responsibility."
                                          -- Albert Einstein

"Work and play are the same. When you're following your energy and doing what you want all the time, the distinction between work and play dissolves."
                                          -- Shakti Gawai



     From Me ('65) of NC - 09/03/07:

   Thank y'all so much for all the nice cards and goodies you sent for my birthday!  Child that I am, I always delight in such surprises!

   And speaking of surprises,   Marty Whitmore McCoy ('67) of VA  and the Class of 1967 Reunion Committee made me an offer I could not refuse, so practically on the spur of the moment,    Paul (Harty - Bardolph HS - '61 - of NC) and I ran up to Newport News early Friday afternoon to celebrate the passing of the last 40 years with them.  What a fabulous time we had! Thank you so very much!

   Obviously, I will soon have scads of images to share with y'all, but I'm still trying to play "catch-up" from last week, so try to be patient with me.

   On the down side, I was saddened to see more names of the dearly departed from their class listed in their reunion booklet than I knew, so I'm in the process of updating that page now.  The names but not the images have already been added:

http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/SITE-MAP.html

     http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/memoriam-all.html

          http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/memoriam67.html



       From Dave Spriggs ('64) of VA - 09/02/07 - "Artifacts":

Cleaning out the home of a deceased parent can be a sad experience. Then again, it can be one of serendipitous discovery.

Without further ado ......

   David, I know that must have been a very difficult experience for you, but oh, WOWZERONI-RINI-ROONI!!!  What a treasure!

 
Class of June 1938 Senior Pennant
belonging to Mildred Linkous Spriggs
 

  I posted it on Odds and Ends:

http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/SITE-MAP.html

     http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/oddsends.html - I did a little work on that page while I was there.....

   Thank you so much, Captain!



    From Terry Seay ('67) of TN - 09/02/07 - "You'll like this...since you are closer to 60 than I am!":

http://www.bentbay.dk/in_oldDays.html

   Ah, yes, sixty years plus four days now - rub it in, Sweetie! 

   I do like this - and I do remember all this - and more! Thanks, Terry!



  From My Niece, Shari, of VA - 09/03/07 - "WARN AS MANY PEOPLE AS YOU CAN!!! ":

VIRUS WARNING!!!
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If you receive an email entitled "Bedtimes," delete it IMMEDIATELY!

Do not open it.

Apparently this one is a pretty nasty computer virus.

It will not only erase everything on your hard drive, but it will also delete anything on disks within 20 feet of your computer.

It demagnetizes the strips on ALL of your credit cards.

It reprograms your ATM access code, messes up the tracking on your VCR, and uses subspace field harmonics to scratch any CD's you attempt to play.

It will program your phone's auto dial to call only 1-900 numbers.

This virus will mix antifreeze into your fish tank.

IT WILL CAUSE YOUR TOILET TO FLUSH WHILE YOU ARE SHOWERING.

It will drink ALL your soda.

FOR PETE'S SAKE, ARE YOU LISTENING?

It will leave dirty underwear on the coffee table when you are expecting company.

It will replace your shampoo with Nair and your Nair with Rogaine.

If the "Bedtimes" message opens in a Windows 95/98/XP environment, it will leave the toilet seat up and leave your hair dryer plugged in dangerously close to tags from your mattresses and pillows.  It will also re-fill your skim milk with whole milk.

WARN AS MANY PEOPLE AS YOU CAN!!!

And if you don't send this to 125 people in 60 seconds, you'll pass gas so hard that your right leg will spasm and shoot straight out in front of you, sending sparks that will ignite the person nearest you.

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~ Mountain Wings

   WILD GIGGLES!!!  Thanks, Shari!



  From My Niece, Shari, of VA - 09/03/07 - "Nice Stories & Please Read Request":

I'm attempting to get my house and yard in pre-season order (power washing, blacktopping, weather proofing, pruning trees and bushes and some extremely late Spring cleaning, etc.), so as such this week won't be much of a computer week, for me.

My copy of Office Enerterprise 2007 came in. In researching the ifs about it, it has me a little concerned. IF you have that version of this newer version of Office would you PLEASE drop me a line and tell me if you do or don't like it and any problems you've may have encountered.

Here are some nice stories and hope you have a wonderful week!

 
                                                                              Happy Labor Day,
                                                                                                                Shari
 
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http://www.flicklife.com/534ea2619ca03b5649af/Window_Washer_Interupts_News.html

Window Washer Interrupts The News. (funny)
 
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http://www.ugoto.com/video_giant-snake-in-the-toilet-prank.html
Giant snake prank.. or the heart attack prank.
(A word of caution there are a few shower scenes & although you can't see anything since it's blurred wanted to make you aware in advance.) This would freak most anyone out.
 
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http://www.cbs46.com/news/14023650/detail.html
 
In the aww, category. Always nice to read about somebody with a soft heart. (Stone)
 
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The Masterpiece


If you think Mona Lisa is stunning,
you should look at my masterpiece.
Look in the Mirror.
~ God ~
 
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I Only Wanted A Break

Totally exhausted after a day of chasing goats, chickens, ducks, geese, dogs and cats, and three preschool children, I dropped into my lazy boy chair. I had no sooner dozed off when the six school-aged children burst in from school, all tumbling over each other, trying to be the first to tell me about their day. Usually I welcomed their enthusiasm, but today I just wished the whole world would vanish, and take me with it. It had been one of those days!

I closed my eyes, trying hard not to let the tears escape. I wanted to shout at the children, tell then to "shut up!" But I didn't have to. Lucile, the oldest girl, was a very softhearted, caring child, too grown-up for her twelve years. She saw my distress and asked, "Mom? What's wrong?"

It was then the tears really came. And you could have heard a pin drop. The children all clambered around me, concern showing in their eyes.

Being only twenty-eight, and having nine children was sometimes a bit much. If I had acquired the children in the usual manner, I might have become gradually used to the idea. But then I would have been older than twenty-eight. The children were all foster children, ranging in age from four to fourteen. The responsibility and work was sometimes overwhelming.

Lucile dropped her schoolbooks on the table and made me a cup of tea. The little ones had climbed onto my lap, while the others just stood staring at me. Soon, the cup of tea helping, I gained my composure, letting out a big sigh.

James looked at me and said, "Mom? Did we do something wrong?"

"No," I said, a smile struggling to my lips. "I'm just exhausted. It's all right. Some day when you have children of your own you'll understand."

"Do you wish you didn't have us?" four-year-old Van, the youngest, wanted to know. He'd been especially trying that day, and perhaps his conscience was bothering him.

"Of course I don't wish I didn't have you," I replied, pulling him close. "But sometimes mommies just get tired. Sometimes mommies wish they could have a break. But I'm okay now. Come and help get supper."

A week later school broke for the summer. And now, instead of three children around all day, I had nine. We lived on acreage, and there was always plenty to do. We had made a rule that the children would work for a couple of hours each morning; then the afternoon they were free to do as they pleased.

We had a number of bantam hens. Bantams have a habit of laying eggs wherever they choose. Because of their great flying ability, we found it impossible to keep these little chickens penned up. So the children made it their job to go find the bantie eggs. But one day two of the boys got a surprise. They found a nest of six eggs, hidden from view by some tall grass. Half on, and half off the nest, lay a dead hen. All excited, the boys came running to me, asking if they could bring the eggs in and try to incubate them. They were both in the fifth grade at school, and had learned about how baby chickies were hatched--not born, like kittens. James, a few months older than Don, explained that he was sure that the mother hen had just died, because she was still warm. I went with them to where the eggs were, examining them.

I became as excited as the boys. Yes! I thought to myself. This would make a great summer project, even if no chickies resulted. But I wanted to make sure that it would not be just another start-and-quit thing, so I said, "Okay, I am going to let you try this. But on one condition. If you start this project, you must finish it. I don't want to hear you complaining in a few days that you are tired of it and want to quit."

The boys assured me that they would see it to its completion. I helped them gather the equipment: a box for nesting, a couple of hot water bottles, a calendar to keep track of the incubation days. Of course, that would just be a guess, as we had no idea when the dead hen had begun sitting on the eggs.

The boys set the water bottles into the box on top of the heating pad, covered them with a cloth, and nestled the eggs in. Faithfully for days, they checked the water bottle temperature, and turned the eggs, often getting up in the night to make sure the eggs were all right. At about the fifteenth day they became impatient. They saw the other children go off to the slough for a swim, but they wouldn't go. Their chicks might hatch while they were gone. Even though I assured them that it would be all right for them to go off for a couple of hours, they refused. They were sticking to their promise of seeing this thing to its completion.

I really couldn't determine how many eggs would hatch, if any. After examining them several times when the boys weren't around, I had decided that only two of the six showed any sign of development, although I had my doubts about even them. I didn't voice my opinion to Don or James, however, as I wasn't sure, and because I did not want to dampen their enthusiasm. A few more days went by, and the boys were beginning to give up hope. I never saw such dejected looking faces in all my life.

The next morning, however, two excited boys came rushing from their bedroom, into the kitchen, "Mom! Mom! Come look. I think some chickies are starting to come out."

I looked. Two tiny "pips" appeared on two of the eggs. The boys each picked up an egg. For an hour or so they held those eggs in their hands, watching as two tiny beaks chipped away at the shells. All the children stood around, watching the process. The younger ones wanted James and Don to help the little chickies out, but James, being the smarter of the two boys, said, "No! That's not nature's way. I've been reading about it. They can't be hurried."

Suddenly the egg James was holding cracked further. He became so excited that he nearly dropped it. And then it was Don's turn to become excited, except that Don was a rather stoical child, and kept his emotions bottled up. He just stood there, holding his egg, with the broadest smile I had ever seen on his face.

I placed a towel on the table, and advised the boys to set their eggs carefully on it, so that we all could watch this miracle taking place. All twenty eyes (mine included) were glued to the action for the next fifteen minutes or so, as the two little chicks worked their way into the world. It was while these little peepers were busy entering their new world that I announced to the children that there would be only these two chicks. The other eggs had not developed.

But the excited boys didn't seem to care. They were instant parents. And were they ever! Those chicks followed them all day long, eating and making messes everywhere. They peeped at night. They peeped during the day. Whenever James and Don left the room those two little chicks set up such a holler that you could hear them all the way to the hen house. The boys were trapped. They could not get away from parenthood.

A few days later the other children decided they wanted to go on a hike. The boys really wanted to go with them. But they couldn't. They were stuck being "mommies" to those two little chicks.

"Maybe we could just put them in the box and close the lid," suggested James. "We could leave them lots of water and food. We'd be gone only four or five hours." He looked at me mournfully, as he closed the lid and threw a towel over the box. He went to his bedroom to get ready for the hike. All the while the chicks hollered. He went and got another towel to make it darker in the box. Maybe the chicks would think it was night, and go to sleep. But the peeping got even louder.

James looked downcast. "I guess we can't go," he said, looking over at Don. "I only wanted a break."

And then he remembered the day I had said those same words. He looked at me, and with a sheepish grin he said, "Now I know how you feel sometimes, Mom. You don't mind being a mom, but you sure could use a break now and then."

I smiled and gave the boys each a hug. When I had said those words a month ago, I had not realized that it would be so soon that two little boys would learn what parenthood meant.
 

**This story is based on fact, but names and a few details have been changed.

- Helen Dowd -

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   Thanks so much, Shari!



ALERTS:  

   Reunion Reservation Deadlines are imminent! Please check the Reunion Page!



DATES TO REMEMBER:

1. 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

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

3. Saturday, September 29, 2007 - Evelyn Fryer Fish's (Pot Luck) Birthday Party for All of Us - OPEN TO ALL

4. 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

5. Saturday, October 6, 2007 - Reunion - NNHS CLASSES OF 1941 AND 1942

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

7. 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

8. 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

9. 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:

http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com

     http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com/reunion-page.html

   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 1957 
will have its 50-Year Class Reunion on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, September 7, 8 and 9, 2007
at the Omni Hotel in Newport News, VA.

 



  From Christine Wilson Starkman ('68) of CA - 07/24/07 - "Summer's Not Over Yet! "- #18 in a Series of about 38:

It's not Buckroe, but it'll do in a rush!


This is sand? Thought this was one you'd enjoy seeing; it all took place in British Columbia.


THESE SEEM TO GET BETTER AND BETTER EACH YEAR...
 
 
 

   WOWZERS!!! Thanks, Chris!



   There's much, much, MUCH more to come - next time!

   Y'all have a great holiday - and take care of each other!  TYPHOONS FOREVER!  We'll Always Have Buckroe!

                          Love to all, Carol

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NNHS CLASS OF '65 WEB SITE: http://www.nnhs65.00freehost.com

PERSONAL WEB SITE: http://www.angelfire.com/weird2/cluckmeat

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Carol Buckley Harty
219 Four Ply Lane
Fayetteville, NC 29311-9305
910-488-9408




Coming to America

Written by Neil Diamond


Far
We’ve been traveling far
Without a home
But not without a star

Free
Only want to be free
We huddle close
Hang on to a dream

On the boats and on the planes
They’re coming to America
Never looking back again
They’re coming to America

Home, don’t it seem so far away
Oh, we’re traveling light today
In the eye of the storm
In the eye of the storm

Home, to a new and a shiny place
Make our bed, and we’ll say grace
Freedom’s light burning warm
Freedom’s light burning warm

Everywhere around the world
They’re coming to America
Every time that flag’s unfurled
They’re coming to America

Got a dream to take them there
They’re coming to America
Got a dream they’ve come to share
They’re coming to America

They’re coming to America
They’re coming to America
They’re coming to America
They’re coming to America
Today, today, today, today, today

My country ’tis of thee
(today)
Sweet land of liberty
(today)
Of thee I sing
(today)
Of thee I sing
(today)



"Coming to America" midi (Sequenced By Peter Wolmarans - 1998) courtesy
of http://www.discoverynet.com/~ajsnead/patriotic/usasongs.html
at the suggestion of Dave Spriggs ('64) of VA - 08/26/05

"Coming to America" lyrics courtesy of http://www.lyricsfreak.com/n/neil-diamond/98756.html - 08/27/05

Labor Day clip art courtesy of http://webclipart.about.com/library/July/bllab1.htm - 08/30/04

American Stars Divider Line clip art courtesy of http://www.wtv-zone.com/nevr2l82/bars16.html - 02/01/05

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

Hillsboro Topper (Band Version) clip art courtesy of http://www.hillsboroschools.net/schools/hhs/activities/music2/Band/bio.html - 06/07/08
Thanks, Mark!

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!

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

Navy Seal clip art courtesy of http://www.onemileup.com/miniSeals.asp - 05/29/06

Animated Laughter clip art courtesy of Janice McCain Rose ('65) of VA - 01/24/06
Thanks, Janice!

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