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09/06/09 - NNHS Newsletter - September Morn

“Alas, that my heart is a lute,
Whereon you have learned to play!
For a many years it was mute,
Until one summer's day
You took it, and touched it, and made it thrill,
And it thrills and throbs, and quivers still!”

Lady Anne Lindsay, My Heart is a Lute, 1815
(12 Dec 1750 - 06 May 1825)

Dear Friends and Schoolmates,   

   Today's Newsletter theme is being rerun from two years ago tomorrow, because it saves me a great deal of time and I can cut right to the chase.

BONUS - - September Morn - Neil Diamond

   This is almost (but not quite) an all-joke issue - but then, it is a Holiday weekend, and I am still sick!


Saturday, September 06, 1969 - Footballer Arthur Friedenreich (b. 18 July 1892) died in São Paulo, Brazil at the age of 77.


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   Happy Birthday today to   Sarah Puckett Kressaty ('65) of VA!

   Happy Birthday tomorrow to   The late Kathy Pilgrim Clark ('63) (deceased - 03/08/06)!

   Happy Birthday this week to:

08 - Carroll Elliott ('57)
  Gary Fitzgerald ('61) of VA AND   Patti Johnson Stowe ('62) of FL AND   Cheryl Pless Ramsey ('64) of VA;

09 -   Wayne DeBerry ('65) of VA;

10 -    The late Mr. Pete Robinson (deceased - 12/23/03);

11 -        The late Bobby Hedrick ('58) (deceased 08/31/09) AND     My Grandson, Jimmy Harty of TX!

   Many Happy Returns, One and All!

  From My Friend, Nathan Nearman,  of NC - 09/02/09 - "Heart of the Streets Film Project":

Dear Friends and Associates,

I would like to call your attention to a life saving project...a film that we are set to produce in the coming months that is designed to be fun, entertaining and yet deals with the harsh realities of homeless children in our communities.

This is not your normal mass email; this is the writer of the script pleading with each of you to go to our website
and get the word out about this philanthropic film project. We need investors/donors, we need each of you to forward this message to all your friends and we need everyone to go to the theaters to watch the movie in the fall of 2010.

For every dollar that is made by this movie, a large percentage will go to viable and real charities, non-profit organizations and government programs designed to bless children who are hungry, homeless and terminally ill. A full disclosure of these organizations will be produced upon request and will be featured on our website as we draw closer to the production of the film.

Investors/Donors can request a full project or executive summary that describes in detail how this endeavor boasts a wonderful return on investment and maintains the advantage of blessing thousands of children. Please contact the undersigned for more information.

Endorsing Entities are all welcome as we hope every business owner, government representative, religious organization and non-profit group will join us in making a huge impact on a segment of our population who need our help. Please contact the undersigned for additional information on this symbiotic opportunity.

Facilitators include all who read this email. Please get this exciting opportunity out to everyone; thus through the many we can bless the growing few.

Just imagine, by doing what we normally do: send emails, text, talk with friends, donate to charities and go to the movies we can literally provide food, clothing, shelter, schooling, training, counseling, friendship and hope to children by participating in this one project.

Thank you for your time and help in this critical opportunity!


Nathan D. Nearman



   WOWZERONI-ROONI-RINI! Thanks so much, Nathan - and we wish you all the best with this magnificent undertaking!

NOTE TO "THE CLASS": I knew that Nathan was an amazing man when I first met him, and the longer I knew him, the stronger that feeling grew. Even so, I was totally astonished by this!

    From Glenn Dye ('60) of TX - 09/04/09 - "Peninsula Dairy":

Hi Carol,

I was reading    Carol Collier Sparrow's ('63 - of VA) notes about The Peninsula Dairy. I remember it's being a block down from Suttle Motor Company on the opposite side of the street of Jefferson, and to the best of my knowledge it had a lot of the thick glass squares as part of the building. I might have a picture here somewhere if I can find it and send it to you. I know the milk shakes were great along with the ice cream cones. I lived on 25th off Jefferson Avenue for awhile.

Glenn Dye

   Thanks, Glenn! That would be fabulous! 


     From Me ('65) of IL - 09/05/09 - "Friday, October 15, 1954 - Hurricane Hazel":

   Yesterday's Newsletter contained a comment made by     Norm Covert ('61) of MD about Hurricane Hazel.  I couldn't resist adding my own two-cent's worth.


"Oct. 15, 1954, Hurricane Hazel: Hazel maintained hurricane force winds up the East Coast and produced a number of record wind gusts. In Hampton, winds gusted to 130 mph; Norfolk, 100 mph. Blackstone, Va., 92 mph; Richmond, 79 mph; and Washington National Airport in Arlington, Va., 98 mph. Damages in Norfolk alone reached $3.5 million with 1,800 homes and businesses damaged. Hundreds of thousands of trees were destroyed, taking with them half of the phone and electric lines in the state, causing $2 million in damage. A 150-foot microwave telephone tower was toppled near Warsaw, Va.; 200 plate glass storefronts in Richmond broke; in the Shenandoah Valley, turkey growers lost between 150,000 and 250,000 turkeys when poultry sheds were wrecked.

"Small crafts were driven ashore or sank. Four people died when a tug capsized on the James River about 25 miles from Richmond. Piers were demolished and private docks swept away in the Tidewater rivers. Lynchburg, Roanoke and Danville recorded five to six inches of rain, which caused flooding in small streams. Virginia lost 13 people and damages were conservatively estimated in from Connie and Diane brought record total rainfall for the month of August. Severe flooding followed on the Rappahannock River with some flooding also on the James, Potomac and Shenandoah Rivers. Norfolk winds gusted to 53 mph from the east, Cape Henry had 43 mph winds with gusts to 49 mph. Roanoke saw winds gusts to 62 mph and Lynchburg 56 mph out of the north. While only minor tides occurred, Atlantic Beach, Oceana, again had another $200,000 in damages that included sewer and water lines. Statewide damages equaled $1.5 million."

   On Thursday, October 14, 1954 when Hurricane Hazel's arrival was imminent, my mama              the late Maxine Frix Buckley (John Marshall HS - '25) picked me up from Magruder School (I was in Miss Charlotte Winstead's second grade) and brought me home to our apartment at 1309-A 16th Street in the    Stuart Homes where our family occupied the top floor.  As you can see in this map, this is directly across the street from the Hampton Roads, so it was a bit windy, to completely understate the case.  She dropped me off at the front door and told me to run for it while she gathered up her things from the car.   

   But - what happened was, as soon as I reached the front steps, the hurricane winds picked me up a foot off the ground and carried me around to the back door (while I frantically and futilely tried to grasp the delicate branches of the large crepe myrtles growing in that narrow corridor), where it deposited me right by the back door, shaken but unharmed.

   I quickly scrambled upstairs.  Unfortunately for me, there were no witnesses to my little misadventure.

   I was relating this story to a group of friends a couple of years ago in the presence of       my sister, Eleanor Buckley Nowitzky ('59) of NC.  I explained that no one ever believed my account of this until I was grown.

   Eleanor quipped, "What makes you think we believe you now?!?

   SHEESH! Thanks, Lady!

  From Ruth Ann Reece Horace ('67) of FL - 09/03/09 - "FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO HAVE PETS":



The following was found posted very low on a refrigerator door.

Dear Dogs and Cats:  The dishes with the paw prints are yours and contain your food.  The other dishes are mine and contain my food.  Placing a paw print in the middle of my plate and food does not stake a claim for it becoming your food and dish, nor do I find that aesthetically pleasing in the slightest.

The stairway was not designed by NASCAR and is not a racetrack.  Racing me to the bottom is not the object.  Tripping me doesn't help because I fall faster than you can run.

I cannot buy anything bigger than a king sized bed.  I am very sorry about this.  Do not think I will continue sleeping on the couch to ensure your comfort, however.  Dogs and cats can actually curl up in a ball when they sleep.  It Is not necessary to sleep perpendicular to each other, stretched out to the fullest extent possible.  I also know that sticking tails straight out and having tongues hanging out on the other end to maximize space is nothing but sarcasm.

For the last time, there is no secret exit from the bathroom! If, by some miracle, I beat you there and manage to get the door shut, it is not necessary to claw, whine, meow, try to turn the knob or get your paw under the edge in an attempt to open the door.  I must exit through the same door I entered.  Also, I have been using the bathroom for years - canine/feline attendance is not required.

The proper order for kissing is:  Kiss me first, then go smell the other dog or cat's butt.  I cannot stress this enough.

Finally, in fairness, dear pets, I have posted the following message on the front door:


(1)  They live here.  You don't.   
(2)  If you don't want their hair on your clothes, stay off the furniture.  That's why they call it 'fur'-niture.   
(3)  I like my pets a lot better than I like most people.   
(4)  To you, they are animals.  To me, they are adopted sons/daughters who are short, hairy, walk on all fours and don't speak clearly.

Remember, dogs and cats are better than kids because they: 
(1) eat less, 
(2) don't ask for money all the time, 
(3) are easier to train, 
(4) normally come when called, 
(5) never ask to drive the car, 
(6) don't hang out with drug-using people; 
(7) don't smoke or drink, 
(8) don't want to wear your clothes, 
(9) don't have to buy the latest fashions, 
(10) don't need a gazillion dollars for college and 
if they get pregnant, you can sell their children ...

   Thanks, Ruthie!

  From My Friend,  Judy Bundy Bowermaster (Litchfield HS, IL - '59) of IL - 09/03/09 - "Woman's week at the gym":

I had tears from laughing so hard.


If you read this without laughing out loud, there is something wrong with you. This is dedicated to everyone who ever attempted to get into a regular workout routine.

Dear Diary,

For my birthday this year, my Husband (the dear) purchased a week of personal training at the local health club for me. Although I am still in great shape since being a high school football cheerleader 25 years ago, I decided it would be a good idea to go ahead and give it a try. I called the club and made my reservations with a personal trainer named Tyrone, who identified himself as a 26-year-old aerobics instructor and model for athletic clothing and swim wear My husband seemed pleased with my enthusiasm to get started! The club encouraged me to keep a diary to chart my progress.

Started my day at 6:00 a.m. Tough to get out of bed, but found it was well worth it when I arrived at the health club to find Tyrone waiting for me. He is something of a man-with a natural curl in his hair, dancing eyes and a dazzling white smile. Woo Hoo!! Tyrone gave me a tour and showed me the machines. I enjoyed watching the skillful way in which he conducted his aerobics class after my workout today. Very inspiring! Tyrone was encouraging as I did my sit-ups, although my gut was already aching from holding it in the whole time he was around. This is going to be a FANTASTIC week-!!

I drank a whole pot of coffee, but I finally made it out the door. Tyrone made me lie on my back and push a heavy iron bar into the air then he put weights on it! My legs were a little wobbly on the treadmill, but I made the full mile.. His rewarding smile made it all worthwhile. I feel GREAT!! It's a whole new life for me.

The only way I can brush my teeth is by laying the toothbrush on the counter and moving my mouth back and forth over it. I believe I have a hernia in both pectorals. Driving was ok as long as I didn't try to steer or stop. I parked on top of a GEO in the club parking lot. Tyrone was impatient with me, insisting that my screams bothered other club members. His voice is a little too perky for that early in the morning and when he scolds, he gets this nasally whine that is VERY annoying. My chest hurt when I got on the treadmill, so Tyrone put me on the stair monster. Why the heck would anyone invent a machine to simulate an activity rendered obsolete by elevators? Tyrone told me it would help me get in shape and enjoy life. He said some other stuff too.

Butthead was waiting for me with his vampire-like teeth exposed as his thin, cruel lips were pulled back in a full snarl. I couldn't help being a half an hour late; it took me that long to tie my shoes. He took me to work out with dumbbells. When he was not looking, I ran and hid in the restroom. He sent some skinny woman to find me. Then, as punishment, he put me on the rowing machine--which I sank.

I hate that jerk Tyrone more than any human being has ever hated any other human being in the history of the world. Stupid, skinny, anemic, anorexic little
 aerobic instructor. If there was a part of my body I could move without unbearable pain, I would beat him with it. Tyrone wanted me to work on my triceps. I don't have any triceps! And if you don't want dents in the floor, don't hand me the barbells or anything that weighs more than a sandwich. The treadmill flung me off and I landed on a health and nutrition teacher. Why couldn't it have been someone softer, like the drama coach or the choir director?


Satan left a message on my answering machine in his grating, shrilly voice wondering why I did not show up today. Just hearing his voice made me want to smash the machine with my planner; however, I lacked the strength to even use the TV remote and ended up catching eleven straight hours of the Weather Channel.


I'm having the Church van pick me up for services today so I can go and thank GOD that this week is over. I will also pray that next year my husband will choose a gift for me that is fun -- like a root canal or a hysterectomy. I still
 say if God had wanted me to bend over, he would have sprinkled the floor with diamonds and chocolate bars!!!

   Thanks, Jude!

  From Mark Hutcherson ('66) of VA - 09/04/09 - "A Well-Planned Retirement (he had a better plan than I did!) SMART MAN!!!!":

Now why didn't I think of this!

From The London Times: 
A Well-Planned Retirement

Outside England's Bristol Zoo there is a parking lot for 150 cars and 8 buses. For 25 years, its parking fees were managed by a very pleasant attendant. The fees were £1 for cars ($1.40), £5 for busses (about $7)

Then, one day, after 25 solid years of never missing a day of work, the attendant just didn't show up; so the Zoo Management called the City Council and asked it to send them another parking agent.

The Council did some research and replied that the parking lot was the Zoo's own responsibility. 

The Zoo advised the Council that the attendant was a City employee.

The City Council responded that the lot attendant
 had never been on the City payroll. 

Meanwhile, sitting in his villa somewhere on the coast of Spain (or some such scenario), is a man who'd apparently had a ticket machine installed completely on his own; and then had simply begun to show up every day, commencing to collect and keep the parking fees, estimated at about $560 per day -- for 25 years. 

Assuming 7 days a week, this amounts to just over $7 million dollars!

And no one even knows his name.

   Thanks, Mark!

      From My Niece, Shari, of VA - 09/04/09 - "Some old men can still think fast.":

An elderly man in West Ohio had owned a large farm for several years with a large pond in the back.

It was properly shaped for swimming, so he fixed it up nice with picnic tables, 2 horseshoe courts, and some apple and peach trees.

One evening the old farmer decided to go down to the pond and look it over as he hadn't been there for a while. He grabbed a 5 gallon bucket to bring back some fruit.

As he neared the pond, he heard voices shouting and laughing with glee. As he came closer, he saw it was a bunch of young women skinny-dipping in his pond.

He made the women aware of his presence and they all went to the deep end.

One of the women shouted to him, 'we're not coming out until you leave!'

The old man frowned, 'I didn't come down here to watch you ladies swim naked or make you get out of the pond naked.'

Holding the bucket up he said, 'I'm here to feed the alligator.'

   Thanks, Shari!

  From Ruth Ann Reece Horace ('67) of FL - 09/05/09 - "Bible Q and A":

Humor from the Bible
Q. What kind of man was Boaz before he married Ruth?
A. Ruthless.
Q. What do they call pastors in Germany ?
A German Shepherds.

Q. Who was the greatest financier in the Bible?
A. Noah -- He was floating his stock while everyone else was in liquidation.

Q. Who was the greatest female financier in the Bible?
A. Pharaoh's daughter. She went down to the bank of the Nile and drew out a little prophet.

Q. What kind of motor vehicles are in the Bible?
A. Jehovah drove Adam and Eve out of the Garden in a Fury. David's Triumph was heard throughout the land. Also, probably a Honda, because the apostles were all in one Accord.

Q.. Who was the greatest comedian in the Bible?
A. Samson. He brought the house down.

Q. What excuse did Adam give to his children as to why he no longer lived in Eden ?
A. Your mother ate us out of house and home.

Q. Which servant of God was the most flagrant lawbreaker in the Bible?
A. Moses. He broke all 10 commandments at once.

Q. Which area of Palestine was especially wealthy?
A. The area around Jordan. The banks were always overflowing.

Q. Who is the greatest babysitter mentioned in the Bible?
A. David. He rocked Goliath to a very deep sleep.

Q. Which Bible character had no parents?
A. Joshua, son of Nun.

Q. Why didn't they play cards on the Ark ?
A. Because Noah was standing on the deck. ( Groan...)

PS... Did you know it's a sin for a woman to make coffee?
Yup, it's in the Bible. It says . . "He-brews"


   Thanks again, Ruthie!


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

   Contact Dr. Chambers at

   Thanks, Jane!

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


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 - 09/05/09:


A teacher was giving a lesson on the circulation of the blood. Trying to make the matter clearer, he said: "Now, students, if I stood on my head the blood, as you know, would run into it, and I should turn red in the face."

"Yes, sir," the boys said.

"Then why is it that while I am standing upright in the ordinary position the blood doesn't run into my feet?"

A little fellow shouted, "'It's because yer feet ain't empty."


Church Etiquette

A Sunday school teacher asked her little children, as they were on the way to church service,

"And why is it necessary to be quiet in church?"

One bright little girl replied, "Because people are sleeping."


1. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, September 4, 5 and 6 (Labor Day Weekend), 2009 - The Class of 1969 is holding 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: -

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 or visit the reunion website 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 09/03/09

BLOG: - updated 08/04/09

  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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September Morn

- Written by Neil Diamond and Gilbert Becaud

Stay for just a while
Stay, and let me look at you
Its been so long, I hardly knew you
Standing in the door
Stay with me a while
I only want to talk to you
We've traveled halfway round the world
To find ourselves again

September morn
We danced until the night became a brand new day
Two lovers playing scenes from some romantic play
September morning still can make me feel this way

Look at what you've done
Why, you've become a grown-up girl
I still can hear you cryin'
In the corner of your room
And look how far we've come
So far from where we used to be
But not so far that we've forgotten
How it was before

September morn
Do you remember how we danced that night away
Two lovers playing scenes from some romantic play
September morning still can make me feel this way

"September Morn" midi courtesy of - 09/07/07

"September Morn" lyrics courtesy of - 09/07/07

"September Morn" Image courtesy of - 09/07/07

Gold Heart Line clip art courtesy of - 04/03/06

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

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

Animated USMC Flag clip art courtesy of - 06/18/03

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!

Animated Yehaa Typhoon clip art courtesy of Al Farber ('64) of GA - 08/18/05
Thanks, Al!

John Marshall High School's Justice Scale clip art courtesy of Cheryl White Wilson (JMHS - '64) of VA - 10/13/05 (replaced 02/23/09)
Thanks, Cheryl!

Animated "Happy Little Rabbits We Are" clip art courtesy of - 04/25/09

Animated Laughing Kitty courtesy of Tom Flax ('64) of VA - 06/03/06
Thanks, Tommy!

Litchfield High School's Purple Panther Paw Print courtesy of - 06/23/07

Animated Wildly Laughing Dog courtesy of Eva Ellis Madagan ('61) of FL - 11/24/07
Thanks, Eva!

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

Animated Laughing Jerry courtesy of Cookie Phillips Tyndall ('64) of VA - 06/14/06
Thanks, Cookie!

Animated Fat Frog courtesy of Wayne Stokes ('65) of VA - 07/16/08
Thanks, Wayne!

Animated Laughing Woman courtesy of Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of VA - 02/23/09
Thanks, Joyce!

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