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10/05/09 - NNHS Newsletter -
Orange Blossom Special

“I never travel without my diary. One should always
have something sensational to read in the train.”

- Oscar Wilde
(16 Oct 1854 - 30 Nov 1900)

Dear Friends and Schoolmates,

   Lest we forget, we tend to feature a train theme on this date every so often:

   Neither let us forget The Saga of the Two Trains:

BONUS #1 - - Orange Blossom Special - Vassar Clements & Del McCoury Band and Friends, April 2, 2003

BONUS #2 - - Orange Blossom Special - Eric Dysart (age 12), 2005

BONUS #3 - - Orange Blossom Special - Mikayla Roach (age 9)


   Happy Birthday today to George Pipkin ('57) AND    Butch Ragland ('63) of CO!

   Happy Birthday this week tomorrow to Nancy McCormick Nicholson ('57) AND   Renee Helterbran Benton ('59) of VA!

   Happy Birthday this week to:

07 -Dale Parsons ('69) of HA;

08 -          Wayne Stokes ('65) of VA;

09 - Norma Wilson Mitchell ('57) AND    Linda Alfrey Walker ('61) of VA;

11 -   From Judy Phillips Allen ('66) of VA AND        From Carol Anne Comer Cutler ('70) of VA;

12 -  Charlotte Spade Wilkins (Warwick HS - '65) of NC!

   Many Happy Returns, One and All!


October 5, 1942 - Joseph Stalin sent a telegram to the German/Soviet front at Stalingrad. The message was "That part of Stalingrad which has been captured must be liberated."

October 5, 1955 - The play "The Diary of Anne Frank" opened at the Cort Theatre in New York.


Monday, October 05, 1964 - Twenty-three men and thirty-one women escaped to West Berlin through a narrow tunnel under the Berlin Wall.

Monday, October 05, 1964 - Queen Elizabeth II and Prince Phillip began an 8-day visit to Canada.

Monday, October 05, 1964 - Voice actor Keiji Fujiwara (seiyu) was born in Tokyo, Japan.


Friday and Saturday, October 9 and 10, 2009 - The Class of 1964 will hold its 45-Year Reunion -

See who you'll see -


       From Dave Spriggs ('64) of VA - 10/04/09 - "Camp Patrick Henry - Patrick Henry Airport":


Camp Patrick Henry morphed into Patrick Henry Field, now Newport News Williamsburg International Airport.


Need more proof?

Camp Patrick Henry    Newport News Williamsburg
International Airport
7th Street  
9th Street
Avenue “D”
Avenue “E”
Cherokee Drive
Turnberry Boulevard
Peebles Drive
McManus Boulevard

   No, Brown Eyes, that pretty much says it all! Thanks so much for taking the time to do this; I know you're swamped at the moment! So how about THIS title caption?

Camp Patrick Henry, the German POW Camp, morphed into Patrick Henry Field, now Newport News Williamsburg International Airport.

Another German POW Camp was located at the continuation of the James River Bridge crossover from Virginia Avenue to Jefferson Avenue, below the bridge. More still were housed at Fort Eustis.

The Italian POW camp was on the Old Casino Grounds which was on the hill behind the Victory Arch.

Camp Hill, also used for the Italian POWs, was bounded to the south by the temporary wooden railroad overpass at 58th Street, the James River Bridge/Military Highway railroad overpass to the north, Jefferson Avenue to the east, and the railroad yards to the west.

      From Gloria Woolard Price (Hampton HS - '65) of FL - 10/04/09 - "German/Italian POWs":

This article says German and Italian POWs are buried there, but it only mentions Germans who perished when their ship sunk, so they did not make it to POW status.  Perhaps they are talking about two different groups. 

Hampton National Cemetery is located in Hampton, Va., near Hampton Roads, in the vicinity of where the historic Civil War naval battle between the Confederate Merrimac/Virginia and the Union Monitor iron-clad ships occurred in 1862. The cemetery’s first burials took place in 1862 and the cemetery is among numerous national cemeteries with origins that date to the Civil War.

Burials at Hampton National Cemetery included many soldiers who died at Fort Monroe and other military hospitals in the vicinity. There are 638 unknowns soldiers buried at Hampton National Cemetery--most of them Civil War soldiers who fell in combat and were originally hastily buried on the battlefield. There are also 272 Confederate soldiers buried in a separate section.

Hampton National Cemetery is one of 13 national cemeteries in which World War II prisoners of war are interred. There are 55 German and 5 Italian POWs buried in the Phoebus Addition section of Hampton National Cemetery, which is a discontiguous tract of the cemetery.

During World War II, on April 14, 1942, a German U-boat, U-85, was sunk by the U.S.S. Roper off Cape Hatteras. The entire crew was lost and the boat sank to the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean. On April 15, 1942, full military honors were provided for 28 German sailors from U-85 and they were interred at Hampton National Cemetery. The bodies and a few life jackets were all that surfaced after the submarine was sunk. On board the ship, when it sank, was an Enigma decoding machine. The machine was recovered from the ship during a dive in 2001 and is currently on loan from the German government to the Atlantic Graveyard Museum located in Cape Hatteras, N.C.

Hampton National Cemetery was listed on the National Register of Historic Places on February 26, 1996.

The Union Soldiers monument is a 65’ tall granite obelisk that was erected through the efforts of Dorothea Dix, the superintendent of women nurses in the U.S. Army during the Civil War. In 1868 Dix transferred ownership of the monument to the United States. The monument inscription reads: “In Memory of Union Soldiers Who Died to Maintain the Laws.”

    Thanks so much, Gloria! My own parents are buried in that very cemetery!

Saturday, October 4, 2003
Hampton National Cemetery, Hampton, VA

   From Fred Field (June '45) of CA - 10/04/09 - "About Our Wartime Guests":

About Our Wartime Guests

I have been reading in recent issues the many recollections about Prisoner of War Camps on the Peninsula. I only remember the one near the intersection of Jefferson Avenue and Military Highway. My family were lunch guests at that camp one Sunday in late 1943.

During the war local residents were asked to rent rooms for local Army officers. As a result we had two officers living with us for about two years during the war. One officer was stationed at the Jefferson Avenue prison camp. We were pleased about the lunch invitation, although the destination was kept secret from my brother and me until we arrived at the camp.

Our lunch was with the Camp's several U.S. Army officers. We were served by Germans who spoke English surprisingly well. The food was wonderful and we were told that the prisoners did all the cooking.

After lunch we were taken on a brief tour. Although the camp facilities were very basic, many improvements had been designed and added by the prisoners. I was very impressed by the theater which had been extensively upgraded from a simple meeting hall. Our German guide for the theater identified himself as an electrician in civilian life. He proudly showed us the light dimmer arrangement he had made out of simple materials.

In my 1943 summer job as messenger for the Hampton Roads Port of Embarkation, I did see German prisoners disembarking from a ship and being assembled on the pier in preparation for loading on busses. They were all from the Afrika Korps and appeared tan and healthy. My classmate Charles Wicke (June 45) worked nearby in a pier office and was sometimes able to trade cigarettes for uniform decorations. I'll try to persuade him to elaborate on that adventure.

After Italy's capitulation, Italian prisoners were somewhat emancipated. They were given more freedom of movement and were assigned jobs around the Army bases. They soon earned recognition as wonderful cooks and there was much talk about the great improvement in Army food. I remember some soldiers at the message center saying that the Italians were doing all the mess hall work and the regular Army cooks were trying to look busy to avoid being declared surplus and shipped overseas.

The Italians were fitted out with nice looking green uniforms. The jackets had an Italy patch prominently sewn on both upper sleeves. On weekends a limited number of Italians were allowed to leave the base. I remember seeing them on Washington Avenue always walking in pairs and holding hands.

World War II was an exciting time in Newport News.

   OH, WOWZERS! Thank you so much, Fred! I've added these three latest additions to our page:


    From Glenn Dye ('60) of TX - 10/04/09 - "Gene Gill ('60)":


I wondered if anyone out there knows where Gene Gill is? He went  to N.N.H.S and I think he played basketball. I worked in the shipyard with him but have lost contact since living in Texas.

Glenn Dye

    Gene did indeed play Typhoon basketball, Glenn, and oh wow, I even made that page for our archive five years ago:

   I am not personally in contact with Gene, but let's see if someone else knows his contact information. He's not listed here, but your addy is published, so I'll repeat it here:

   If anyone knows how to contact Gene, please send that information to Glenn at


       From Bill Lee (Warwick HS - '54) of NC - 10/03/09 - "USS WEST POINT MEMORIES":

Recent image of the USS WEST POINT you posted (of her pulling into NY in 1945 packed with troops) reminded me of one very special occasion when she brought back troops from Europe to Newport News...because I was there.

  Before launching (pun intended) into that reminisce, let's make sure your readers appreciate that the WEST POINT was designed and built before WW II by Newport News Shipbuilding as the luxury liner SS AMERICA (my all-time favorite ship). Here's the shipyard's artist (NNS actually had one - once upon a time) commemorative rendering of how she appeared when delivered in 1940. Less than a year later, she returned to NNS to be converted into a troop transport.  
Saturday, July 27, 1940

As the WEST POINT, she often carried as many as 8,000 troops at a time, and mostly sailed into harm's way unescorted - depending on her speed to keep her safe. After V-E Day, she sailed back and forth between European and American ports, bringing solders back, and civilians were permitted/encouraged to help welcome them home.

On an early morning some time in 1945, my parents took me, at age nine, to the port area to see her arrive (when it came to things of interest/significance to the Peninsula, my parents felt it was important for me to witness them). As the ship moved slowly alongside Pier 8, happy soldiers overflowed on every open deck and even found some precarious places to stand on the ship's equipment. The welcoming band had no less of a precarious location, at the extreme end of the covered pier.    
Saturday, August 20, 1945
Although she was dressed in drab blue-grey camouflage, and life rafts covered her glass-enclosed Promenade Deck, there was no way for the Newport News-knowledgeable to mistake her fine 'liner lines' - much less miss her deep-toned, window-rattling, steam whistled arrival announcements. I can hear them even now.

[So can you, by clicking on - which is a web site that details her entire history.]

After she was secured, but before gangways were set in place, pre-teen children were allowed to briefly venture onto the roped-off pier area immediately adjacent to her towering, all-riveted hull. We retrieved German and Italian paper money, wrapped around coins from those nations that the returning soldiers tossed down in jubilation. I still have my 'share'...      

I don't know if that day was the same one when
       Dave Spriggs' ('64 - of VA)      Aunt Shirley (Linkous Girt Callaway of TX)  went onboard WEST POINT and sang to the wounded as they waiting to be carried ashore. [See for a refresher of her WEST POINT story].


She and I like to think so.


Bill Lee

   WOWZERONI-ROONI! How very exciting this must have been for you! Thank you so much for sharing this, Bill - and for reminding us of how our lives are all tied together in ways we may never have dreamed!

    From Linda May Bond Crayton ('66) of VA - 10/04/09 - "Space":

Miss Carol,

Tell Mr. 'Darling' (he's so sweet, don't ya know?) that his reply to my questions was a lot and I did enjoy it so much.

Thank you,
Linda May '66

   Why, certainly, Linda May, but, ah, which darlin' gentleman did you mean?

   Both         Sydney Dearing ('56) of TN and   Al Simms ('60) of VA gave such good responses!

   Thanks, Lady!

    From Glenn Dye ('60) of TX - 10/02/09 - "AUSTRALIAN SINGERS TRIBUTE TO USA MILITARY by The Ten Tenors":


Will make your eyes sweat and the hair on your neck come to attention!!

Don't know if you have heard of this group from Australia, but they have been travelling the world singing and have just arrived back home.

A wonderful fine tribute. Cheers! This is about US servicemen and women. Do yourself a favor and watch - and TURN UP YOUR SOUND. - Here's to the Heroes: A Military Tribute

   Thanks so much, Glenn!

      From My Niece, Shari, of VA - 10/04/09 - "Till mid week":

Got a very busy early week. See ya when I can catch my breath.

Susan Boyle-Wild Horses


"Follow your passion, and success will follow you."

~Arthur Buddhold


I was in the middle of a busy day working at the restaurant where I was a line cook when I received a call from my younger sister, who was also my roommate.

"Don't be mad!" she said to me.

I wondered what new drama was headed our way.

"There's a cat in the apartment," she said. "I just had to take him!" Her co-worker had asked if anyone would take this kitten. It had been abandoned near his parents' home along with its siblings and mother. This one kitten was the sole survivor. The co-worker's mother had bottle-fed the little creature, but had to keep it in the porch attached to the house, because her husband was not fond of cats. The kitten needed a home!

I arrived home to find a chubby bundle of orange-and-white kitten staring up at me as if to say, "Here I am, figure out how to take care of me!" I made a makeshift litter box from a cardboard box and went to the store to buy a bag of litter and a box of cat food. From then on, I was responsible for the needs of that little ball of fluff.

I had no idea what to call the beast. "Let's call her Princess!" my sister insisted.

"Princess?" I exclaimed. "That's not a real name!"

"Yes, Princess Abigail!" she said. So, Princess Abigail it was and I called her Abby for short. As "Princess Abigail" grew, we soon discovered that she was a he. Try as we might, we could not get another more gender-appropriate name to stick even after he ripped off his pink collar in protest. Abby remains his moniker to this day.

The years ahead were filled with working full time and going to university part-time. They, of course, were also filled with change and, yes, more cats. My sister moved to her own apartment and my boyfriend, Adam, moved in with his own cat, Gizmo, pure white with lots of attitude. Abby and the "new girl" worked out their differences fairly quickly. They could often be found lazily grooming each other in the middle of the bed, enjoying a patch of sunshine. They settled into a comfortable life together, feasting on only the best cat kibble and treats and enjoying the most love and attention two cats could ever dream of. I never thought that I would be sharing my life with one cat; now I had two.

Through all of the stress, busy days and changes, the cats remained a constant. I discovered a great joy in taking care of their basic needs. Cleaning up after them, feeding them and administering ear drops without getting my arms completely shredded! They also ministered to me, coming to find and entertain me when I was worried or depressed. Taking a bath, I would look over to see the pink tips of two ears peaking over the edge of the tub, followed by two green eyes and finally the triangle nose and whiskers. Abby would stand there on his hind feet, peering at the fascinating water and then at me, as if demanding an explanation.

One of the biggest stresses of my life was trying to balance work and school. Though I found the courses interesting, I did not fit into the university scene. I could not imagine going to school for years and years as a professional academic or finally graduating from university only to discover that I still did not truly know what I wanted to "do" for my life's work. I expressed my concerns to an academic advisor, who suggested that I take some time to consider what, in my day-to-day life, made me happy.

One evening, as I sat stroking Abby, who was laid out on his side, eyes closed, purring like a finely tuned engine, I thought about what that advisor had said. What made me happy? I suddenly realized something. This made me happy! Taking care of these furry beasts and there basic needs was the work that I was meant to do. It dawned on me, what peace I found in performing these humble and simple tasks.

I quickly began doing some research and found a college nearby that offered a course in animal health. I was fortunate to be able to volunteer at the local animal shelter and veterinary clinic to gain valuable experience. I immediately found a job at a pet resort, doing exactly what I was meant to do.

The other day, someone commented on how lucky I was to do what I love every day. This made me think. Sometimes, the satisfaction we seek in life does not come from a high salary or powerful position. I am very lucky that an abandoned kitten stumbled into my life to show me the importance and value of the simple things in this world.

   Thank you, Shari!

    From Glenn Dye ('60) of TX - 10/04/09 - "GREAT STORY - ESPN VIDEO!!!!":

What an inspiration! A truly amazing young man!  D. J. GREGORY


If you play Golf you should watch this video......
If you don't play Golf, you should watch this video
If you ever had a dream please watch this video...........
If you have never had a dream, please watch.........

You will be richer for the watching and with no regrets..........

   Thanks again, Glenn! We've run this before, but some may have missed it, and it's definitely a "good 'un"!


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 Jokes - 10/04/09:

Hard Working?

A business owner decides to take a tour around his business and see how things are going. He goes down to the shipping docks and sees a young man leaning against the wall doing nothing.

The owner walks up to the young man and says, "Son, how much do you make a day?"

The guy replies, "150 dollars."

The owner pulls out his wallet, gives him $150, and tells him to get out and never come back.

A few minutes later the shipping clerk says to the boss, "Have you seen that UPS driver? I left him standing around here?"


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

2. Friday and Saturday, August 6 and 7, 2010 - The NNHS Class of 1970 will hold its 40-Year Reunion. 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

3. 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 10/01/09

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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Orange Blossom Special

Written by Ervin T. Rouse, 1938

Look a-yonder comin'
Comin' down that railroad track
Hey, look a-yonder comin'
Comin' down that railroad track
It's the Orange Blossom Special
Bringin' my baby back

Well, I'm going down to Florida
And get some sand in my shoes
Or maybe Californy
And get some sand in my shoes
I'll ride that Orange Blossom Special
And lose these New York blues

"Say man, when you going back to Florida?"
"When am I goin' back to Florida? I don't know, don't reckon I ever will."
"Ain't you worried about getting your nourishment in New York?"
"Well, I don't care if I do-die-do-die-do-die-do-die."

Hey talk about a-ramblin'
She's the fastest train on the line
Talk about a-travellin'
She's the fastest train on the line
It's that Orange Blossom Special
Rollin' down the seaboard line

"Orange Blossom Special" midi courtesy of
at the suggestion of Dave Spriggs ('64) of VA - 07/04/03
Thanks, Dave!

"Orange Blossom Special" lyrics courtesy of - 10/04/09

Vintage Postcard of Orange Blossom Special courtesy of - 10/04/09

Amtrak Train Divider Line clip art courtesy of - 08/12/04

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 Red Flames courtesy of - 05/19/08

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

Hampton High School's Crab clip art courtesy of - 10/02/05
Replaced courtesy of - 02/17/09

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

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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