10/15/04 - NNHS Newsletter - Don't Speak

"They have mouths, but they speak not; eyes have they, but they see not.
"They have ears, but they hear not; neither is there any breath in their mouths."

~ Psalms 135: 16-17

Dear Friends and Schoolmates,

   Guess what?!?  It's only one week from today - the Super-Duper Reunion!!!  I'm so excited!!!  New confirmations continue to be
added, practically daily:


   A big THANK YOU to those of you who have made recent contributions - financial and otherwise to the site.  I probably don't say
so often enough, but they are always appreciated. 

   Happy Birthday today to Milton Nunnally ('66 and '67) of VA!



1. Polly White Bevins ('63) of VA - 10/15/04

   Welcome, Polly - so good to hear from you!


From Eric Huffstutler (BHS - '75) of VA - 10/12/04:

Huntington Park... hee hee :-) Unfortunately by the time I was old enough for the cruising and necking scene, the park was
pretty much on its way to condemnation. Parts of the lots and embankments were blocked off to prevent such things and
Red's Pier was a memory though I do remember in the '60s fishing there and looking for shells and other lost items on the
beach while WGH-AM was piped over loudspeakers. The loss of WGH as we knew it is another bone to pick for another post.

What really bothered me was when someone decided to build a restaurant at the park that failed and fill in the old swan pond.
As a kid we would walk around the pond and even catch catfish in it. I was shocked after a near 20 year hiatus to see what
the park and it had become. I had to sneak off to the side of the boat landing just to sit on a rock for a moment of solitude
listening to the waves and reminisce. In the city of Richmond we don't have such advantages.

Hey... one afterthought. I don't see mention of the old Sears which wasn't on Washington Avenue but was downtown with its
great big script 'S'. They had the best hot nuts counter and nothing beats a fresh warm bag of whole cashews!

   AHA!  No wonder it didn't quite look the same when I saw it last October - it WASN'T the same!  I thought I just wasn't accustomed
to seeing it in the broad daylight!  WILD GIGGLES!!!



   I've added Sear's to my "To Do" list, Eric.  That was a ridiculous oversight.  Thanks for the reminder - and of course, for your memories!

"If you hear that someone is speaking ill of you, instead of trying to defend yourself you should say: 'He obviously
does not know me very well, since there are so many other faults he could have mentioned'."

~ Epictetus [Enchiridion], (55 - 135)

From Joe Madagan ('57) of FL - 10/13/04:

It was so nice to received the Newsletter today with Arial greeting us. That was a really a neat message from Captain Dave
(Spriggs - '64 of VA)
as he took his magical camera to the Chesapeake Boulevard area in search of the old ferry moorings,
and his chance encounter. The small town flavor is still there despite the growth on the Peninsula.
I am a bit surprised that no one has memories of Tidewater Motorcycle that was located at 25th Street and Huntington
Avenue. If you think it might qualify for Our Old Stomping Grounds, it is likely to invoke some memories of our old
They had a bicycle repair shop, and sold new bicycles as well. As a newspaper carrier and Western Union Delivery Boy I could
rely upon the bicycle repairmen to keep me in business, when the repairs exceeded my knowledge or my small collection of tools.
Stopping to have repairs was a treat, because you could browse among the marvelous Harley-Davidson machines on display
for sale. They were such beautiful machines.
Even more exciting would be the departure of one of Newport News Finest roaring off on a repaired police patrol motorcycles
to get back on patrol. The Newport News Police Department had quite a fleet of motorcycles used for patrol and law enforcement,
and they were repaired in kept in top shape by the folks at Tidewater Motorcycle. The Patrolmen assigned to this elite group of law enforcement officers had rather distinct swagger, or maybe riding a motorcycle is much like riding a horse all day if you a cowboy.
But, I rather thought it was also the same swagger I noticed from pilots flying off USS BOXER (LPH-4).
These Patrolmen also wore their caps in a crushed condition, before they started wearing the helmets, I suppose they crushed
their caps so they would not blow off their heads, but it gave them a distinctive appearance, along with the motorcycle boots and
riding britches, and leather jackets. They meant business and everyone knew it.
These Officers always appeared impatient while waiting for their assigned motorcycle to be tuned or repaired, and always gave the
engine a reviving up when departing, leaving in a roar.

   Well, Sweetie, of course it qualifies!  Anything that brings forth some memory which can be shared with the rest of us qualifies!
Thank you for sharing this with us, Joe.  Here's your brand new page:



"How much better it is that he should speak ill of me to the entire world, than the entire world speak ill of me to him."

 ~ Torquato Tasso (1544 - 1595)

From Cheryl Mays Howard ('66) of VA - 10/13/04:

Daisy Travis Moore

TUSTIN, CALIF. - Daisy Travis Moore, 95, passed away on Friday, Oct. 8, 2004, in Tustin, Calif. Mrs. Moore, who was born Jan. 27,
1909, in Hampton, Va., was a resident of Newport News until 2002 when she moved to Tustin, Calif. Mrs. Moore was preceded in death
by her husband, Frank J. Moore, and her sisters, Laura Abbott and Bert Davis. She is survived by her daughter,
Audrey Grigsby and her husband, Carl, of Tustin, Calif.; her daughter, Phyllis Milne of Newport News; and her son, Frank Moore Jr. and his wife, Helen Oakley
Moore, of The Villages, Fla. "Grandma Daisy" is also survived by 14 grandchildren and 29 great-grandchildren. Mrs. Moore was a
longtime member of Orcutt Baptist Church, Newport News. The family will receive friends from 5 until 7 p.m. Friday, Oct. 15, at Peninsula
Funeral Home. A funeral service will be held at noon on Saturday, Oct. 16, at the funeral home. Burial will follow in Peninsula Memorial

Published in the Daily Press on 10/12/2004.

   Thanks for letting us know, Cheryl.  We extend our deepest sympathies to the entire Moore family.

"A good word is an easy obligation; but not to speak ill, requires only our silence, which costs us nothing. "

~ Author Unknown

From Jimmy Dick ('65) of FL - 10/13/04:

I am trying to catch up on reading your info as, believe it or not, we just got our computer internet connection
back up today. The last storm was considerably worse than Frances, we lost a lot of trees and the water was terrible. Fortunately, no life or limb was threatened. I am sorry I can't come to the reunion but I will be thinking of you guys.
I will definitely try and come to the big one next year.

Oh, Carol, and by the way, I agree with you about the '50s. Political correctness is a sham, it is just an easy out for the inability to think.

GOOD GRIEF!!!  Jimmy, it is mind-boggling what some of y'all have suffered this year!  We'll miss you this year at the Reunion,
but your absence is certainly understandable after everything you Floridians have endured these last few weeks. 

   Hmmm, it does occur to me that I'm not much good at either political correctness OR thinking.....

   Thanks, Jimmy!  I hope things continue to improve for y'all down there.  I really cannot conceive of living through such repeated horrors.

"It is not good to speak evil of all whom we know to be bad; it is worse to judge evil of any who may prove good. 
To speak ill upon knowledge shows a want of charity; to speak ill upon suspicion shows a want of honesty. 
To know evil of others and not speak it is sometimes discretion; to speak evil of others and not know it is always

 ~ Arthur Warwick (fl. 1625)

From Thelma Spade Roberts ('57) of VA - 10/13/04:

This from Barbara Bostwick …:  http://thestatenislandboys.com/U_thrill_me/ ...let the music download first....enjoy.
Will take you back a few years!

And an update on Adrienne Price Cox ('57):

Adrienne has finally begun treatment at Duke University – her first one was on Thursday, October 7. She received a 2-hour Infusion treatment of chemo. I understand this treatment may cause more side effects – but it seems to work well in many cases – so Adrienne
is willing to try it. Adrienne is very glad to finally start – although her first day of treatment was a very long one, with other blood work
etc., together with the travel. There are two more treatments scheduled – one later this month and another in November – usually a
full day each, because of travel. When the November treatment is completed they will re-evaluate her progress and either continue
with the Infusions or go to pills.

As of 10/12, Adrienne has experienced no bad bad side effects from the infusion ... only being very tired - requiring a lot of nap time!

Adrienne is warmed and appreciative of all those that have inquired and who have sent cards and made calls, and feels you should know what is going on also. In an email from her today, she said: "It is so comforting to have the support of so many friends. Send a big thank
you to anyone who asks." As I have stated before, Adrienne is one strong lady … and as she goes through these cancer treatments, all
of us need to lend her our love, support and prayers.

Reminder … please send in your response forms to W. D. Dangler if you plan on attending our gala Holiday Gathering. We’ve gotten
many lovely items for auction and think we’ll even have a professional auctioneer “gratis” to help us out! If you have promised an item
to Richard Coltrane … please follow up with him and see that he gets the item(s). He will need some time to get all organized
beforehand. For all you who have donated items “THANK YOU”!

Take care y’all, Thelma

   Thanks, Thelma - and Barbara - for that cool site!   What fun!

   Please give our love and warmest wishes to Adrienne, and let her know she's in our thoughts and prayers.

"Nay, speak no ill; a kindly word
Can never leave a sting behind;
And, oh, to breathe each tale we've heard
Is far beneath a noble mind.
Full oft a better seed is sown
By choosing thus the kinder plan,
For, if but little good is known,
Still let us speak the best we can.

~ Anonymous, 1853

   As promised earlier, we have a BRAND NEW PAGE:

   “Cold War Memories” is now posted directly on the Main Page: 


   It had been posted for mere hours when more entries arrived for inclusion!  Thanks so much to all of you for your comments
and insights!

From Joe Madagan ('57) of FL - 10/14/04:

Hi, Carol:
This page reflects the memories of the fears we experienced in our youth, and the danger was certainly there. Because we used
the Atomic Bomb on Japan twice, and General Douglas MacArthur allegedly considered the possibility of using the Atomic Bomb
on North Korea, a Navy Admiral making an unauthorized promise to use the Atomic Bomb to assist the French in breaking the
siege of Dien Ben Phu, a senator debating the Vietnam war publicly suggesting the Atomic Bomb be used on North Vietnam, did
give the impression to the rest of the world that we were hawks that would readily use the bomb. Certainly the Soviets did not
trust the US during the arms race. Perhaps that is why the closing lines of the movie "The Hunt for Red October" (1990) were
especially comforting  when Sean Connery playing the part of the Skipper of the Soviet nuclear submarine responded to a question
as to what he wanted to do, as the boat entered the harbor, he replied: "Take my grandson and go fishing (paraphrased)." It
seemed to express the sentiment of most Americans as well, and probably the majority of the Russians.

From Jo Ann Stewart ('64) of TX - 10/14/04:

Hi Carol,
In response to Joe's comment on "The Hunt for Red October" movie, in the book the last scene took place on the James River, and 
Newport News Shipbuilding and the 688 (Los Angeles Class) submarines were mentioned throughout the book. It really freaked out
the Submariners with all the factual information Tom Clancy provided. 
Jo Ann

From Dave Arnold ('65) of VA - 10/14/04:

There were also several Nike missile sites in the area.  One was located in Isle of Wight County just
across the James River, and has now been converted to Nike Park for recreation.  There was a Nike
site in Hampton on what is now Marcella Road.  When the new Sentara Careplex was constructed some
of the old silos were uncovered.

From Ron Miller ('59) of NC - 10/14/04:

Sheesh! I must be getting old.  The "All your base..." stuff is totally foreign to me -- never even heard of it!!  With 6 kids and 14 grandkids,
how did this ever get by me?  Maybe I was great at tuning such stuff out??  Or maybe they were terrified of playing them around me?
In the 50's we played pinball machines -- there was no such thing as video games, which I gather is what this stuff is based on!  (Of course,
if the parents found out you were playing pinball in some seedy place, you got the required lecture that had something to do with "...the road
to hell..."!!)
Anyway, thanks for the great memories and laughs, love!  Have a great time at the reunion.  Wish I could be there.

From Me ('65) of NC - 10/14/04:

   WILD GIGGLES!!!  I wondered if anyone would pick up on that weird video theme, Ron!  When I realized that we would be making
a page for these memories, it was the first thing that popped into my goofy mind.

   I'm more familiar with the internet spoofs which I've attached than of the original 1989 very lame Japanese video game itself.  The
translation was, of course, frighteningly horrendous, which is what made it so hysterically funny.  My #6 son, Dale, introduced me
to the computer satire about three years ago.  (I suppose living with several techno-geeks as I did would improve one's chances
of encountering such nonsense.)  Y'all already knew I have the emotional development of a three-year old, but my sense of humor
is more that of a two-year old.  I literally laughed myself off the chair (no, sadly and ridiculously, that's not hyperbole, that's the actual
truth of the matter).

   Yesterday as I was searching for the files to attach, we were simultaneously working on the computers, and the sound card had
been temporarily disabled when I located the video.  It didn't matter.  I landed on the floor again - with a serious ache in my side
from laughing too hard.

   It's as I've always said, growing up is vastly overrated.........

   I wish you were able to come to THE REUNION too, Ronnie!  It would be such fun to see you again.

From Tim Parsons ('73) of VA - 10/14/04:

My cold war memories of Newport News start with memories of the headlines of the Times Herald and Daily Press
warning of the potential for catastrophe during the Cuban missile crisis in 1962.  One need only to look up in the
Peninsula skies to notice something was amiss with constant aircraft activity.  Everyone seemed to know of someone
who was suddenly called away as a result of American military forces being put on worldwide alert.  I also remember
after President Kennedy was shot getting off of the school bus and one kid's mother waiting for her son.  She was
crying as she grabbed him and proclaimed hysterically, "Khrushchev has killed Kennedy and we are all going to die!" 
In 1967 when the aircraft carrier Kennedy was christened at Newport News Shipbuilding, the upper floors of buildings
downtown were commandeered by the secret service to protect President Johnson's presence at the ceremony.  We
watched from our boat in the James River as the Blue Angels flew over and a Southampton County doctor illegally
flew his private airplane under the James River Bridge.  I remember the space race victory as America landed on the
moon.  I was working in the press box at War Memorial Stadium in 1969 for the Peninsula Astros.  My job was as the scoreboard operator and my older brother was the stadium announcer.  We had brought in a portable television
from home.  The newsman proclaimed that America had won the space race against the Russians.  It seems to me
watching with us was Bob Moscowitz, Tony Anthony and the late Charlie Karmosky and Herbie Morewitz.  In the
early '70's as a young Marine stationed in Norfolk, the activity of the military brought back memories of the military presence on the Peninsula.  Everything Soviet or Russian was viewed as the enemy.  In 1980 a band I was working
with at the time was playing in Blacksburg when the Americans defeated the Russians in hockey during the Olympics.
The town celebrated as if they had won the lottery.  In 1989 my girlfriend and I were in Virginia Beach one evening
and noticed a large gathering at a stage on the boardwalk.  There were Russian sailors everywhere.  The Russian Navy
had come to Hampton Roads.  There was a Russian dance troupe on the stage performing and people on the street exchanging gifts with the Russian sailors.  I was convinced the cold war was over when the Russian Navy Band
performed The Star Spangled Banner with stars and stripes in the background.  It gives me chills to this day to think
about that historical moment.

   WOWZERONI, Tim!  What a fascinating and succinct history lesson!  Thanks so much!

Also from Me ('65) of NC - 10/14/04:

   I can’t even remember a time when a page has generated so much immediate response.  Who’da thunk it?!?

From Jo Ann Stewart ('64) of TX - 10/14/04:

"Who'da thunk" that this site would turn out to be such a great forum for all us NNHS grads.  This has to be the best site of its kind -
isn't there some kind of award out there that we could enter Carol in?  I know in the beginning you didn't intend for it to be so
encompassing but you certainly stepped up to the challenge.  Wow, I'm really impressed.  Keep up the good work. 
Thanks, Jo Ann

   WOW, and I'm really blushing!  Thanks, Jo Ann!

   The main reason I never dreamed of having anything so all encompassing, what that I thought it was incredibly presumptuous of me
to take on such a thing for my own class - let alone to be dealing with so many of y'all from other classes - and indeed, other schools! 
But I am truly enjoying every moment of it!  It's a tremendous honor and privilege, and I deeply appreciate y'all for letting me play out
a fantasy.  Thanks so much to all of you!

"Let no corrupt communication proceed out of your mouth, but that which is good to the use of edifying,
that it may minister grace unto the hearers.
"Let all bitterness, and wrath, and anger, and clamour, and evil speaking, be put away from you, with all
"And be ye kind one to another, tenderhearted, forgiving one another..."

~ Ephesians: 4: 29, 31-32

From Joe Madagan ('57) of FL - 10/14/04:

Hi, Carol:
W. T. Grant Company filed a petition in bankruptcy in the Bankruptcy Court in the Federal Court for the Southern District of New
York during 1976. I handled this case when I was a Bond Claim Supervisor for The Home Insurance Company who insured the
firm. The Fidelity Bond Claim filed by W. T. Grant Company alleging fraud by certain employees and executives was quite
interesting, and I worked on this alleged fraud for over a year. My fellow employees encouraged me to ghost write a novel and
tell the story of the unbelievable details that was partially the cause for the failure and bankruptcy of this fine old company. The
company ceased operations under the guidance of the court, and closed all the stores in the chain. This might answer the question
to "Heaven Only Knows" as to the status of the building, or at least this former owner.

  WOWZERS!  Joe, you do know the most fascinating things!  I take it you never wrote that novel?  That's our loss, I'm sure.  Thanks,



From my Niece, Shari (Somewhere Else - '77) of VA - 10/15/04:

I loved the Stuart Garden Apartments.  You may remember Baba would let me stay up with you and her and watch the
Twilight Zone  - a privilege for me to be treated like a mini-adult.  I remember Baba tying strings to "June Bugs" legs and my
spending hours in the dark with friends I made there catching lightning bugs; your making a snowman with me, and the beautiful
blue flowered hydrangeas.  The funniest thing I remember (and you may have heard it a gazillion times) was the day Baba threw
water on me.  Just in case you haven't heard or forgot I remember I had done something bad ?? and seeing Baba angry, I bolted
for the door with Baba right behind me.  She threw a pitcher of ice cubed filled water on me which drenched my little yellow dress
with a ruffled collar that probably made me appear to be innocent.  There was a black lady all dressed up with hat and gloves and
she loudly exclaimed, "Oh Lawd", something like "How could you do that to that sweet child?!"   Poor Baba, cold me and the look
on both that lady's and Baba's face - priceless!   Baba brought me back in quickly and apologized and hugged me and let me wear something else while my dress dried and what I remember thinking is, "My grandmother is really, really fast!"  I know at the most I
was 7, but I'm thinking 6 and mischievous; it was before Mom and Dad separated.
Have fun at your reunion! Be careful; as you know N.N. isn't as safe as it used to be.  I just met a guy in our Wal-Mart who grew
up there and he stated, "It's fun to go back to visit, but the crime is just too high for me."

   WILDEST GIGGLES!!!  Shari, you are a hoot!  I never realized you had such a gift for understatement!  Until I met a couple of my
own dear sweet angelic children, I think you were about the naughtiest little kid I ever met!  You had an marvelous gift for making
someone instantly mad enough to want to kill you, and to think they were doing the world a favor!  HA-HA-HA-HA!  I had forgotten
that story - what a gem!  And you're absolutely right - I remember thinking years later that Baba could have beaten me in a foot race
when she was well past 75!  I never had the nerve to put it to the test.

   I had forgotten the snowman story too - thanks for the memory!

   I remember in the fall of '62 when you were four years old, I had sent off for a special offer from Glamour magazine, and received
some dreadfully expensive Christian Dior red lipstick in the mail which I dearly loved - and you ate it!  Of course, that was after you
smeared it on my homework, and a buncha stuff in my room!!!  You're still alive, so somebody must have held me back.  That was
probably Baba, too.  She was also the strongest woman I ever met - spiritually and physically.  When I was little, she told me that she
posed for the Arm and Hammer Baking Soda logo.  I was so proud!  I took a box to school one day for Show and Tell.  Somewhere
in the eternities that teacher is probably still laughing hysterically....

   I remember those beautiful blue hydrangeas that we all loved so quite well.  They're all gone now.  Last fall when I took those last
shots you see on the page, we had to leave quickly, as the police were there on a domestic violence charge.  As we were speeding
away, we heard gunshots fired, followed shortly thereafter by more sirens.  SHEESH - all I wanted was a picture of what's left of my
beloved Stuart Gardens Beach!

   Thanks, Shari!  I'm glad we all let you survive!  You're a rare jewel!



NEWS FLASH - SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT from Pam Smith Arnold ('65) of VA - 10/15/04:


Van (Rowell - '65 of NC) had an idea that I have now expanded upon...so if you can pass this on, we can have even
more fun this coming weekend.

Van suggested that the '65 class members - and their spouses or guests - who are in town get together and go out
to dinner BEFORE the FRIDAY NIGHT gala which begins at 7:00.  I think that is a great idea since, I know that I never
get enough time at these things to see everyone and talk as much to them as I want.

Our plan was to meet in the Omni lobby at 5:00 - and then figure out what we wanted to do - where to go eat, etc.  So -
here's an open invitation to those from our class who are in town and out of town to meet and break bread together.

Hope to see lots of people!

And - I just looked at a page of yours where you headlined it with a mail I had sent you a long time ago about loving
these reunions because there is no pretense - and we all shed years as we take a step back in time. I had no idea you
had saved that - I am humbled.


Love - Pam

   OHHH, goody-goody-goody!  An EXTRA reunion!  Sounds super to me - as long as we're not late to the next one (I don't wanna
miss a single moment!)  Okay - I'll spread the word six ways from Tuesday, but if any of y'all have local phone numbers, you might
want to phone as many as you can.  I know it's an incredible thought, but there are those who do not check their email every other
hour or so.  Go figure.  Thanks, Pam - and Van!

   Oh - and I LOVE your quotation!  I put it on the Reunion Page because I thought it expressed the concept so beautifully for us all. 
I'll repeat it here: 

 I think the joy of going to a class reunion is that EVERYONE really knows
 how old you are and you don't have to try to pretend a thing.

The other interesting phenomenon that I have experienced is
that no matter what a person looks like now,
I still tend to see them as looking like the same people I knew in 1965.

Where else can you go and have 35 years shed?  Can't wait to see everyone!!!

- Pam Smith Tomczyk ('65) of IL - 09/08/00
{now Pam Smith Arnold ('65) of VA}
just prior to 1965's 35th Reunion of October 27/28, 2000
Thanks, Pam!
I've reflected on your words so many times in the past four years.
I'm so glad that I saved them!

   That pretty much says it all!  Thanks again, Pam!

   Y'all have a great weekend - and take care of each other.

                                   Love to all, Carol


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Don't Speak

(No Doubt)

You and me
We used to be together
Every day together always really feel
I'm losing my best friend
I can't believe
This could be the end
It looks as though you're letting go
And if it's real,
Well I don't want to know

Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts

Our memories
They can be inviting
But some are altogether
Mighty frightening
As we die, both you and I
With my head in my hands
I sit and cry

It's all ending
I gotta stop pretending who we are...
You and me
I can see us dying ... are we?

"Don't Speak" theme and midi suggested by my 17 year-old daughter, Adrienne Harty, of NC - 10/04/04
Thanks, Adrienne!

"Don't Speak" midi courtesy of http://yu.ac.kr/~bwlee/midi_d.htm - 10/04/04

"Don't Speak" lyrics courtesy of http://yu.ac.kr/~bwlee/lyrics/dontspk.htm - 10/04/04

No Evil Cherubs courtesy of http://www.a1agifts.com/images/34131.jpg - 10/04/04

No Evil Frogs courtesy of http://www.a1agifts.com/images/31759seefrogs.jpg - 10/04/04

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