- NNHS Newsletter - Our Day Will Come
“The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.”
Dear Friends and Schoolmates,
This theme from just over two years ago is being repeated today.
BIRTHDAYS - TODAY AND UPCOMING:
We have a Birthday Two-Fer today: Lou Kressaty (Butler HS, NJ - '57) of VA AND Carol Faith DeArment Blankenship ('61) of VA!
Birthday wishes are in order tomorrow for
Danny Coleman ('63) of NC, and Saturday Birthday wishes
John DiGiacomo ('69) of VA!
Sunday brings us a Three-Fer of sorts:
Mr. Julius Conn
Albert Dorner ('66) of VA AND
Belinda Fortner Langston ('70) of VA!
Looking ahead, Monday is another one of those rare Four-Fers of sorts: Herb Hice of MI, AND the late Sharron Wanderer Dawes ('61), AND Craig Miller ('63) of FL, AND Al Farber ('64) of GA! On Tuesday, Jimmy Hines ('64) of Northern VA will also mark a birthday!
Many Happy Returns to you all!
"You have it easily in your power to increase the sum
total of this world's happiness now. How? By giving a few words
of sincere appreciation to someone who is lonely or discouraged."
-- Dale Carnegie
(24 Nov 1888 - 1 Nov 1955)
From Sandra Ray ('61) of VA (and Angie Ray Smith - '64 - of VA) - 10/17/07:
I found this picture of our Dear Mother, Jane Ray, and wanted to share it with you to add to the Mariners' Museum page. I am sure this was taken in the mid 40's at the Lions Bridge. We still miss her so and hard to believe that she passed 13 years ago.
Again, thank you for all the work you do for us. Your site is awesome.
and Angela also
|Jane and the Lion|
Thanks, Sandra - and Angie!Somehow the pain of being left behind by our loved ones often seems to abate less than we'd hope, even with the passage of time.
I've posted your mama's picture on that page for you:
From Fuzzy Turner ('63) of NC - 10/17/07 - "KEEPERS":
I know you are a “keeper”.
From My Niece, Shari, of VA - 10/16/07 - "Take the Time":
Hoping your Wednesday is nice as can be. :-)
A porcupine with hiccups..an awww moment.
Computer Lingo Groaner
We had just finished eating a beautiful dinner that my mother had prepared for our family. As I glanced up at the chandelier over the table, I was mesmerized by the creative handiwork a spider had woven around the prisms and light bulbs.
"Don't look up there!" my mother screamed.
"It's the one thing I was too tired to clean!"
"Don't look where?" my brother asked.
"There!" my mother pointed. "It's my own personal web sight!"
Take the Time
the time to listen
Take the time to see
Take the time to ponder
And you'll be amazed
By what is concealed
Life in all its joy
Or in the grip of adversity
Runs so much deeper
When you take the time to stop
And appreciate its complexity
So don't take things
As they seem
For you're in danger of missing
What only few
Have the privilege to see
From one of my Famous Marines, Herb Hice of MI, who served in the Pacific Theater during WWII - 10/17/07 - "Dear Carol / Dimples, Fire Rainbow":
|A Fire Rainbow: The rarest of
all naturally occurring atmospheric phenomena. The picture was captured on
the Idaho / Washington border, and the event lasted about one hour.
Clouds have to be cirrus, at least 20k feet in altitude, with just the right amount of ice crystals and the sun has to hit the clouds at precisely 58 degrees.
Thanks, Herbie Darlin' - it's gorgeous!
|Saturday, June 3, 2006|
|The Idaho / Washington border|
From Judy Phillips Allen ('66) of VA - 10/17/07 - "My Next Life..........":
WILD GIGGLES!!! Thanks, Judy!
From Joe Madagan ('57) of FL - 10/17/07 - "Newsletter 'If'":
Thanks, Sweet Adonis!
From Glenn Dye ('60) of TX - 10/17/07:
I want to know if anyone has any info about Gene Gill ('60). I have wanted to get in touch with him for a long time. I went to school with him and worked with him in the Shipyard.
Also Dimples (Sepi Dinwiddie Prichard - '58) should not feel so bad about getting choked up about crossing the James River coming from N.C. The first time I went back after moving to TX, I got the same feeling. It's just something about coming across that James River that I have fished in so many times and working in the Shipyard and the missing the traffic circle that has a lot of great memories.
Glenn Dye, Gold and Blue Typhoon always.
Amen to that, Glenn - thanks!
From Sepi Dinwiddie Prichard ('58) of NC - 10/17/07:
.....I am thrilled you are having a mini reunion with some of your 'babies'; I know your heart is singing.....
Well, now that you mention it, Sepi, I suppose that is true - thanks!
From Dave Arnold ('65) of VA - 10/18/07 - "Prayer":
An oldie with a new twist!
Thank you for bringing me to Timmy's house and not to Michael Vick's --
I'll second that "Amen", Dave - thanks!
From Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of VA - 10/18/07 - "Left Turns":
This is a touching story. Enjoy.
Be Careful of those
This is a very good story, it will brighten your day and maybe remind you of someone you love. You should get a laugh or two out of some of the ideas they had.
This is a wonderful piece by Michael Gartner, editor of newspapers large and small and president of NBC News. In 1997, he won the Pulitzer Prize for editorial writing. It is well worth reading, and a few good chuckles are guaranteed.
My father never drove a car. Well, that's not quite right. I should say I never saw him drive a car.
He quit driving in 1927, when he was 25 years old, and the last car he drove was a 1926 Whippet.
"In those days," he told me when he was in his 90s, "to drive a car you had to do things with your hands, and do things with your feet, and look every which way, and I decided you could walk through life and enjoy it or drive through life and miss it."
At which point my mother, a sometimes salty Irishwoman, chimed in: "Oh, bull----!" she said. "He hit a horse."
"Well," my father said, "there was that, too."
So my brother and I grew up in a household without a car. The neighbors all had cars -- the Kollingses next door had a green 1941 Dodge, the VanLaninghams across the street a gray 1936 Plymouth, the Hopsons two doors down a black 1941 Ford -- but we had none.
My father, a newspaperman in Des Moines, would take the streetcar to work and, often as not, walk the 3 miles home. If he took the streetcar home, my mother and brother and I would walk the three blocks to the streetcar stop, meet him and walk home together.
My brother, David, was born in 1935, and I was born in 1938, and sometimes, at dinner, we'd ask how come all the neighbors had cars but we had none.
"No one in the family drives," my mother would explain, and that was that.
But, sometimes, my father would say, "But as soon as one of you boys turns 16, we'll get one." It was as if he wasn't sure which one of us would turn 16 first.
But, sure enough , my brother turned 16 before I did, so in 1951 my parents bought a used 1950 Chevrolet from a friend who ran the parts department at a Chevy dealership downtown.
It was a four-door, white model, stick shift, fender skirts, loaded with everything, and, since my parents didn't drive, it more or less became my brother's car.
Having a car but not being able to drive didn't bother my father, but it didn't make sense to my mother.
So in 1952, when she was 43 years old, she asked a friend to teach her to drive. She learned in a nearby cemetery, the place where I learned to drive the following year and where, a generation later, I took my two sons to practice driving. The cemetery probably was my father's idea.
"Who can your mother hurt in the cemetery?" I remember him saying more than once.
For the next 45 years or so, until she was 90, my mother was the driver in the family. Neither she nor my father had any sense of direction, but he loaded up on maps -- though they seldom left the city limits -- and appointed himself navigator. It seemed to work.
Still, they both continued to walk a lot. My mother was a devout Catholic, and my father an equally devout agnostic, an arrangement that didn't seem to bother either of them through their 75 years of marriage. (Yes, 75 years, and they were deeply in love the entire time.)
He retired when he was 70, and nearly every morning for the next 20 years or so, he would walk with her the mile to St. Augustin's Church.She would walk down and sit in the front pew, and he would wait in the back until he saw which of the parish's two priests was on duty that morning.
If it was the pastor, my father then would go out and take a 2-mile walk, meeting my mother at the end of the service and walking her home.
If it was the assistant pastor, he'd take just a 1-mile walk and then head back to the church. He called the priests "Father Fast" and "Father Slow."
After he retired, my father almost always accompanied my mother whenever she drove anywhere, even if he had no reason to go along. If she were going to the beauty parlor, he'd sit in the car and read, or go take a stroll or, if it was summer, have her keep the engine running so he could listen to the Cubs game on the radio. In the evening, then, when I'd stop by, he'd explain: "The Cubs lost again. The millionaire on second base made a bad throw to the millionaire on first base, so the multimillionaire on third base scored."
If she were going to the grocery store, he would go along to carry the bags out -- and to make sure she loaded up on ice cream. As I said, he was always the navigator, and once, when he was 95 and she was 88 and still driving, he said to me, "Do you want to know the secret of a long life?"
"I guess so," I said, knowing it probably would be something bizarre.
"No left turns," he said.
"What?" I asked.
"No left turns," he repeated. "Several years ago, your mother and I read an article that said most accidents that old people are in happen when they turn left in front of oncoming traffic.
As you get older, your eyesight worsens, and you can lose your depth perception, it said. So your mother and I decided never again to make a left turn."
"What?" I said again.
"No left turns," he said. "Think about it. Three rights are the same as a left, and that's a lot safer. So we always make three rights."
"You're kidding!" I said, and I turned to my mother for support.
"No," she said, "your father is right. We make three rights. It works." But then she added: "Except when your father loses count."
I was driving at the time, and I almost drove off the road as I started laughing.
"Loses count?" I asked.
"Yes," my father admitted, "that sometimes happens. But it's not a problem. You just make seven rights, and you're okay again."
I couldn't resist. "Do you ever go for 11?" I asked.
"No," he said " If we miss it at seven, we just come home and call it a bad day. Besides, nothing in life is so important it can't be put off another day or another week."
My mother was never in an accident, but one evening she handed me her car keys and said she had decided to quit driving That was in 1999, when she was 90.
She lived four more years, until 2003. My father died the next year, at 102
They both died in the bungalow they had moved into in 1937 and bought a few years later for $3,000. (Sixty years later, my brother and I paid $8,000 to have a shower put in the tiny bathroom -- the house had never had one. (My father would have died then and there if he knew the shower cost nearly three times what he paid for the house.)
He continued to walk daily -- he had me get him a treadmill when he was 101 because he was afraid he'd fall on the icy sidewalks but wanted to keep exercising -- and he was of sound mind and sound body until the moment he died.
One September afternoon in 2004, he and my son went with me when I had to give a talk in a neighboring town, and it was clear to all three of us that he was wearing out, though we had the usual wide-ranging conversation about politics and newspapers and things in the news.
A few weeks earlier, he had told my son, "You know, Mike, the first hundred years are a lot easier than the second hundred." At one point in our drive that Saturday, he said, "You know, I'm probably not going to live much longer."
"You're probably right," I said.
"Why would you say that?" He countered, somewhat irritated.
"Because you're 102 years old," I said.
"Yes," he said, "you're right." He stayed in bed all the next day.
That night, I suggested to my son and daughter that we sit up with him through the night.
He appreciated it, he said, though at one point, apparently seeing us look gloomy, he said: "I would like to make an announcement. No one in this room is dead yet"
An hour or so later, he spoke his last words:
"I want you to know," he said, clearly and lucidly, "that I am in no pain. I am very comfortable. And I have had as happy a life as anyone on this earth could ever have."
A short time
later, he died.
I miss him a lot, and I think about him a lot. I've wondered now and then how it was that my family and I were so lucky that he lived so long.
I can't figure out if it was because he walked through life, or because he quit taking left turns. "
Life is too short to wake up with regrets. So love the people who treat you right. Forget about those who don't. Believe everything happens for a reason. If you get a chance, take it. If it changes your life, let it. Nobody said life would be easy, they just promised it would most likely be worth it."
Thank you so much, Joyce!
ALERTS - FOR EVERYONE - THIS MEANS YOU!!!
1. From Gary Fitzgerald ('61) of VA - 10/02/07 - "REDSKINS FOOTBALL GAME":
I have a bus trip going to the REDSKINS/CARDINALS football game on October 21, 2007. This is a day trip and the bus will leave from Norfolk/Newport News early in time for tail gate party. The price is $75.00 per person if you have tickets and $175.00 per person if you need tickets. Would love for some old Typhoons to make the trip.
Give me a call ASAP for reservation 757-879-2847
Thanks, Gary - it sounds like great and glorious fun!
3. From Janice McCain Rose ('65) of VA - 10/09/07 - "cancer walk":
Would it be
too much to ask for you to run the request that was posted on the
9/27 issue of your
newsletter regarding the cancer walk every time a newsletter goes out this
Blake and Rena are both walking to take
strides against breast cancer....and sadly so many of our classmates have
been victims of this horrible disease. Thanks so much. ....and ANY
amount donated is appreciated.
Our best to Blake and Rena in accomplishing their worthy goals!
1. 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
2. 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
3. Friday and Saturday, May 16 - 17, 2008 - NNHS CLASS OF 1958
From one of my Famous Marines, Herb Hice of MI, who served in the Pacific Theater during WWII - 10/03/07 - "Dear Carol, Here are some Happy Halloween Pumpkins" - #10 (sic) in a Series of 12:
The Halloween season is fast approaching, Here are some ideas to get everyone in the spirit of Haunting.....
Your Friend, Herbie
Thanks, Herbie Darlin'!
Y'all have a nice weekend - and take care of each other! TYPHOONS FOREVER! We'll Always Have Buckroe!
Love to all, Carol
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Our Day Will Come
(Ruby and The
Our day will come
And we'll have everything.
We'll share the joy
Falling in love can bring.
No one can tell me
That I'm too young to know (young to know)
I love you so (love you so)
And you love me.
Our day will come
If we just wait a while.
No tears for us -
Think love and wear a smile.
Our dreams have magic
Because we'll always stay
In love this way
Our day will come.
(Our day will come; our day will come.)
Our dreams have magic
Because we'll always stay
In love this way.
Our day will come.
Our day will come.
"Our Day Will Come" midi
at the suggestion of Dave Spriggs ('64) of VA - 10/12/05
"Our Day Will Come" lyrics
also at the suggestion of Dave Spriggs ('64) of VA - 10/12/05
Thanks again, Dave!
Stairway of Dreams Image courtesy of http://www.josephinewall.co.uk/stairway.html - 10/18/07
Icon's Decorative Bar #83 Divider Line clip art courtesy of http://www.iconbazaar.com/bars/decorative/pg06.html - 01/04/05
Birthday Cake clip art courtesy of
Sarah Puckett Kressaty ('65) of
VA - 08/31/05
Thanks, Sarah Sugah!
Marine Corps Seal clip art
Herbert Hice of MI
- one of my
who served in the South
Pacific during WWII.
Army Seal clip art courtesy of Al Farber ('64) of GA - 05/24/06
Animated Cheering Smiley
clip art also courtesy of Al Farber ('64) of GA - 08/18/05
Thanks again, Al!
Air Force Seal clip art courtesy of http://www1.va.gov/opa/feature/celebrate/milsongs.htm - 07/07/06
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