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12/03/16 - NNHS Newsletter -
We Need a Little Christmas
"I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has
Dear Friends and Schoolmates,
This Christmas song keeps going through my head, so I suppose it's time to pass it along to yours!
BONUS #1 - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h8eCAhAo12o - We Need a Little Christmas - Lucille Ball in Mame, 1973
BONUS #2 - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jo_jb5kcne0&feature=related - Lucille Ball on Mame: "I Can't Sing"
BONUS #3 - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NBBRJs6YCE4 - We Need a Little Christmas - Mitzi Gaynor, 1967
BONUS #4 - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zG0OZGoKRAY - We Need a Little Christmas - SING-ALONG!
|"We Need a Little Christmas" is a popular
Christmas song originating from
Jerry Herman's Broadway musical,
Mame, and first performed by
Angela Lansbury in that 1966 production.
In the musical, the song is performed after Mame has lost her fortune in the Wall Street Crash of 1929, and decides that she, her young nephew Patrick, and her two household servants "need a little Christmas now" to cheer them up. The original lyrics include the line, "But, Auntie Mame, it's one week past Thanksgiving Day now!" Since the time the song was written the phenomenon of Christmas creep has led to the normal holiday season beginning much earlier than it once did, which has led to more recent recordings changing the line to, "But, Auntie Mame, it's one week from Thanksgiving Day now!"
THIS WEEK'S BIRTHDAYS:
Happy Birthday today to Barbara Woods Spiers ('61) of VA AND the late Barbara Nell Howard Floyd ('67) (deceased 10/01/88) AND Franki Satisky ('68) of OR!
Happy Birthday tomorrow to William D. Dangler ('57) of VA AND Howard Williamson (Hampton HS - '63) of VA!
Happy Birthday this week to:
05 - Eugene Peters ('57) AND the late Gene Peters ('57) (deceased - 07/24/09) AND Melody Clendenin DeBerry (Warwick HS - '66) of VA;
06 - Frances Scheinman Berkman ('57);
07 - Jay Styles ('68) of VA AND Janice Pratt McGrew (Hampton HS - '67) of VA AND Tim Parsons ('73) of VA;
09 - Shirley Smith Langston ('57) AND Joan Gardner ('63);
10 - John Murden ('60) of VA AND Glen Davenport ('63) of VA!
Many Happy Returns, One and All!http://www.nnhs65.com/Happy-Birthday.html
THIS DAY IN WWII:
|December 03, 1944 - Greek Civil War: Fighting broke out in Athens between the ELAS and government forces supported by the British Army.|
THIS DAY IN 1966:
|Saturday, December 03, 1966 - Footballer and manager Flemming Povlsen was born Flemming Søgaard Povlsen in Brabrand, Denmark.|
other people's sins.”
(01 Mar 1807 - 02 Sept 1898)
From Greg Sutton ('71) of ?? - 12/02/16 - " Julian 'Dew' McKenney Death AND Deborah Blouce Bethea":
|Class of 1971
Class of 1971. Breast cancer
Thank you so much, Greg! I never would have located these myself, but I've added them to the Memorial Page for your class:
From John Patterson ('59) of TN - 12/02/16 - "A Special Spiral Staircase":
|A spiral staircase in New
Mexico built by St. Joseph?
It's nice, in this time of unrest, to see something that is attributed to God, and not a terrorist.
Click here: https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B_ZTAxevT9-OaTVRQ0JmQVZFOHA4ZW9TX1JOZW1WSWdGelJB/view
WOWZERONI! Thank you, John!
From the Head Flagtwirler of 1965, Janice McCain Rose of Northern VA - 12/02/16 - "New Virus 2016":
|New Virus 2016
I thought you would want to know about this e-mail virus.
Even the most advanced programs from Norton or McAfee cannot take care of this one.
It appears to affect those who were born prior to 1955.
1. Causes you to send the same e-mail twice. - Done that!
2. Causes you to send a blank e-mail! - That, too!
3. Causes you to send e-mail to the wrong person. - Yep!
4. Causes you to send it back to the person who sent it to you. - Aha!
5. Causes you to forget to attach the attachment. - Well, well!
6. Causes you to hit "SEND" before you've finished. - Oh, no, not again!
7. Causes you to hit "DELETE" instead of "SEND." - ARGHH!
From My Cousin, Cheryl White Wilson (James Blair HS / John Marshall HS - '64) of VA - 12/02/16:
OFTEN? For me, that would be ALWAYS! Thank you, Cheryl!
|“People who read the
tabloids deserve to be lied to.”
Here are several really nice
photos to enjoy.
From George Helliesen ('61) of VA - 11/20/16 - "Four Legged Soldiers (#13 in a series of 30)":
|MORE WOWZERS! Thanks, George!|
BONUS CHRISTMAS STORY:
From My Friend, Tammy, of UT - 12/03/14 - "Daily Christmas Story (#3 in a Series of 24)":
|This year I decided to
share some of my favorite Christmas stories and quotes. It is a
tradition in our family to read a Christmas story every night in
December culminating with the Nativity on the 24th.
Christmas Story Day 3, Our
Christmas Came Back by Ronald R. Grimes
|It had been a hard year for
our family. I found myself working long hours to pay our bills on my
meager salary. I was near exhaustion.
My wife and I prayed each night that our financial burdens would somehow be lifted and that our children would not be negatively affected by my absence and our constant denials of their requests for things that their friends had.
Less than a week before Christmas, I managed to resurrect an old plastic Christmas tree. We purchased two inexpensive gifts for each of our children. My eight-year-old son had been longing to own his own basketball, and his excitement over one box measuring approximately nine inches square nearly consumed him.
Then something happened in our lives that would change each one of us forever. Ronald and his oldest sister, Heather, had become good friends with a family up the street who had children their same ages. Eyes wide with concern, our little children told us of the family’s situation: There wasn’t a Christmas tree or presents in their friends’ home. The family wasn’t going to celebrate Christmas this year because the father was out of work.
I discussed the matter with our bishop, who said he would look into the matter personally. At first I felt relieved, but I returned home feeling there was more to be done, but not knowing what it should be. We already had spent all of our tiny budget.
After supper, we started our family home evening and shared our feelings. We decided to offer a special prayer for our neighbors and asked Heavenly Father to let us know what we could do to help them. When we arose from our prayers, two little faces bore a determined excitement as they simultaneously suggested the obvious solution to our problem: why not share our Christmas with our neighbors? There was precious little to share, but as our eyes met, we each felt a surge of excitement at the suggestion. We took a box of candy we had been given and a pumpkin pie my wife had baked earlier and met at the Christmas tree.
Then it happened! We each began to select one of our gifts to take with us. My eyes fell immediately upon my son. He sat before his gifts as if in shock. It was obvious that he was having difficulty deciding which gift he would take: the large box or the soft little package. In silence his eyes passed back and forth between the two. He looked up at his mother and then over to me. Then he looked back at the presents. He passed from one to another for a few more moments and then, quite abruptly, picked up the large box and said, “I think Jimmy would like this one best.”
With full hearts we gathered the gifts and treats and headed for the door. I stepped out first and almost stumbled over a tiny tree someone had left for us. We brought the tree inside, and Mother and the children removed some of the lights and trimming from our plastic tree while I went to the garage to make a tree stand. We hurried up the block with our bounty. We left the decorated tree and gifts with our friends and bid them a Merry Christmas.
The next evening a surprising thing happened. The bishop called and said, “I have some packages that need delivering to some of the families in the ward and wondered if you could use your station wagon to help us deliver them.”
I agreed to meet the bishop at his office as soon as possible and hung up the phone. The car was out of gas and I could find no money for gas. I remembered seeing a few dusty pop bottles in the garage that could be returned to the store for the deposit, and the children had seen more in the trash down the alley. So we gathered the bottles, and I bought a gallon of gas with the proceeds, and headed for the church.
When I arrived, the bishop had already carried many large boxes and bags of groceries to the curb. We loaded them all into the station wagon. They barely fit inside. When we were finished, he handed me an envelope and instructed me to deliver the packages to the names on the list. I agreed and opened the envelope. On a slip of paper was a single name—mine. My eyes filled with tears as I turned to the bishop and said, “Oh, Bishop, there are so many families that need this worse than we do.”
“I know,” he acknowledged, “but we have already taken care of them, and the Lord wants your family to have this.” He embraced me, shook my hand, and sent me home.
When I arrived, I called for the family to help me in with the boxes and bags. There were several brightly wrapped presents for each member of the family. At the bottom of one bag was a special gift, wrapped in a box measuring approximately nine inches square.
A special warmth and glow filled our home that night. We knew that our prayers had been answered and that Christmas that year was going to be special for each member of our family. And yes, the bishop had been aware of our friends up the street—someone had visited their home, too, and left many packages of food and gifts at their door.
Each year as we dismantle our little plastic Christmas tree and put it into its cardboard box, we threaten to replace it with a real tree. But each Christmas we keep putting it back up just one more time. Our little tree, which once shared its lights and ornaments and glory with another family, still captures for us the true meaning of the season. It was our best Christmas ever.
Thank you so very much, Tammy!
BONUS CHRISTMAS CRAFT PATTERNS:
Amanda Formaro's Light Bulb Santa
http://www.craftown.com/Santa-bs--sq-s-Belly-Treat-Cups.html - Amanda Formaro's Santa's Belly Treat Cups
http://www.craftown.com/No-h-Sew-Santa-Table-Runner.html - Katie Kiter's No-Sew Santa Table Runner
http://www.craftown.com/Clay-Pot-Santa--pc--26-Mrs-p--Claus.html - Clay Pot Santa & Mrs. Claus
BONUSRECIPE (Sorry; not particularly theme-related):
('65) of NC 12/02/16 - "Pristine White Muffins":
This is my favorite quick bread recipe; I've been enjoying it for over forty years.
From www.ajokeaday.com - 12/02/16:
|I was hospitalized for a few days, and my wife
reported that my dog really missed me.
"She spends the night at the front door,
awaiting your return," she said.
|DATES TO REMEMBER:|
http://www.nnhs65.com/requests-prayers.html - updated 11/29/16
http://nnhs.wordpress.com/ - updated 03/13/11
Love to all, Carol
NNHS CLASS OF '65 WEB SITE:
PERSONAL WEB SITE: http://www.angelfire.com/weird2/cluckmeat
Carol Buckley Harty
7020 Lure Court
Fayetteville, NC 28311-9309
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We Need a Little Christmas
Music and Lyrics by
Jerry Herman for
(b. 10 July 1931)
Haul out the holly,
Put up the tree before my spirit falls again;
Fill up the stocking,
I may be rushing things,
But deck the halls again now.
For we need a little Christmas,
Right this very minute,
Candles in the window,
Carols at the spinet.
Yes, we need a little Christmas,
Right this very minute,
It hasn't snowed a single flurry,
But Santa, dear, we're in a hurry.
So climb down the chimney,
Turn on the brightest string of light I've ever seen;
Slice up the fruitcake,
It's time we hung some tinsel,
On that evergreen bough.
For I've grown a little leaner,
Grown a little colder,
Grown a little sadder,
Grown a little older.
And I need a little angel,
Sitting on my shoulder,
Need a little Christmas now.
For we need a little music,
Need a little laughter
Need a little singing,
Ringing through the rafter.
And we need a little snappy,
"Happy ever after"
Need a little Christmas now....
"We Need a Little Christmas" midi and lyrics courtesy of
http://yule_rejoice.tripod.com/c-lyrics/home.html - 12/03/08
Animated Christmas Tree clip art courtesy of Judy Bowermaster of IL - 12/25/05
Pine Rope Divider Line clip art courtesy of http://www.holidaygraphics.com/christmas/graphics/page9.html - 12/18/04
Birthday Cake clip art courtesy of Sarah Puckett Kressaty ('65) of VA - 08/31/05
Thanks, Sarah Sugah!
School's Crab clip art courtesy of
http://www.geocities.com/agent99bm/ - 10/02/05
Replaced courtesy of http://www.hamptonhigh1964.com - 02/17/09
Army Seal clip art courtesy of Al Farber ('64) of GA - 05/24/06 (still
Replaced by Norm Covert ('61) of MD - 02/09/09
Laughing Smiley courtesy of Janice McCain Rose ('65) of VA - 02/07/07
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)
courtesy of Glenn Dye ('60) of TX - 08/28/09
Navy Seal clip art courtesy of http://www.onemileup.com/miniSeals.asp - 05/29/06
Jeffrey Holman's Image "A Drop in the Bucket" courtesy of https://tearsfromalonelygod.wordpress.com/2009/10/08/a-drop-in-the-bucket/ - 05/23/16
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