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12/08/17 - NNHS Newsletter -
Feast of the Immaculate Conception

“We never give more honour to Jesus than when we honour his Mother,
and we honour her simply and solely to honour him all the more perfectly.
We go to her only as a way leading to the goal we seek - Jesus, her Son.”

- Saint Louis Marie de Montfort
(31 Jan 1673 - 28 Apr 1716)

Dear Friends and Schoolmates,

   This is our ninth observance of this Catholic Holiday together.

BONUS - - O Gloriosa Virginum, 2008



   Don't forget the Big Football Game tomorrow:

Navy vs. Army
Saturday, December 09, 3:00 PM on CBS
Lincoln Financial Stadium, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

   Go Navy!


  Happy Birthday tomorrow to Shirley Smith Langston ('57) AND Joan Gardner ('63)!

   Happy Birthday this week to:

10 -   John Murden ('60) of VA AND  Glen Davenport ('63) of VA;

11 -  Helen Bost Rainelle ('72) of FL;

12 -  Mary Massey Lyle ('61) of PA AND    Marcus C. Higgins ('65) of AZ AND  Tom Norris (Hampton HS - '73) of VA;

13 - Kay Davis Smith ('57)

14 - Elizabeth Mitchell Hedgepeth ('57) AND   Kathie Avant Taylor ('64) of GA;

15 - Jewell Hamner Crowe ('57) AND     Buster Vest ('63) of VA!
   Many Happy Returns, One and All! 

December 08, 1941 - U.S. President Franklin D. Roosevelt declared December 7 to be "a date which will live in infamy", after which the U.S. declared war on Japan.

December 08, 1941 - Japan made an amphibious landing on the coast of Thailand. Thailand declared war on the United States and England on January 25, 1942.

December 08, 1941 - The Japanese invaded the British Crown Colony of Hong Kong, British Malaya and the Dutch East Indies. They also invaded the portions of Shanghai administered by European powers and bombed American bases in the Philippines.

December 08, 1941 - Pacific War – the Republic of China officially declared war against Japan.

December 08, 1941 - First Japanese attack on Wake Island.

December 08, 1941 - Holocaust: Gas vans were first used as a means of execution, at the Chelmno extermination camp near Łódź in Poland.

Friday, December 08, 1967 - Football player Jeff George was born Jeffrey Scott George in Indianapolis, Indiana.

Friday, December 08, 1967 - Curler Andy Kapp was born Andreas Kapp in Sonthofen, Germany.

Friday, December 08, 1967 - Voice actress and singer Kotono Mitsuishi (三石 琴乃) was born in Tokyo, Japan.

Friday, December 08, 1967 - Footballer and manager Darren Sheridan was born Darren Stephen Sheridan in Stretford, Lancashire, England.

“We need not walk by the shores of Galilee or among the Judean hills to walk where Jesus walked. All of us can walk the path He walked when, with His words ringing in our ears, His Spirit filling our hearts, and His teachings guiding our lives, we choose to follow Him as we journey through mortality. His example lights the way. Said He, 'I am the way, the truth, and the life.' ”

- Thomas S. Monson
(b. 21 Aug 1927)

From Joan Lauterbach Krause ('60) of VA - 12/08/17:

   Thank you, Joan!

 From Barry Rew (NNHS / Ferguson HS - '65) of VA - 12/07/17, 6:37 PM - " Melissa [Moody - ('67)]":

Carol.........I was shocked to hear about Melissa. Although I had not seen her in many years she held a special place in my heart. Growing up in Stuart Gardens we were childhood friends and I actually had my first date with her. Don't remember where we went but my dad drove us and picked us up. Later we worked together at a local company and once we were at a company meeting out of town and we talked and laughed about growing up. We stayed up til 2 a.m. She was so much fun. What a wonderful memory I have of her.


P.S. I owe you an answer to a question you asked me last year.
I knew
Rose [Woodard Groff - '65)] because my dad and her mom worked together at SupShips and we hung out together during the summer. She was a sweetie!

I was privileged to know both of them.

   Thank you so much, Barry!

   From Mark Hutcherson ('66) of VA - 12/07/17 - "During labor, the pain is so great that a woman... can almost imagine what a man feels like when he has a cold.":

     Thanks, Mark! What a hoot!

From Drusilla West Groce ('56) of VA - 12/07/17:


AMEN! Thank you, Drusilla!


“Two things are infinite, the universe and human stupidity, and I am not yet completely sure about the universe.”

- Albert Einstein
(14 Mar 1879 - 18 Apr 1955)

 From Bill Hobbs ('66) of Northern VA - 11/12/17 - "Good words from Charlie Brown (#8 in a Series of 10)":

    Thank you, Billy!


From My Friend, Tammy, of UT - 12/07/14 - "Daily Christmas Story (#6 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 6, Christmas Day In The Morning by Pearl S. Buck

Christmas Day In The Morning

He woke suddenly and completely. It was four o'clock, the hour at which his father had always called him to get up and help with the milking. Strange how the habits of his youth clung to him still! Fifty years ago, and his father had been dead for thirty years, and yet he waked at four o'clock in the morning. He had trained himself to turn over and go to sleep, but this morning it was Christmas, he did not try to sleep.

Why did he feel so awake tonight? He slipped back in time, as he did so easily nowadays. He was fifteen years old and still on his father's farm. He loved his father. He had not known it until one day a few days before Christmas, when he had overheard what his father was saying to his mother.

"Mary, I hate to call Rob in the mornings. He's growing so fast and he needs his sleep. If you could see how he sleeps when I go in to wake him up! I wish I could manage alone."

"Well, you can't, Adam." His mother's voice was brisk. "Besides, he isn't a child anymore. It's time he took his turn."

"Yes," his father said slowly. "But I sure do hate to wake him."

When he heard these words, something in him spoke: his father loved him! He had never thought of that before, taking for granted the tie of their blood. Neither his father nor his mother talked about loving their children--they had no time for such things. There was always so much to do on the farm.

Now that he knew his father loved him, there would be no loitering in the mornings and having to be called again. He got up after that, stumbling blindly in his sleep, and pulled on his clothes, his eyes shut, but he got up.

And then on the night before Christmas, that year when he was fifteen, he lay for a few minutes thinking about the next day. They were poor, and most of the excitement was in the turkey they had raised themselves and mince pies his mother made. His sisters sewed presents and his mother and father always bought him something he needed, not only a warm jacket, maybe, but something more, such as a book. And he saved and bought them each something, too.

He wished, that Christmas when he was fifteen, he had a better present for his father. As usual he had gone to the ten-cent store and bought a tie. It had seemed nice enough until he lay thinking the night before Christmas. He looked out of his attic window, the stars were bright.

"Dad," he had once asked when he was a little boy, "What is a stable?"

"It's just a barn," his father had replied, "like ours."

Then Jesus had been born in a barn, and to a barn the shepherds had come...

The thought struck him like a silver dagger. Why should he not give his father a special gift too, out there in the barn? He could get up early, earlier than four o'clock, and he could creep into the barn and get all the milking done. He'd do it alone, milk and clean up, and then when his father went in to start the milking he'd see it all done. And he would know who had done it. He laughed to himself as he gazed at the stars. It was what he would do, and he mustn't sleep too sound.

He must have waked twenty times, scratching a match each time to look at his old watch -- midnight, and half past one, and then two o'clock.

At a quarter to three he got up and put on his clothes. He crept downstairs, careful of the creaky boards, and let himself out. The cows looked at him, sleepy and surprised. It was early for them, too.

He had never milked all alone before, but it seemed almost easy. He kept thinking about his father's surprise. His father would come in and get him, saying that he would get things started while Rob was getting dressed. He'd go to the barn, open the door, and then he'd go get the two big empty milk cans. But they wouldn't be waiting or empty, they'd be standing in the milk-house, filled.

"What the--," he could hear his father exclaiming.

He smiled and milked steadily, two strong streams rushing into the pail, frothing and fragrant.

The task went more easily than he had ever known it to go before. Milking for once was not a chore. It was something else, a gift to his father who loved him. He finished, the two milk cans were full, and he covered them and closed the milk-house door carefully, making sure of the latch.

Back in his room he had only a minute to pull off his clothes in the darkness and jump into bed, for he heard his father up. He put the covers over his head to silence his quick breathing. The door opened.

"Rob!" His father called. "We have to get up, son, even if it is Christmas."

"Aw-right," he said sleepily.

The door closed and he lay still, laughing to himself. In just a few minutes his father would know. His dancing heart was ready to jump from his body.

The minutes were endless -- ten, fifteen, he did not know how many -- and he heard his father's footsteps again. The door opened and he lay still.


"Yes, Dad--"

His father was laughing, a queer sobbing sort of laugh.

"Thought you'd fool me, did you?" His father was standing by his bed, feeling for him, pulling away the cover.

"It's for Christmas, Dad!"

He found his father and clutched him in a great hug. He felt his father's arms go around him. It was dark and they could not see each other's faces.

"Son, I thank you. Nobody ever did a nicer thing--"

"Oh, Dad, I want you to know -- I do want to be good!" The words broke from him of their own will. He did not know what to say. His heart was bursting with love.

He got up and pulled on his clothes again and they went down to the Christmas tree. Oh what a Christmas, and how his heart had nearly burst again with shyness and pride as his father told his mother and made the younger children listen about how he, Rob, had got up all by himself.

"The best Christmas gift I ever had, and I'll remember it, son every year on Christmas morning, so long as I live."

They had both remembered it, and now that his father was dead, he remembered it alone: that blessed Christmas dawn when, alone with the cows in the barn, he had made his first gift of true love.

This Christmas he wanted to write a card to his wife and tell her how much he loved her, it had been a long time since he had really told her, although he loved her in a very special way, much more than he ever had when they were young. He had been fortunate that she had loved him. Ah, that was the true joy of life, the ability to love. Love was still alive in him, it still was.

It occurred to him suddenly that it was alive because long ago it had been born in him when he knew his father loved him. That was it: Love alone could awaken love. And he could give the gift again and again. This morning, this blessed Christmas morning, he would give it to his beloved wife. He could write it down in a letter for her to read and keep forever. He went to his desk and began his love letter to his wife: My dearest love...

Such a happy, happy Christmas!

- Pearl S. Buck

     Thank you so very much, Tammy!

BONUS HANUKKAH AND CHRISTMAS CROCHET PATTERNS: - Kristen Stoltzfus' White Star of David Ornament -
Kristen Stoltzfus' Holiday Light Bulb Garland

BONUS HOLIDAY POTLUCK CASSEROLE RECIPES: - Crowd-Pleasing Vegetable Casserole - "Finding good pot luck recipes for a crowd is a difficult task, especially when you are dealing with picky eaters. With Crowd-Pleasing Vegetable Casserole you'll impress everyone, both kids and adults. You can use your favorite frozen vegetable mix to suit your friends' and family's tastes. Creamy and delicious, it will become a party favorite. Bring it to your next pot luck and watch as it is the first to be eaten." - Fiesta Chicken Casserole - "This crowd-pleasing, kicked-up Fiesta Chicken Casserole couldn't be uses canned chicken, soup, corn and beans and is topped with a refrigerated pie crust. Casserole recipes like this are simply delish!" - Fully Loaded Potluck Potato Bake - "This potato casserole recipe is great because it gives you the same great flavor of baked potatoes, but in a dish that allows you to easily serve up to 14 people. Prepare this Fully Loaded Potluck Potato Bake the next time you're having company over for a simple side dish that's sure to please. It's made with everyone's favorite ingredients, including sour cream, Cheddar cheese, bacon, onions and more. You're sure to have an empty casserole dish once your party is over because this potato bake is so incredibly delicious, no one will be able to pass it up!"


From - 12/07/15:

I asked God for a bike, but I know God doesn't work that way. So I stole a bike and asked for forgiveness.


1. Every Tuesday, 7:30 AM - Male grads meet at Angelo's Restaurant on J. Clyde Morris Boulevard for breakfast and camaraderie.

2. Wednesday, January 10, 2018 -The NNHS Class of June 1942 meets at noon on the second Wednesday of every other month for a Dutch treat lunch at the James River Country Club, 1500 Country Club Road. PLEASE JOIN THEM. Give or take a few years makes no difference. Good conversation, food and atmosphere. For details, call Jennings Bryan at 803-7701 for reservations.

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   Y'all take good care of each other!  TYPHOONS FOREVER! 
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                          Love to all, Carol





Carol Buckley Harty
7020 Lure Court
Fayetteville, NC 28311-9309

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O Gloriosa Virginum

Ascribed to Saint Venantius Fortunatus, Bishop of Poitiers
(c. 530 -c. 600/609)

O gloriósa vírginum,
sublímis inter sídera,
Qui te creávit párvulum
lacténte nutris úbere.

Quod Heva tristis ábstulit,
tu reddis almo gérmine,
Intrent ut astra flébiles,
caeli reclúdis cárdines.

Tu Regis Alti jánua
et aula lucis fúlgida,
Vitam datam per Vírginem,
gentes redémptae pláudite.

Jesu Tibi sit glória,
Qui natus es de Vírgine,
Cum Patre et almo Spíritu,
in sempitérna saécula.


O Queen of all the Virgin choir,
Enthroned above the starry sky;
Who with pure milk from thy own breast
Thy own Creator didst supply. 

What man hath lost in hapless Eve,
Thy sacred womb to man restores;
Thou to the sorrowing here beneath
Hast open’d Heaven’s eternal doors. 

Hail, O refulgent Hall of light!
Hail, Gate sublime of Heaven’s high King!
Through thee redeem’d to endless life,
Thy praise let all the nations sing. 

O Jesu! born of Virgin bright,
Immortal glory be to Thee;
Praise to the Father infinite,
And Holy Ghost eternally.


"O Gloriosa Virginum" midi and lyrics courtesy of - 10/06/09

"O Gloriosa Virginum" English lyrics courtesy of - 12/07/09

Image of Bartolomé Esteban Murillo's (31 Dec 1617 - 03 Apr 1682) 1660 Painting, "The Immaculate Conception", courtesy
of - 12/07/09

Fancy Gold Divider Line clip art courtesy of - 12/17/08

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

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

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

Coast Guard Seal clip art courtesy of - 10/03/07

Ferguson High School's Anchor clip art courtesy of Steve Silsby (FHS - '72) of NC - 12/14/05
Thanks, Steve!

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

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

Animated BOO-HOO courtesy of Glenn Dye ('60) of TX - 08/28/09
Thanks, Glenn!

Animated Dancing Snoopy courtesy of Billy Turner ('65) of TX - 11/26/08
Thanks, Billy Turner!

Animated Ringing Christmas Bell clip art (designed by Art Holden) courtesy of - 12/08/05

Hanukkah clip art courtesy of - 11/23/04

Jeffrey Holman's Image "A Drop in the Bucket" courtesy of - 05/23/16

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