12/09/14 - NNHS Newsletter -
Once in Royal David's City
“And Joseph also went up from Galilee, out of the city of Nazareth, into Judæa, unto the city of David,
which is called Bethlehem; (because he was of the house and lineage of David:) To be taxed with Mary
his espoused wife, being great with child. And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished
that she should be delivered. And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes,
and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.”
Dear Friends and Schoolmates,
| I hope your lives are full and happy and
bustling with excitement!
This is one of my favorite Christmas carols. It's not exciting, except in its message of joy, but it does fill my heart with a peaceful, gentle spirit of love.
BONUS #1 - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pc_Mo2KrIzw - Once in Royal David's City - King's College Cambridge
BONUS #2 - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CKzVXKfIDBg - Once in Royal David's City - The Mormon Tabernacle Choir
BONUS #3 - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YYOqV3zdG10 - Once in Royal David's City - Jonathan and Charlotte
|Once in Royal David's City is a
Christmas carol originally written as
Cecil Frances Alexander. The carol was first published in 1848 in
Miss Cecil Humphreys'
Hymns for little Children. A year later, the English organist
Henry John Gauntlett discovered the poem and set it to music.
Cecil Alexander, meanwhile, married the
William Alexander in 1848 and upon her husband's consecration became
wife in 1867.
She is also remembered for her hymn
All Things Bright and Beautiful.
Since 1919, the Festival of Nine Lessons and Carols at the King's College Chapel Cambridge has begun its Christmas Eve service, with Dr Arthur Henry Mann's arrangement of "Once in Royal David's City" as the Processional hymn. Mann was organist at King's between 1876–1929. In his arrangement, the first verse is sung by a boy chorister of the Choir of King's Chapel as a solo. The second verse is sung by the choir, and the congregation joins in the third verse. Excluding the first verse, the hymn is accompanied by the organ. This carol was the first recording that the King's College Choir under Boris Ord made for EMI in 1948. Among others who have recorded it are Mary Chapin Carpenter, The Chieftains, Daniel O'Donnell, The Mormon Tabernacle Choir, Petula Clark, Jethro Tull, Sinéad O'Connor and Sufjan Stevens and most recently St. Paul's Choir School.
THIS WEEK'S BIRTHDAYS:
Happy Birthday today to Shirley Smith Langston ('57) AND Joan Gardner ('63)!
Happy Birthday tomorrow to John Murden ('60) of VA AND Glen Davenport ('63) of VA!
Happy Birthday this week to:
11 - Helen Bost Rainelle ('72) of FL;
12 - Mary Massey Lyle ('61) of NJ AND Marcus C. Higgins ('65) of AZ AND Tom Norris (Hampton HS - '73) AND My Former Daughter-in-Law, Bethany Winona McAllister (Siuslaw HS, OR - '94) of UT;
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;
16 - Betty Brockwell McClure ('58) of VA!
Many Happy Returns, One and All!
Hit #142,500 was made by an unknown user sometime in early December 2014 when I was totally unaware...
THIS DAY IN WWII:
December 09, 1940 -
Operation Compass –
Indian troops under the command of Major-General
Richard O'Connor attacked
Italian forces near
Barrani in Egypt,
opening their first major offensive in North Africa.
December 09, 1941 - The Republic of China, Cuba, Guatemala, the Provisional Government of the Republic of Korea, and the Philippine Commonwealth, declared war on Germany and Japan.
December 09, 1961 - The trial of Nazi Adolf Eichmann in Israel ended with verdicts of guilty on 15 criminal charges, including charges of crimes against humanity, crimes against the Jewish people and membership of an outlawed organization.
THIS DAY IN 1964:
|Wednesday, December 09, 1964 - Actor and singer Hape Kerkeling was born Hans Peter Wilhelm Kerkeling in Recklinghausen, West Germany.|
From Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of VA - 12/08/14:
|ABSOLUTELY! Thanks, Joyce!|
From Wayne Agee ('58) of FL - 12/08/14 - "A Special Christmas Poem....Beautiful":
A Special Christmas Poem....Beautiful
This had to be written by someone with great feelings.
|Thank you so much, Wayne! This is beautiful!|
From My Husband, Paul Harty (Bardolph HS, IL - '61) of NC - 12/08/14 - "U-2 Pilot":
|Quite a story.
Men like this guy never get any attention in the press, and that's how they prefer it.
Unfortunately, but understandably, not all U-2 pilots survived to tell their stories in their old age.
Cliff Beeler was a spy.
WOWZERONI! Thanks, Haul Party!
From Margaret Elmore Tolly ('58) of VA - 12/08/14 - "Wendy's Chili":
Wendy's Chili - Save this recipe for a crisp fall day...
2 pounds fresh ground beef
1 quart or 1 (29-ounce) can tomato juice
1 (15-ounce) can tomato purée
1 (15-ounce) can red kidney beans, drained
1 can pinto beans, drained
medium-large onion, chopped (about 1 1/2 cups)
1/2 cup diced celery
1/4 cup diced green bell pepper
1/4 cup chili powder (use less for milder chili)
1 teaspoon ground cumin (use more for real flavor)
1 1/2 teaspoons garlic powder
1 teaspoon salt
1/2 teaspoon ground black pepper
1/2 teaspoon dried oregano
1/2 teaspoon sugar
1/8 teaspoon cayenne pepper
In a large skillet, brown the ground beef. Drain off the fat. Put the beef and the remaining ingredients in a 6-quart pot. Cover the pot and let the chili simmer for 1 to 1 1/2 hours, stirring every 15 minutes.
|WOWZERS! Thank you, Margaret!|
From My Friend, Jennifer, of NC - 12/08/14:
|INDEED! Thanks, Jennifer!|
From My Niece, Shari, of VA - 12/07/14 - "Food Facts, An Interesting Story, Coconut Oil & Stuff":
Anna Kendrick - Cups (Pitch Perfect's "When I'm Gone")
Thank you, Shari!
From My Husband, Paul Harty (Bardolph HS, IL - '61) of NC - 11/22/14 - "FAMILY PORTRAITS (#15 in a series of 18)":
|AWW! Thanks, Dools!|
From My Friend, Tammy, of NC - 12/07/14 - "Daily Christmas Story (#7 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 7, The
Gift of The Magi by O. Henry
dollar and eighty-seven cents. That was all. And sixty cents of it was
in pennies. Pennies saved one and two at a time by bulldozing the grocer
and the vegetable man and the butcher until one's cheeks burned with the
silent imputation of parsimony that such close dealing implied. Three
times Della counted it. One dollar and eighty- seven cents. And the next
day would be Christmas.
There was clearly nothing to do but flop down on the shabby little couch and howl. So Della did it. Which instigates the moral reflection that life is made up of sobs, sniffles, and smiles, with sniffles predominating.
While the mistress of the home is gradually subsiding from the first stage to the second, take a look at the home. A furnished flat at $8 per week. It did not exactly beggar description, but it certainly had that word on the lookout for the mendicancy squad.
In the vestibule below was a letter-box into which no letter would go, and an electric button from which no mortal finger could coax a ring. Also appertaining thereunto was a card bearing the name "Mr. James Dillingham Young."
The "Dillingham" had been flung to the breeze during a former period of prosperity when its possessor was being paid $30 per week. Now, when the income was shrunk to $20, though, they were thinking seriously of contracting to a modest and unassuming D. But whenever Mr. James Dillingham Young came home and reached his flat above he was called "Jim" and greatly hugged by Mrs. James Dillingham Young, already introduced to you as Della. Which is all very good.
Della finished her cry and attended to her cheeks with the powder rag. She stood by the window and looked out dully at a gray cat walking a gray fence in a gray backyard. Tomorrow would be Christmas Day, and she had only $1.87 with which to buy Jim a present. She had been saving every penny she could for months, with this result. Twenty dollars a week doesn't go far. Expenses had been greater than she had calculated. They always are. Only $1.87 to buy a present for Jim. Her Jim. Many a happy hour she had spent planning for something nice for him. Something fine and rare and sterling--something just a little bit near to being worthy of the honor of being owned by Jim.
There was a pier-glass between the windows of the room. Perhaps you have seen a pier-glass in an $8 flat. A very thin and very agile person may, by observing his reflection in a rapid sequence of longitudinal strips, obtain a fairly accurate conception of his looks. Della, being slender, had mastered the art.
Suddenly she whirled from the window and stood before the glass. her eyes were shining brilliantly, but her face had lost its color within twenty seconds. Rapidly she pulled down her hair and let it fall to its full length.
Now, there were two possessions of the James Dillingham Youngs in which they both took a mighty pride. One was Jim's gold watch that had been his father's and his grandfather's. The other was Della's hair. Had the queen of Sheba lived in the flat across the airshaft, Della would have let her hair hang out the window some day to dry just to depreciate Her Majesty's jewels and gifts. Had King Solomon been the janitor, with all his treasures piled up in the basement, Jim would have pulled out his watch every time he passed, just to see him pluck at his beard from envy.
So now Della's beautiful hair fell about her rippling and shining like a cascade of brown waters. It reached below her knee and made itself almost a garment for her. And then she did it up again nervously and quickly. Once she faltered for a minute and stood still while a tear or two splashed on the worn red carpet.
On went her old brown jacket; on went her old brown hat. With a whirl of skirts and with the brilliant sparkle still in her eyes, she fluttered out the door and down the stairs to the street.
Where she stopped the sign read: "Mne. Sofronie. Hair Goods of All Kinds." One flight up Della ran, and collected herself, panting. Madame, large, too white, chilly, hardly looked the "Sofronie."
"Will you buy my hair?" asked Della.
"I buy hair," said Madame. "Take yer hat off and let's have a sight at the looks of it."
Down rippled the brown cascade.
"Twenty dollars," said Madame, lifting the mass with a practised hand.
"Give it to me quick," said Della.
Oh, and the next two hours tripped by on rosy wings. Forget the hashed metaphor. She was ransacking the stores for Jim's present.
She found it at last. It surely had been made for Jim and no one else. There was no other like it in any of the stores, and she had turned all of them inside out. It was a platinum fob chain simple and chaste in design, properly proclaiming its value by substance alone and not by meretricious ornamentation--as all good things should do. It was even worthy of The Watch. As soon as she saw it she knew that it must be Jim's. It was like him. Quietness and value--the description applied to both. Twenty-one dollars they took from her for it, and she hurried home with the 87 cents. With that chain on his watch Jim might be properly anxious about the time in any company. Grand as the watch was, he sometimes looked at it on the sly on account of the old leather strap that he used in place of a chain.
When Della reached home her intoxication gave way a little to prudence and reason. She got out her curling irons and lighted the gas and went to work repairing the ravages made by generosity added to love. Which is always a tremendous task, dear friends--a mammoth task.
Within forty minutes her head was covered with tiny, close-lying curls that made her look wonderfully like a truant schoolboy. She looked at her reflection in the mirror long, carefully, and critically.
"If Jim doesn't kill me," she said to herself, "before he takes a second look at me, he'll say I look like a Coney Island chorus girl. But what could I do--oh! what could I do with a dollar and eighty- seven cents?"
At 7 o'clock the coffee was made and the frying-pan was on the back of the stove hot and ready to cook the chops.
Jim was never late. Della doubled the fob chain in her hand and sat on the corner of the table near the door that he always entered. Then she heard his step on the stair away down on the first flight, and she turned white for just a moment. She had a habit for saying little silent prayer about the simplest everyday things, and now she whispered: "Please God, make him think I am still pretty."
The door opened and Jim stepped in and closed it. He looked thin and very serious. Poor fellow, he was only twenty-two--and to be burdened with a family! He needed a new overcoat and he was without gloves.
Jim stopped inside the door, as immovable as a setter at the scent of quail. His eyes were fixed upon Della, and there was an expression in them that she could not read, and it terrified her. It was not anger, nor surprise, nor disapproval, nor horror, nor any of the sentiments that she had been prepared for. He simply stared at her fixedly with that peculiar expression on his face.
Della wriggled off the table and went for him.
"Jim, darling," she cried, "don't look at me that way. I had my hair cut off and sold because I couldn't have lived through Christmas without giving you a present. It'll grow out again--you won't mind, will you? I just had to do it. My hair grows awfully fast. Say `Merry Christmas!' Jim, and let's be happy. You don't know what a nice-- what a beautiful, nice gift I've got for you."
"You've cut off your hair?" asked Jim, laboriously, as if he had not arrived at that patent fact yet even after the hardest mental labor.
"Cut it off and sold it," said Della. "Don't you like me just as well, anyhow? I'm me without my hair, ain't I?"
Jim looked about the room curiously.
"You say your hair is gone?" he said, with an air almost of idiocy.
"You needn't look for it," said Della. "It's sold, I tell you--sold and gone, too. It's Christmas Eve, boy. Be good to me, for it went for you. Maybe the hairs of my head were numbered," she went on with sudden serious sweetness, "but nobody could ever count my love for you. Shall I put the chops on, Jim?"
Out of his trance Jim seemed quickly to wake. He enfolded his Della. For ten seconds let us regard with discreet scrutiny some inconsequential object in the other direction. Eight dollars a week or a million a year--what is the difference? A mathematician or a wit would give you the wrong answer. The magi brought valuable gifts, but that was not among them. This dark assertion will be illuminated later on.
Jim drew a package from his overcoat pocket and threw it upon the table.
"Don't make any mistake, Dell," he said, "about me. I don't think there's anything in the way of a haircut or a shave or a shampoo that could make me like my girl any less. But if you'll unwrap that package you may see why you had me going a while at first."
White fingers and nimble tore at the string and paper. And then an ecstatic scream of joy; and then, alas! a quick feminine change to hysterical tears and wails, necessitating the immediate employment of all the comforting powers of the lord of the flat.
For there lay The Combs--the set of combs, side and back, that Della had worshipped long in a Broadway window. Beautiful combs, pure tortoise shell, with jewelled rims--just the shade to wear in the beautiful vanished hair. They were expensive combs, she knew, and her heart had simply craved and yearned over them without the least hope of possession. And now, they were hers, but the tresses that should have adorned the coveted adornments were gone.
But she hugged them to her bosom, and at length she was able to look up with dim eyes and a smile and say: "My hair grows so fast, Jim!"
And them Della leaped up like a little singed cat and cried, "Oh, oh!"
Jim had not yet seen his beautiful present. She held it out to him eagerly upon her open palm. The dull precious metal seemed to flash with a reflection of her bright and ardent spirit.
"Isn't it a dandy, Jim? I hunted all over town to find it. You'll have to look at the time a hundred times a day now. Give me your watch. I want to see how it looks on it."
Instead of obeying, Jim tumbled down on the couch and put his hands under the back of his head and smiled.
"Dell," said he, "let's put our Christmas presents away and keep 'em a while. They're too nice to use just at present. I sold the watch to get the money to buy your combs. And now suppose you put the chops on."
The magi, as you know, were wise men--wonderfully wise men--who brought gifts to the Babe in the manger. They invented the art of giving Christmas presents. Being wise, their gifts were no doubt wise ones, possibly bearing the privilege of exchange in case of duplication. And here I have lamely related to you the uneventful chronicle of two foolish children in a flat who most unwisely sacrificed for each other the greatest treasures of their house. But in a last word to the wise of these days let it be said that of all who give gifts these two were the wisest. O all who give and receive gifts, such as they are wisest. Everywhere they are wisest. They are the magi.
Thank you so very much, Tammy!
|BONUS CHRISTMAS CROCHET PATTERNS:|
Once in Royal David's City Words by Cecil Frances Alexander (April 1818 - 23 Oct 1895), 1848 Music: "Irby", by Henry John Gauntlett (09 July 1805 - 21 Feb 1876), 1849 Once in royal David's city stood a lowly cattle shed, where a mother laid her baby in a manger for his bed: Mary was that mother mild, Jesus Christ her little child. He came down to earth from heaven, who is God and Lord of all, and his shelter was a stable, and his cradle was a stall; with the poor, the scorned, the lowly, lived on earth our Savior holy. And, through all his wondrous childhood, he would honor and obey, love and watch the lowly maiden in whose gentle arms he lay: Christian children all must be mild, obedient, good as he. For he is our childhood's pattern, day by day like us he grew; he was little, weak and helpless, tears and smiles like us he knew. and he feeleth for our sadness, and he shareth in our gladness. And our eyes at last shall see him, through his own redeeming love; for that Child who seemed so helpless is our Lord in heaven above; and he leads his children on to the place where he is gone. Not in that poor lowly stable, with the oxen standing round, we shall see him; but in heaven, set at God's right hand on high; when like stars his children crowned, all in white shall wait around.
Royal David's City" midi courtesy of
http://delongfarms.com/m_frame.html - 12/01/06
Animated Tiny Birthday Cake clip art courtesy of Sarah Puckett Kressaty ('65) of
VA - 08/31/05
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!!
Siuslaw High School's Viking Logo clip art courtesy of http://www.answers.com/topic/minnesotavikings-1000-png - 12/27/07
Coast Guard Seal clip art courtesy of http://www.tioh.hqda.pentagon.mil/SealsEmblems/USCG.htm - 10/03/07
Christmas Bell clip art (designed by Art Holden) courtesy of