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12/09/15 - NNHS Newsletter - Sing We All Noel

“Sing hey! Sing hey!
For Christmas Day;
Twine mistletoe and holly.
For a friendship glows
In winter snows,
And so let's all be jolly!”

- Author Unknown

Dear Friends and Schoolmates,

   I thought we would surely have at least ten versions of this lovely old French carol, but I did at least find this one! 

BONUS - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ir4_ut925CM - Sing We All Noel


REMINDER:

  
   Don't forget the Big Football Game this Saturday:

Navy vs. Army
Saturday, December 12, 3:00 PM on CBS
Lincoln Financial Field, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

   Go Navy!


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);

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 MA!

   Many Happy Returns, One and All!

http://www.nnhs65.com/Happy-Birthday.html 


THIS DAY IN WWII:

December 09, 1940 - Operation Compass British and Indian troops under the command of Major-General Richard O'Connor attacked Italian forces near Sidi 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, 1941 - The 19th Bombardment Group attacked Japanese ships off the coast of Vigan, Luzon.

December 09, 1946 - The "Subsequent Nuremberg Trials" began with the "Doctors' Trial", prosecuting doctors alleged to be involved in human experimentation.

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 1965:

Thursday, December 09, 1965 - Kecksburg UFO incident: A fireball was seen from Michigan to Pennsylvania; witnesses reported something crashing in the woods near Pittsburgh. In 2005 NASA admitted that it examined the object.

Thursday, December 09, 1965 - A Charlie Brown Christmas, first in a series of Peanuts television specials, debuted on CBS.

Thursday, December 09, 1965 - Baseball player and coach Joe Ausanio was born Joseph John Ausanio in Kingston, New York.

Thursday, December 09, 1965 - Baseball player and manager Branch Rickey (b. Wesley Branch Rickey on 20 Dec 1884 in Stockdale, Ohio) died in Columbia, Missouri shortly before his 84th birthday.


 


“If I cannot fly, let me sing.”

- Stephen Sondheim
(b. 22 Mar 1930)


 


NEW ON SITE:

     From Me ('65) of NC - 11/24/15 - Courtesy of   Domi O'Brien ('64) of NH - "Brand New Page: Launchings - 1964":

p. 14 p. 15 p. 16 p. 17
12/09/15 12/09/15 12/09/15 12/09/15


    Thanks again, Domi!


    From Rick Harman ('65) of VA - 12/05/15 - "  Allan Jenkins - Class of 1965":

Hi, Carol,

I think that there was a very short obituary for Allan recently in the Daily Press. All services were private but I am reasonably sure it was him. I know where his wife works. Let me know if you need me to look this up for you.

I hope that you are doing okay, as well as your family.

Take care

Rick Harman
   

    Thank you, Rick! Even though Allan's obituary was extraordinarily brief when it was published on 11/24/15, I recognized him instantly and made his Memorial Newsletter that same morning.

   We four Fayettevillians are much healthier than we were last year when we spent the entire month celebrating with severe flu, bronchitis, pneumonia, and what have you. I myself am not doing nearly as well as I would like; life decidedly was much more fun a dozen years ago. It would be a stretch to say I am still vertical, as I now walk with two canes when I'm not using a walker, but I am, at least, above ground.


From My Friend, April, of NC - 12/08/15:

  OUTSTANDING! Thank you, April!
 
 


  From Marc Snyder ('65) of NC - 12/08/15:

    Thanks, Marc!
 
 


From My Friend, Chloe, of KY - 12/08/15:

   Thanks, Chloe!
 
 


“My favorite machine at the gym is the vending machine.”

- Caroline Rhea
(b. 13 Apr 1964)



  
From Bill Hobbs ('66) of Northern VA - 11/16/15 - "Signs of the Times (#19 in a series of 21)":
 
     Thanks, Billy!
 
 


BONUS CHRISTMAS STORY:


PRAYER ROLL:

http://www.nnhs65.com/requests-prayers.html - updated 12/05/15

BLOG:

http://nnhs.wordpress.com/ - updated 03/13/11



   Y'all take good care of each other!  TYPHOONS FOREVER! 
We'll Always Have Buckroe!

                          Love to all, Carol
 

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Carol Buckley Harty
7020 Lure Court
Fayetteville, NC 28311-9309
910-
584-8802
 


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Sing We All Noel


Sing we all Noel, hear the music all around.
Sing we all Noel, let the joy resound.

Noel, noel, noel, let our voices rise
As we sing a song of praise and lift our music to the skies.
Noel, noel, noel, sing it loud and clear
so that all on earth may know our joy this season of the year.

Sing we all Noel, with a joyous rondelay.
Sing we all Noel, hear the news today.

Sing we all Noel, a joyous song of praise
To our God incarnate, exalt Him all our days

Sing we all Noel, the gladsome tidings bring
Lift our God on high as His praises now we sing.
Sing we all Noel, our hearts with love aflame
Praising Christ our Saviour, we bless His holy name.

Sing we all Noel, to Jesus Christ on high
For our sins He suffered, left Heaven's throne to die.

Sing we all Noel, with all our heart's great joy
In our Saviour's praises our song we now employ.


"Sing We All Noel" midi courtesy of http://delongfarms.com/m_frame.html - 10/06/09

"Sing We All Noel" lyrics courtesy of http://www.prose-n-poetry.com/christmas_song/105 - 12/08/09

Image of Christmas at Notre Dame courtesy of http://frenchletters.wordpress.com/2007/12/21/noel-noel-noel-sing-we-noel/ - 12/08/09

Gold Leaf Divider Line clip art courtesy of http://www.wtv-zone.com/nevr2l82/bars4.html - 01/05/06

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 http://www1.va.gov/opa/feature/celebrate/milsongs.htm - 07/07/06

Hampton High 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

Coast Guard Seal clip art courtesy of http://www.tioh.hqda.pentagon.mil/SealsEmblems/USCG.htm - 10/03/07

Animated Laughter clip art courtesy of Janice McCain Rose ('65) of VA - 01/24/06
Thanks, Janice!

Animated Dancing Teddy courtesy of Sandi Bateman Chestnut ('65) of VA - 03/08/11
Thanks, Sandi!

Navy Seal clip art courtesy of http://www.onemileup.com/miniSeals.asp - 05/29/06

Animated Laughing Kitten courtesy of Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of VA - 07/29/08
Thanks, Joyce!

Animated Ringing Christmas Bell clip art (designed by Art Holden) courtesy of http://www.animationfactory.com - 12/08/05

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

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From My Friend, Tammy, of UT - 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
 

One 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:
  http://www.mooglyblog.com/10-free-last-minute-christmas-crochet-patterns/ - 10 Free Last Minute Christmas Crochet Patterns!

http://www.mooglyblog.com/crochet-gift-ideas-100-yards/ - 20 Quick Crochet Gift Ideas: Less Than 100 Yards Each!
 


BONUS GLUTEN-FREE HOLIDAY COOKIE RECIPES:

    From Susie Overton Jones ('63) of VA - 12/08/14 - "9 Gluten-Free Cookie Recipes for the Holidays":

http://www.chow.com/food-news/158242/9-gluten-free-cookie-recipes-for-the-holidays/ - 9 Gluten-Free Cookie Recipes for the Holidays - "Christmas cookies, holiday cookies, winter treats—whatever you want to call them, they used to be the perfect gift. Everyone loved getting a little tin of homemade cookies. Coworkers, friends, neighbors, even the mailman and doorman were delighted! No longer. The culprit was nuts at first. Then gluten. Or Paleo. Suddenly cookies were unwelcome and rebuffed on every doorstep without careful screening of ingredients and allergens; plus, let's be honest, who can keep track of which cousin can’t have Brazil nuts or that your office manager is gluten-free?! To solve the problem of juggling allergies and intolerances, we’ve constructed the perfect roundup of allergen-friendly holiday cookie recipes to please everyone on your list."

   Thanks, Susie!


FINALLY:

From www.ajokeaday.com - 12/08/15:

A farm boy accidentally overturned his wagon of corn. The farmer who lived nearby heard the noise and yelled over to the boy, "Hey, Willis, forget your troubles. Come in and visit with us. I'll help you get the wagon up later."

"That's mighty nice of you," Willis answered, "but I don't think Pa would like that."

"Aw, come on, boy," the farmer insisted.

"Well okay," the boy finally agreed, and added, "but Pa won't like it."

After a hearty dinner, Willis thanked his host. "I feel a lot better now, but I know Pa is going to be real upset."

"Don't be foolish!" the neighbor said with a smile. "By the way, where is he?"

"Under the wagon."


DATES TO REMEMBER:
1. Wednesday, January 13, 2016 - 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.