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12/09/17 - NNHS Newsletter -
Hark! The Herald Angels Sing!

“Oh! lovely voices of the sky
Which hymned the Saviour's birth,
Are ye not singing still on high,
Ye that sang, 'Peace on earth'?”

- Felicia Hemans

Dear Friends and Schoolmates,

   This is one of my own favorite Christmas carols!

BONUS #1 - Hark, The Herald Angels Sing - St. Paul's Cathedral, London

BONUS #2 - Hark, The Herald Angels Sing - The Blenders: Tim Kasper, Ryan Lance, Darren Rust, and Allan Rust, 2011

BONUS #3 - Hark, The Herald Angels Sing - Jewel, 2008

BONUS #4 - Hark, The Herald Angels Sing - The Mormon Tabernacle Choir and Orchestra, 2013


From http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hark!_The_Herald_Angels_Sing:

"Hark! The Herald Angels Sing" is a Christmas carol that first appeared in 1739 in the collection Hymns and Sacred Poems, having been written by Charles Wesley. A somber man, Wesley had requested and received slow and solemn music for his lyrics, not the joyful tune expected today. Moreover, Wesley's original opening couplet is "Hark! how all the welkin rings / Glory to the King of Kings".[1]

The popular version is the result of alterations by various hands, notably by Wesley's co-worker George Whitefield who changed the opening couplet to the familiar one, and by Felix Mendelssohn. A hundred years after the publication of Hymns and Sacred Poems, in 1840, Mendelssohn composed a cantata to commemorate Johann Gutenberg's invention of the printing press, and it is music from this cantata, adapted by the English musician William H. Cummings to fit the lyrics of “Hark! The Herald Angels Sing”, that propels the carol known today.[2][3

In 1855, English musician William H. Cummings adapted Felix Mendelssohn's secular music from Festgesang to fit the lyrics of "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing" written by Charles Wesley.[4] Wesley envisioned the song being sung to the same tune as his song "Christ the Lord Is Risen Today",[5] and in some hymnals, is included along with the more popular version.

This hymn was regarded as one of the Great Four Anglican Hymns and published as number 403 in "The Church Hymn Book" (New York and Chicago, USA, 1872). [6]

In the UK, "Hark! The Herald Angels Sing" has popularly been performed in an arrangement that maintains the basic original William H. Cummings harmonisation of the Mendelssohn tune for the first two verses but adds a soprano descant and a last verse harmonisation for the organ in verse 3 by Sir David Willcocks. This arrangement was first published in 1961 by Oxford University Press in the first book of the Carols for Choirs series. For many years it has served as the recessional hymn of the annual Service of Nine Lessons and Carols in King's College Chapel, Cambridge.[7]

An uncommon arrangement of the hymn to the tune "See, the Conqu'ring hero comes" from Judas Maccabaeus (Handel) normally associated with the hymn Thine Be the Glory is traditionally[8] used as the recessional hymn of the Festival of Nine Lessons and Carols from St Patrick's Cathedral, Dublin. This is broadcast live each year on Christmas Eve on RTÉ Radio 1. The usual (first) three verses are divided into six verses each with chorus. The arrangement features a brass fanfare with drums in addition to the cathedral organ and takes about seven and a half minutes to sing. The Victorian organist W. H. Jude, in his day a popular composer, also composed a new setting of the work, published in his Music and the Higher Life.[9]


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 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;

16 -   Betty Brockwell McClure ('58) of MA!

   Many Happy Returns, One and All!

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


100 YEARS AGO TODAY:

December 09, 1917 - World War I: Field Marshal Allenby captured Jerusalem, Palestine.


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 1967:
Saturday, December 09, 1967 - Violinist and conductor Joshua Bell was born Joshua David Bell in Bloomington, Indiana.

Saturday, December 09, 1967 - Footballer and manager Jason Dozzell was born Jason Irvin Winans Dozzell in Ipswich, Suffolk, England.

Saturday, December 09, 1967 - Footballer Gheorghe Popescu was born in Calafat, Dolj County, Romania.

Saturday, December 09, 1967 - The 3rd President of the European Court of Justice, Charles Léon Hammes (b. Charles Léon Hammes on 21 May 1898 in Falk, German Empire [now Faulquemont, France]), died at the age of 69, possibly in Luxembourg.


“If I cannot fly, let me sing.”

- Stephen Sondheim
(b. 22 Mar 1930)


From Joan Lauterbach Krause ('60) of VA - 12/09/17:

   Thank you, Joan!
 
 


  From John Murden ('60) of VA - 12/09/17:

   Be careful out there on your way to the store ...

      Thanks, John!

 
 

 


  From My Friend, Daniel Pratt (Foothills Composite HS, Alberta - '02) of Alberta, Canada - 12/08/17:

  EXACTAMUNDO!  Thank you, Daniel!
 
 


From My Friend, Tina, then of NC - 12/08/13 - "Candy Cane Wreath":

  Candy Cane Wreath

This is a wonderful conversation starter as well as a gift


20 candy canes arranged as shown.
Tie them two by two facing each other.
You can hot glue a decoration to the center to keep the ends together.
Glue small round ornaments to each set you tied.
Hang with ribbon.

   Oh, how pretty! Thanks, Tina!

 
 


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

- Caroline Rhea
(b. 13 Apr 1964)


 From Bill Hobbs ('66) of Northern VA - 11/12/17 - "Good words from Charlie Brown (#9 in a Series of 10)":

    Thank you, Billy!
 
 


BONUS CHRISTMAS STORY:

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. Of 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!
16 Free Crochet Angel Patterns - "Angels are some of the most beautiful symbols known to man. People rely on angels to take care of their family members and they speak to angels on good thoughts, they are messengers from God, spiritual beings. Angels can be all around us whether you can see them or not. With that said, you can see them anytime you want if you crochet some lovely patterns. You can use free crochet angel patterns like these to keep them with you at all times. Keep them out to decorate your home year-round or make them to give as gifts. Angels make lovely decorations around the holidays, too."


BONUS CHRISTMAS RECIPES:

  From Me ('65) of NC - 12/09/11 - "Southern Spicy Ginger Bread and Warm Lemon Sauce"

   This is one of my favorite recipe combinations which I've been making for over forty years!

Southern Spicy Ginger Bread

  2 eggs
3/4 cup brown sugar
3/4 cup molasses
3/4 cup melted butter
2-1/2 cups flour
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
  2 teaspoons soda
1-1/2 teaspoons cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon nutmeg
1/2 teaspoon cloves
2 teaspoons ginger
1 cup boiling water
 
 
   Add beaten eggs to sugar, molasses, and melted butter. Then add dry ingredients which have been mixed and sifted. Add gradually, the boiling water to the mixture and bake at 350 degrees in individual or shallow pans. Serve with warm lemon sauce. May top with whipped cream.

- Mrs. M. H. Marshall, Appomattox County, Virginia


Lemon Sauce (DeLuxe)

  Butter size of large egg
1 cup sugar
1 egg
  1/2 teaspoon nutmeg
1 lemon (juice and most of rind, grated)
1/3 cup boiling water
 
 
  
Cream butter and sugar well. Add well beaten egg, nutmeg, juice and rind of lemon. Beat several minutes, then add slowly the boiling water. Bring just to boil (do not boil).

- Mrs. Ruth Robertson, Lancaster County, Virginia

 

  From Me ('65) of NC - 12/08/12 - "Peanut Butter Fudge":

 

 

 
 


FINALLY:

From www.ajokeaday.com - 12/08/17:

As a little girl climbed onto Santa's lap, he asked her the usual question, "And what would you like for Christmas?"

The child stared at him open mouthed and horrified for a minute, then gasped, "Didn't you get my text?"


DATES TO REMEMBER:

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.


PRAYER ROLL:

http://www.nnhs65.com/requests-prayers.html - updated 06/10/17

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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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Hark! the Herald Angels Sing

(“Hark the herald angels sing” was written by
Charles Wesley (18 Dec 1707 – 29 Mar 1788), brother of John Wesley (28 June 1703 – 02 Mar 1791),
founder of the Methodist church, in 1739. A somber man, he requested slow and solemn music for his lyrics and thus “Hark the herald angels sing”
was sung to a different tune initially. Over a hundred years later
Felix Mendelssohn (03 Feb 1809 - 04 Nov1847) composed a cantata in 1840
to commemorate Johann Gutenberg's invention of the printing press. English musician
William H. Cummings (22 Aug 1831 – 10 June 1915) adapted
Mendelssohn’s music to fit the lyrics of “Hark the herald angels sing” already written by Wesley.)


Hark the herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!
Peace on earth and mercy mild
God and sinners reconciled"
Joyful, all ye nations rise
Join the triumph of the skies
With the angelic host proclaim:
"Christ is born in Bethlehem"
Hark! The herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!"

Christ by highest heav'n adored
Christ the everlasting Lord!
Late in time behold Him come
Offspring of a Virgin's womb
Veiled in flesh the Godhead see
Hail the incarnate Deity
Pleased as man with man to dwell
Jesus, our Emmanuel
Hark! The herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!"

Hail the heav'n-born Prince of Peace!
Hail the Son of Righteousness!
Light and life to all He brings
Ris'n with healing in His wings
Mild He lays His glory by
Born that man no more may die
Born to raise the sons of earth
Born to give them second birth
Hark! The herald angels sing
"Glory to the newborn King!"


"Hark, the Herald Angels Sing" midi courtesy of http://www.lockergnome.com/midi/ - 11/23/05

"Hark, the Herald Angels Sing" lyrics and history courtesy of http://www.carols.org.uk/hark_the_herald_angels_sing.htm - 12/04/05

Image of "The Holy Night" (1522) by Antonio Allegri Correggio (c.1489 - 1534) courtesy of http://rbraley.tripod.com/xmasart.html - 12/08/05

Image of "The Nativity" (1523) by Lorenzo Lotto (c.1480 - 1556/1557) courtesy of http://rbraley.tripod.com/xmasart.html - 12/08/05

Angel Divider Line clip art courtesy of http://www.hellasmultimedia.com/webimages/christ-htm/lines-christ1.htm - 12/05/05

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

Big Grin Smiley courtesy of Domi O'Brien ('64) of NH - 07/05/09
Thanks, Domi!

Foothills Composite High School Provincials' logo courtesy of http://provincials.asaa.ca/page.cfm?s=70 - 05/34/13

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

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 http://www.animationfactory.com - 12/08/05

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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