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12/11/08 - NNHS Newsletter
We Are the Reason

“For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son,
that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.”

-  John 3: 16

Dear Friends and Schoolmates, 

   Today's Newsletter theme is also new to us this year.

BONUS - - We Are the Reason - Sung by the composer, David Meece



     Happy Birthday tomorrow to    Mary Massey Lyle ('61) of NJ AND      Marcus C. Higgins ('65) of AZ AND       Tom Norris (Hampton HS - '73) AND   My #2 Daughter-in-Law, Bethany Winona Harty (Siuslaw HS, OR - '94) of OR!

   Happy Birthday this week to:

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;

17 -   Tom Oxner ('65) of AR;

18 - James Strickland ('57)!

   Many Happy Returns to You All!

  From Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of VA - 12/09/08 - "Candy Cane" - repeated from yesterday because it MATCHES, doncha know! :

This is so nice. I hope you enjoy it.  Have a truly blessed Christmas holiday.

This is a beautiful legend of the candy cane. 
As you watch do not click on anything (except "Start") as it will automatically turn the pages for you.

   I really did enjoy this, Joyce, thanks! will tell you that the legend isn't really true, but simply
"latter day attempts to infuse secular holiday traditions with specifically religious origins and meanings."

    To all such unimaginative souls who choose to believe that symbolism cannot be aptly and justly ascribed after the fact, I say - BAH! HUMBUG!!! You eat your candy cane and I'll eat mine!

   Merry Christmas, Lady!

  From Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of VA - 12/09/08 - "Christmas Greeting to you":

I know it's early but we want to be the first to send this special message to those we love and respect.

With 2 weeks before Christmas REMEMBER:

Jesus is Better than Santa


lives at the North Pole;
JESUS is everywhere.

Santa rides in a sleigh;  JESUS rides on the wind and walks on the water.

Santa comes but once a year; JESUS is an ever present help.

Santa fills your stockings with goodies; JESUS supplies all your needs.

Santa comes down your chimney uninvited; JESUS stands at your door and knocks...

And then enters your heart.

You have to stand in line to see Santa; JESUS is as close as the mention of His name.

Santa lets you sit on his lap; JESUS lets you rest in His arms.

Santa doesn't know your name; all he can say is "Hi, little boy or girl, What's your name?"

JESUS knew our name before we did.

Not only does He know our name, He knows our address, too. He knows our history and
future and He even knows how many hairs are on our heads.

Santa has a belly like a bowl full of jelly; JESUS has a heart full of love.

All Santa can offer is HO HO HO; JESUS offers health, help, and hope.

Santa says, "You better not cry"; JESUS says, "Cast all your cares on me for I care for you.

Santa's little helpers make toys; JESUS makes new life, mends wounded hearts, repairs broken homes and builds mansions.

Santa may make you chuckle, but JESUS gives you joy that is your strength.

While Santa puts gifts under your tree, JESUS became our gift and died on the tree.

It's obvious there is really no comparison.

We need to remember WHO Christmas is all about.

We need to put Christ back in Christmas.

Jesus is still the reason for the season.

May the Lord Bless and Watch over you and your loved ones this Christmas 2008 And may He prosper and bless the work  of your hands in the New Year.

   Thank you so much, Joyce! I'm accustomed to frequently holding a minority opinion, but I may be one of the only people in the country who views this "problem" as I do.  Perhaps that's because I arrived at this conclusion when I was six years old, and never saw enough cause or reason to amend it.

   I used to lie awake nights in the days and weeks both preceding and following Christmas, and ponder this in my heart.  It was those song lyrics that started it all for me:

     He sees you when you're sleeping
     He knows when you're awake
     He knows if you've been bad or good
     So be good for goodness sake!

   How could that be?!? Only Heavenly Father had that capability - and yet....

   Then there was the matter of finding me (and presumably all those other children as well). How did Santa Claus know that in 1953, I would be spending Christmas in Richmond, instead of at Clintwood where we had lived all year??  And in 1954, when we had moved to Stuart Homes in a second floor apartment, how was he going to navigate with no chimney to descend??

   And most of all, there remained that question of how did Santa know about The Most Beautiful Doll in the World who inexplicably showed up under my grandmother's tree when I was six years old??  I had told not a soul how much I wanted her!  I had not even dared hope for such a thing

   I worried and wondered and pondered - until I remembered something I had heard - Heavenly Father often uses people on earth to accomplish His missions and goals.  Surely that was the answer - that was the job and role of Santa Claus - to spread joy at the direction of his Heavenly Father who carefully instructed him!  And if Santa couldn't do it all himself, then surely he delegated others to help him.

   So it all made sense at last.  And the two were not at cross purposes; they were simply elements of all that was good and right and beautiful with the world - which included gorgeous decorations to bring us joy, as though the earth itself was ecstatic to celebrate the birth of Christ - and Hanukkah - and a Winter Solstice - and whatever other wonders (such as snowfalls) converged at this blessed time of year, so we can all rejoice together.

   And that is why I love everything about Christmas, even all the things which tend to annoy and disturb others, because that's the way my childlike mind prefers to perceive it.

   Merry Christmas, Lady!

  From Ron Miller ('59) of NC - 12/10/08 - "Joyce Bulifant":

Hi Carol -- I've been "on the road again" for a few days, so haven't had a chance to get up to date on the NNHS newsletters.
It's amazing sometimes what asking a few questions will cause. I had asked 2 or 3 weeks ago if anyone had gone to school in the early years with the actress Joyce Bulifant, after I discovered she was an NN native.
What led to the questions was the fact that I have always enjoyed reading biographies of various people of note, and in particular bio's of natives of the area; therefore my interest in her history in the area.
It turned out that Joyce and   Neta Collins Hastings ('60) of VA are related, and through Neta's graciousness, I ended up hearing from Joyce. Here's part of what Joyce had to say:
" husband, Roger Perry, and I have been doing benefits to raise money for schools, the Dyslexia Foundation and  Childhelp an organization for abused children,  a national organization.... We do a show called "Life Upon the Wicked Stage." It is really my story told with music, slides and film. I talk about the famous people in my life and my love story with Roger is interwoven. Might  this  be something of interest to help raise money for NNHS? Perhaps for their drama program. We perform for free only asking for airfare and a place to stay. Just a thought.

I did leave NN when I was very young, but spent many happy times with my Aunt Neta at her home in NN. My father worked in the shipyard...."

That's quite an amazing offer!

Of course, I informed her of the demise of NNHS, and that I would forward this info on to you for possible inclusion in the newsletter. Hopefully there is someone who reads this newsletter who has contacts to an organization that would be willing to sponsor such a show.
I should think that with the right sponsor (Rotary? Kiwanis? Jr Women? Local Media? All the above?) and sufficient advertising, that quite a bit of money could be raised for any local HS drama departments and the charities she mentions.
Here's hoping for a blessed Christmas and New Year for all.
And special blessings and thanks to you Carol, for all you do for us.

   WOWZERONI-RINI-ROONI!!! That's amazing, Ronnie! Thanks so much - and Merry Christmas to you and yours!

   "Anyone? Anyone?"

  From Jay Styles ('68) of VA - 12/10/08 - "Faith":

This is a story about a dog who was born on Christmas Eve in  2002.  

He was born with 3 legs - 2 healthy hind legs and 1 abnormal front leg which needed to be amputated.

He of course could not walk when he was born.  Even his mother did not want him.

He was rejected and scorned.

His first owner also did not think that he could survive. Therefore, he was thinking of putting him to sleep..

At this time, his present owner, Jude Stringfellow, came into his life and wanted to take care of him.  

She was determined to teach and train this dog to walk by himself..  She thought, all we need is a little faith.

Therefore, she named him, 'Faith.'

In the beginning, she put Faith on a surf board to let him feel the movements of the water.  Later she used peanut butter on a spoon as a lure and to reward him for standing up and jumping around.  Even the other dogs at home helped to encourage him to walk.   Amazingly, after only 6 months, like a miracle, Faith learned to balance on his 2 hind legs and jumped to move forward.  After further training in the snow, he can now walk like a human being.


Faith loves to walk around now.

No matter where he goes, he just attracts all the people around him. He is now becoming famous on the international scene. He has appeared in various newspapers and TV shows. There is even one book entitled, With a Little Faith, being published about him.

His present owner, Jude Stringfellow, has given up her teaching job and plans to take him around the world to preach, 'that even without a perfect body, one can have a perfect soul.'

In life there are always undesirable things.

Perhaps a person who feels things are not going as well as they could will feel better if they change their point of view and see things from another perspective.

Perhaps this message will bring fresh new ways of thinking to everyone.

Perhaps everyone can appreciate and be thankful for each beautiful day that follows.


Life is the continual demonstration of the power of thinking positive and having faith..

Believe in yourself.

Never lose faith.

 Thanks so much, Jay Sweetie! Merry Christmas!

From Eva Ellis Madagan ('61) of FL - 12/10/08 - "The Website of all Websites":

Website of Websites

You'll probably want to bookmark this one!  

What A Handy Tool! 


Just Point and click !  

Then pick a site !   'BOOM'   And there it is !

   WOWZERONI-RINI!!! This is soooo cool! Thank you so much, Eva! Merry Christmas!

    From Jerry Blanchard ('62) of VA - 12/10/08:


I am sending this now so I do not forget. (Not me) My wife and I want to wish you and yours a VERY Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year...Please enjoy your time away, and do not let it be occupied by this page. Have fun and enjoy your family. You NEED and deserve it.

Barbara (West Point High 1967) and Jerry Blanchard (CLASS of 62) of Va.

   Thank you so much, Sweetie-Pies! Merry Christmas to you both!

      From Me ('65) of NC - 12/10/08 - "And speaking of food...":

   This is another recipe I might make while I'm visiting in Illinois:

Frances' Fabulous Pineapple Cake

2 beaten eggs
2 cups sugar
2 cups sifted flour
2 tsp. baking powder
1 (20-oz.) can undrained crushed pineapple
1 tsp. vanilla
1 cup chopped walnuts or pecans
   Combine ingredients, and mix until smooth. Pour into greased 9" x 13" pan.  Bake at 350 degrees approximately 45 minutes.  Frost while hot.  Chill.  Cake tastes much better when chilled.


1 (8-oz.) pkg. cream cheese
1/2 stick butter
1 3/4 cup powdered sugar
1 tsp. vanilla

   Beat softened cream cheese and butter with beater.  Add powdered sugar and vanilla, and beat until smooth.

                                        - Frances Pratt Weatherford, Norfolk, VA

From - 12/10/08 - " A Healthy Perspective":

Inspiration - Yelling At God At 3:47am
By Scott Thayer, Dec. 4, 2008


EI am convinced that the most stressful time of the day is between 2 and 4am. What is it about the early morning hours that make all the struggles in life seem insurmountable? There I was, lying wide awake in my bed experience one of the most stressful moments of the week. It was 3:47am, I was awoken out of a pleasant sleep only to turn 17 more hairs on my head grey. You see, for the past year or so of my life the only time I truly experienced peace was when I was unconscious. I longed for sleep as an escape from my immediate reality. Have you ever longed for sleep as an escape? If you have then you know exactly what I’m talking about. I have come to appreciate the 5-8 hours of sleep as not only an aid to my health, but as a mental and spiritual recharge that fuels me for the next day.

So there I was, lying flat on my back at 3:47am and the stress began to set in. How am I going to pay the rent this month? Where is the money going to come from to put food in my kids bellies? Will I ever find love again? The questions and worries go on and on. Have you been there? Have you ever asked the question “where is the hope I used to have”? These are questions I seem to be asking myself on a regular basis. I even took it farther, asking, “why am I still here”? What’s the point of existing if all your existence provides you with is pain? See, these are the questions that flood the mind at 3:47am.

Now it’s about 4am, I’m wide awake, frustrated, worried, and panicked, at my wits end. What do you do at this moment? Seriously, lying on my bed only seems to allow my mind the freedom to travel to the worst case scenario. Well, I’d like to say that I went out to my living room, cracked open my Bible and sought God for direction and peace. But, I was mad at God and felt like He has failed me, so why would I want to spend another minute with Him? Of course, we know that God has never failed mankind; rather, it’s the choices of mankind that leads to the sorrow and pain we experience. And unfortunately, the innocent are affected by the selfishness of others more the one committing the selfish act. So instead of going to God, I decided to pace my hallway, I know, clever right? Wrong, it made matter worse. I spent about 5 minutes pacing and all I accomplished was wearing out the carpet. I then made my way to the couch thinking that Sportscenter re-runs will help ease my mind. Well it did for a few minutes until I saw an expose on a NFL player that rivaled a MTV Cribs episode. This guy had it all, my dream car, dream house, dream location and the family to boot. Needless to say it didn’t help. So where did that leave me?

It’s 4:34am now and I’m covered in Wheat Thin crumbs, on my couch steaming mad and stressed to the 9th degree. Finally I began a conversation with God. ”God, are you still around? Do you see or even know about the struggles I’m going through? I’ve given you 14 years of my life helping and serving others and this is the thanks I receive. If this is how you reward your servants, then I want nothing to do with it. God, you know the bills that are hanging over my head, you know the emotional hurt that I’ve had to endure the past year with the unwanted divorce and yet you have seemingly gone quiet. I’m done God, I don’t want to live anymore! I want the life of no tears, sorrows or pain. Can I have that now? Seriously, that sounds great, bring it on. God, I understand you’re sovereign and have your best interest at heart and I’m supposed to be ok with that. Well, sometimes I think you are a bit unfair (at this point, my voice is escalating). You are a liar! You promised great things and what do I have? Outrageous debt, pain, sorrow and hopelessness. Where the hell are you God? Why have you turned your back on me? What have I done to piss you off?” At this point I was up off my couch and waving my hands in the air as an attempt to demonstrate my anger. It was then I got my response…
The response didn’t come from a loud or angry voice. It didn’t even come from a soft audible voice. Rather, the response came via a glimpse of my sleeping 10 year old boy. The moment I saw him in my peripheral I collapsed. Did the stress and worry go away? Not at all, in fact it increased. But for some reason my panic attack went away. Rather than continuing to whine and complain I began asking for direction and provision. My conversation with God went from being accusatory to supplication. You see, God showed me that He as laden me with a great responsibility of raising 3 children. He didn’t make a mistake loaning these children to me. He is not saying to Himself “Dang it, why did I give Thayer those kids”. I firmly believe that God knows what he’s doing.

It was about 5am now and I began to regain my composure. I am a big believer in perspective. When we step back and gain a healthy perspective the trials and tribulations of life don’t go away, they just become surmountable. This begs the question, how do we maintain a proper perspective? Here are two steps that seem to really reel me back in from panic land.

#1 Look to the past
The past can be a tremendous source of comfort. Remember as a kid when we used to go for long bike rides and occasionally look back in amazement at how far we’d gone. Or go on a hike up to the waterfalls of Yosemite and stand in amazement at how far you hiked. Well the same principle applies in our lives. In the midst of turmoil it helps me a great deal to remind myself of all the past obstacles I once thought were impossible to overcome, only to be better off after it was over. I asked myself the question at 5:15am that morning, why would God have brought me this far in life only to allow me to fail now? He’s just preparing me for what’s to come. I can only experience what’s to come tomorrow if I endure today. My encouragement to you is to take some time and write out stories of how you have overcome the past tragedies in life and the benefits that came from them. It might take a while, but trust me; it’s worth every minute you give it.

#2 Keep Your Eyes Open
I know what you’re thinking, duh Scott we have to keep our eyes open. I mean both physically and metaphorically. Remember that famous scene in Rocky where Rocky is getting the crap beaten out of him? The bell rings and he heads back to the corner, with his eyes swollen shut, he can’t see a thing. He’s in the fight of his life and can’t see 2 feet in front of him. What does he say? That’s right “Cut me Mick”. You see by cutting the top of his eyelids he allowed the swelling go down so he could see his opponent. Not much different then what we have to do. But instead of getting cut by Mick, we need to ask the following question, “God, can you let me see the areas in my life where you are blessing me”? Ya, I know, it’s a really hard question to ask at times. In my studies of the Old Testament I’ve discovered that it’s OK to ask God for proof of His involvement. Those stories are for another time. But, the point is, if we truly seek His proof, He’ll provide it. All we have to do is keep our eyes open for His answers. Sometimes his answers are right in front of our eyes and were embarrassed for not seeing it sooner. That’s ok too; God is pretty patient with us. My challenge is to take your expectation of a huge sign from God and look to the least likely avenue of answers. No, keeping your eyes open doesn’t take the pain away; it just takes away the feeling of being all alone in the trial. Don’t give up! Don’t throw in the towel; no matter the difficulty of your situation wanting to end one’s life is never the answer. Our answers are all around us, we just have to open our eyes to them.

Now it’s 5:48am, I request one more thing from God, it went something like this… “Ok God, I get it, thank you for letting me vent, (by the way, it’s ok to yell at God as long as it comes from a humble heart) thank you for the reminder of a proper perspective. I understand that you have been with me through the past trials and nothing takes you by surprise and that you are working this one out to your benefit, but I really need sleep. I have a huge day planned with the kids and I don’t want to be a grump, can you please allow me to get back to sleep?” Suddenly it was 8:15am and my 8 year old (Blake) was standing next to my bed gently rubbing my back and asking if he could play “Club Penguin” on my computer.

Author's Bio

Scott is a dedicated Father of 3 living in the Seattle area. He has spent the past 14 years speaking and serving families. He is passionate about the need for society to slow down and appreciate every moment of life. To contact Scott, simply e-mail him at

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  From Ruth Ann Reece Horace ('67) of FL - 12/10/08 - "Merry Christmas!!":

Merry Christmas!    

   WILD GIGGLES!!! Thanks, Ruthie! Merry Christmas to you!

        From David Whitley ('67) of VA - 12/03/08 (but not discovered until 12/08/08) - "All these pictures are made from FOOD" (#4 in a Series of 7):

This is really cool, look closely at each picture; most everything is a kind of food.

Lots of detail & tons more imagination than I have...

   Thanks, Gorgeous! These are really incredible!



The NNHS Class of 1958 Gathering and Dinner will be held Wednesday, December 17, 2008 at 6:00 PM at Al Fresco Ristorante, 11710 Jefferson Avenue, Newport News, VA 23606 CONTACT: Joe Drewry (, 757-244-4443, ext 4)


1. Thursday, January 1, 2009, 11:00 AM - Class of 1955 Lunch Bunch - Steve & John's Steak House on Jefferson Avenue just above Denbigh Boulevard in Newport News, VA  - OPEN TO ALL WITH FRIENDS IN CLASS OF 1955

2. April 23, 24, & 25, 2009 - Class of 1954 will hold their 55th-Year Reunion. For details contact Dr. Harry Simpson at 804-694-0346 or email him at - CLASS OF 1954

PRAYER ROLL: - updated 12/10/08
NNHS BLOG: - updated 12/08/08

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

                                  Love to all, Carol





Carol Buckley Harty
219 Four Ply Lane
Fayetteville, NC 29311-9305  
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We Are the Reason

Music and Lyrics by David Meece
(b. 26 May 1952)

As little children, we would dream of Christmas morn
And all the gifts and toys we knew we'd find
But we never realized a baby born one blessed night
Gave us the greatest gift of our lives

We were the reason that He gave his life
We were the reason that He suffered and died
To a world that was lost He gave all He could give
To show us the reason to live

As the years went by, we learnt more about gifts
The giving of ourselves and what that means
On a dark and cloudy day a man hung crying in the rain
Because of love, because of love

We were the reason that He gave his life
We were the reason that He suffered and died
To a world that was lost He gave all He could give
To show us the reason to live

I've finally found the reason for living
It's in giving every part of my heart to Him
In all that I do, every word that I say
I'll be giving my all just for Him, for Him

And we are the reason that He gave his life
We are the reason that He suffered and died
To a world that was lost He gave all He could give
To show us the reason to live

He is my reason to live...

"We Are the Reason" midi and lyrics courtesy of - 12/11/08

Image of Candy Canes courtesy of - 12/11/08

Candy Cane Divider Line clip art courtesy of - 12/11/08

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

Siuslaw High School's Viking Logo clip art courtesy of - 12/27/07

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

Animated Laughing Smiley courtesy of Janice McCain Rose ('65) of VA - 02/07/05
Thanks, Janice!

Army Seal clip art courtesy of Al Farber ('64) of GA - 05/24/06
Thanks, Al!

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

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

Animated "NEW" clip art courtesy of - 03/07/06

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