12/12/15 - NNHS Newsletter - Feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe
“Am I not here, I, who am your Mother? Are
you not under my shadow and protection?
Am I not the source of your joy? Are you not in the hollow of my mantle, in the crossing
of my arms? Do you need anything more? Let nothing else worry you, disturb you.”
Dear Friends and Schoolmates,
This is another Catholic holiday we're all celebrating together like the big Typhoon family we've become.
BONUS #1 - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W6vwh-XXLTU - Alma Redemptóris Máter
BONUS #2 - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uWq-SdmNMmA&NR=1 - Alma Redemptóris Máter
Navy vs. Army
THIS WEEK'S BIRTHDAYS:
Happy Birthday today to the late Frank Sinatra (12 Dec 1915 - 14 May 1998) AND Mary Massey Lyle ('61) of NJ AND Marcus C. Higgins ('65) of AZ AND Tom Norris (Hampton HS - '73)!
Happy Birthday tomorrow to Kay Davis Smith ('57)!
Happy Birthday this week to:
14 - Elizabeth Mitchell Hedgepeth ('57) AND Kathie Avant Taylor ('64) of GA;
15 - Jewell Hamner Crowe ('57) ANDBuster Vest ('63) of VA;
16 - Betty Brockwell McClure ('58) of MA;
17 - Norma Helmick Burks ('63) AND Tom Oxner ('65) of AR;
18 - James Strickland ('57);
19 - Durwood Adams ('57) AND The late Suzie Bauz ('63) (deceased 11/03/14)!
Many Happy Returns, One and All!
100 YEARS AGO TODAY:
THIS DAY IN WWII:
|December 12, 1933 - Lebensborn Project, a Nazi reproduction program, was founded by Heinrich Himmler.|
THIS DAY IN1965:
|Sunday, December 12, 1965 - WHAT? Just nuffin'?!? Apparently so...|
From My Friend, Susan, of NC - 12/11/14 - "This Christmas...":
|“This Christmas, mend
a quarrel. Seek out a forgotten friend. Dismiss suspicion and replace it
with trust. Write a letter. Give a soft answer. Encourage youth.
Manifest your loyalty in word and deed. Keep a promise. Forgo a grudge.
Forgive an enemy. Apologize. Try to understand. Examine your demands on
others. Think first of someone else. Be kind. Be gentle. Laugh a little
more. Express your gratitude. Welcome a stranger. Gladden the heart of a
child. Take pleasure in the beauty and wonder of the earth. Speak your
love and then speak it again.”
Howard W. Hunter
Thanks so much, Susan!
From The Best Student in the Class of 1960, Pete Hoyle of VA - 12/11/15:
|Hi Carol ---
I apologize... I get way behind reading email and even your newsletters, but I eventually get to it.
Methods A and C both worked fine for me; B did NOT.
Thanks so much for all your effort and all that it brings to so many of us.
Thanks, Pete! I understand completely! That's the beauty of having a permanent archive. Unlike Facebook, all the information will still be there later - even much later!
Now which Method was it that we chose to use for issuing the announcements? Ah, yes! Method C it is!
METHOD C: NNHS-Newsletters - 2015
SEE: 10/05/15 - You Forgot All the Words
From Phil Hammond ('64) of FL - 12/11/15 - "A Beautiful Poem":
|He was getting old and paunchy
And his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion,
Telling stories of the past.
Of a war that he once fought in
And the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies;
They were heroes, every one.
And 'tho sometimes to his neighbors
His tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened quietly
For they knew where of he spoke.
But we'll hear his tales no longer,
For ol' Joe has passed away,
And the world's a little poorer
For a Veteran died today.
He won't be mourned by many,
Just his children and his wife.
For he lived an ordinary,
Very quiet sort of life.
He held a job and raised a family,
Going quietly on his way;
And the world won't note his passing,
'Tho a Veteran died today.
When politicians leave this earth,
Their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing,
And proclaim that they were great.
Papers tell of their life stories
From the time that they were young,
But the passing of a Veteran
Goes unnoticed, and unsung.
Is the greatest contribution
To the welfare of our land,
Some jerk who breaks his promise
And cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow
Who in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his country
And offers up his life?
The politician's stipend
And the style in which he lives,
Are often disproportionate,
To the service that he gives.
While the ordinary Veteran,
Who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal
And perhaps a pension, small.
It is not the politicians
With their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom
That our country now enjoys.
Should you find yourself in danger,
With your enemies at hand,
Would you really want some cop-out,
With his ever-waffling stand?
Or would you want a Veteran
His home, his country, his kin,
Just a common Veteran,
Who would fight until the end.
He was just a common Veteran,
And his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us
We may need his likes again.
For when countries are in conflict,
We find the Veteran's part,
Is to clean up all the troubles
That the politicians start.
If we cannot do him honour
While he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give him homage
At the ending of his days.
Perhaps just a simple headline
In the paper that might say:
"OUR COUNTRY IS IN MOURNING,
A VETERAN DIED TODAY."
Thank you so much, Phil - we just did!
From Candy Hixson Whitley (Ferguson HS - '68) of VA - 12/11/15:
Food presentation is everything! Fabulous idea for a party.
LOVE IT! Thanks, Candy!
“I feel sorry for people who don't drink. When they
wake up in the morning, that's as good as they're going to feel all day.”
From My Friend, Tammy, of UT - 12/07/14 - "Daily Christmas Story (#10 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 10,
Marvelous Melissa by Thomas S. Monson
Recently I thought back to an experience from my boyhood—an experience I
have related on another occasion or two. I was just 11. Our Primary
president, Melissa, was an older and loving gray-haired lady. One day at
Primary, Melissa asked me to stay behind and visit with her. There the
two of us sat in the otherwise empty chapel. She placed her arm about my
shoulder and began to cry. Surprised, I asked her why she was crying.
She replied, “I can’t seem to get the Trail Builder boys to be reverent during the opening exercises of Primary. Would you be willing to help me, Tommy?”
I promised Melissa that I would. Strangely to me, but not to Melissa, that ended any problem of reverence in Primary. She had gone to the source of the problem—me. The solution was love.
The years flew by. Marvelous Melissa, now in her 90s, lived in a nursing facility in the northwest part of Salt Lake City. Just before Christmas I determined to visit my beloved Primary president. Over the car radio I heard the song “Hark! The herald angels sing glory to the newborn King!” I reflected on the visit made by wise men those long years ago. They brought gifts of gold, of frankincense, and of myrrh. I brought only the gift of love and a desire to say thank you.
I found Melissa in the lunchroom. She was staring at her plate of food, teasing it with the fork she held in her aged hand. Not a bite did she eat. As I spoke to her, my words were met by a benign but blank stare. I took the fork in hand and began to feed Melissa, talking all the time I did so about her service to boys and girls as a Primary worker. There wasn’t so much as a glimmer of recognition, far less a spoken word. Two other residents of the nursing home gazed at me with puzzled expressions. At last one of them spoke, saying, “Don’t talk to her. She doesn’t know anyone—even her own family. She hasn’t said a word in all the time she’s been here.”
Luncheon ended. My one-sided conversation wound down. I stood to leave. I held her frail hand in mine, gazed into her wrinkled but beautiful countenance, and said, “God bless you, Melissa. Merry Christmas.”
Without warning, she spoke the words, “I know you. You’re Tommy Monson, my Primary boy. How I love you.” She pressed my hand to her lips and bestowed on it a sweet kiss filled with love. Tears coursed down her cheeks and bathed our clasped hands. Those hands that day were hallowed by heaven and graced by God. The herald angels did sing.
Thank you so very much, Tammy!
BONUS CHRISTMAS MAILBOX DECORATING IDEAS:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LL7jtNeE2Yw - How to Decorate your
Mailbox for Christmas