“And over all there lay a psaltery
Whereon he made an evening's melody,
Playing so sweetly that the chamber rang;
And Angelus ad virginem he sang;
And after that he warbled the King's Note:
Often in good voice was his merry throat.”

- Geoffrey Chaucer, Miller's Tale
(c. 1343 – 25 Oct 1400)

Surviving manuscripts may be found in a c. 1361 Dublin Troper (a music book for use at Mass) and a 13th or 14th century vellum Sequentiale that may have been connected with the Church of Addle, Yorkshire. It lyric also appears in the works of John Audelay (perhaps a priest, he definitely spent the last years of his life at Haughmond Abbey, where he wrote for the monks), in a group of four Marian poems...

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Thanks!
Dee
 

Words and Music by Arthur Hundley, 1937
(d. 02 Sept 2008)

 

Within these sacred walls we stand,
To praise thine honored name,
We sing to thee, dear Newport High,
Thy glories we proclaim.

Chorus: 
Hail, hail to the Gold and Blue,
We raise thy banners high,
And ever through thine endless days,
In triumph, may they fly.

O Alma Mater, in our hearts,
We'll often turn to thee,
And echo once again the songs
Of thy dear memory.

   Merry Christmas to you and yours!  

   This year because of illnesses and other nonsense, we ran far behind.

   It has come to my attention that we are far from alone in that this year, so I thought I'd share my silly saga with you.

   First we were too sick to begin until two days after Thanksgiving. So far, still good.

   We have two trees, a 6' pre-lit evergreen for the formal living room, and a 4' pre-lit white tree for the whimsical family room. I crocheted the tree skirts for both of them (because that's what I do... ).

   Not finding the living room's tree skirt right away, we thought we'd just begin with the little tree. We opened the box, and found it was no longer bright white, but a weird light tan - as though it had survived a forest fire. Thinking that might evoke images of Smokey the Bear (whom I've loved since early childhood), and realizing that it had SO many ornaments that the condition of the branches might not be all that noticeable in the far corner of the room        Adrienne (Harty - Hillsboro HS, IL / American School, IL) and I had carefully prepared for it, we decided to assemble it anyway. That's when we discovered that only two of the three "legs" had survived. WHAT?!? I suppose they were lost in that forest fire. SHEESH! So we shifted gears and decorated the rest of that room and the adjoining kitchen. They're nicely gaudy now, all red, white and green.

   Still no joy in finding that missing tree skirt - OR the directions to (easily) make a duplicate. Rats.

   Finally on December 8 we decided to go with what we had and just use the other tree skirt, even though it was a bit more vibrant than what I had envisioned. Funny thing - it would require two more panels, but it had the advantage of opening in the back so we could go ahead and begin without further delay (the REAL tree skirt has only an opening for the tree trunk, so of necessity it's the first step). I remembered that each panel only required about 1-1/2 hour to complete, so all was still fine, if delayed. Up went the tree in the front window, with a lace tablecloth as a temporary skirt, and the gold and silver beaded garland. A little lame, still, but progressing.

   Then a whole bunchalotta other commitments required our time, so we didn't get back to it until the afternoon of December 13 - ALL decorated now. Adrienne had yet another commitment to attend, and I finished crocheting the missing tree skirt panels that evening. WHOO-HOO! Fifteen days late, but there ya' go.

   But the really crazy part was what happened when we began to trim it that afternoon. While Adrienne was out of the room looking for something, I heard a big commotion just outside the window.

   Back in early November,         Paul (Harty - Bardolph HS, IL - '61) had raked up the leaves from the yard and added them to the flower beds to protect the perennials throughout the winter. Thinking it was the naughty little squirrels throwing the hickory nuts and shells around wildly as they do, and already seated quite close to the window, I peeked out and saw a scene straight out of a cartoon: one rascally squirrel, five red-breasted robins, two sparrows, and one red-headed woodpecker - all thrashing around together in the leaves like children! I thought the birds at any rate must be looking for food, but as I watched, one fat robin in particular was simply lifting leaves and throwing them into the air in rapid succession! What a Christmas treat to behold! That's my story, and I'm sticking with it.