12/16/15 - NNHS Newsletter -
O Little Town of Bethlehem
“Christmas in Bethlehem. The ancient dream:
a cold, clear night made brilliant
Dear Friends and Schoolmates,
Today's Christmas carol, soft and gentle, is one of my very favorites.
BONUS #1 - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=19rL_8W3oRU - O Little Town of
Bethlehem - Nat King Cole
BONUS #2 - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-dz-rcYf-Yo&NR=1 - O Little Town of Bethlehem - beautifully gentle instrumental version, with equally nice visuals
BONUS #3 -
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XQKwZRR4mcI - O Little Town of
Bethlehem - Frank Sinatra, 1948
BONUS #4 - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lj2fwME46GM - O Little Town of Bethlehem - Mormon Tabernacle Choir and Orchestra, 2012
BONUS #5 - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jyPMDD8fGeA - O Little Town of Bethlehem - Sarah McLachlan
BONUS #6 - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=U1BIuOSS7KM - O Little Town of Bethlehem - Jim Reeves
BONUS #7 - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sStkm00UODY - O Little Town of Bethlehem - Barbra Streisand
THIS WEEK'S BIRTHDAYS:
Happy Birthday today to Betty Brockwell McClure ('58) of MA!
Happy Birthday tomorrow to Norma Helmick Burks ('63) AND Tom Oxner ('65) of AR!
Happy Birthday this week to:
18 - James Strickland ('57);
19 - Durwood Adams ('57) AND The late Suzie Bauz ('63) (deceased 11/03/14);
20 - Ellen Carney Manson ('63) of SC;
21 - Ray Stinnette ('63) of VA;
22 - Kitty Norman Haskins ('57) of VA AND Elliott Schlosser ('63) AND Dottie Pegram Daniels (NNHS / George Washington HS - '64) of WV AND Harry Barritt ('64) of VA AND Dale Mueller ('64) of VA AND Bill Rash ('67) of VA;
23 - Tom Flax ('64) of VA AND Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of VA AND Holly Hill Campbell (Hampton Roads Academy - '72) of VA!
Many Happy Returns to You All!
THIS DAY IN
December 16, 1941 -
World War II: Japanese forces occupy
December 16, 1942 -
December 16, 1944 -
December 16, 1942 -Holocaust: Porajmos – Heinrich Himmler ordered that Roma candidates for extermination be deported to Auschwitz.
December 16, 1944 -The Battle of the Bulge began with the surprise offensive of three German armies through the Ardennes forest.
|THIS DAY IN 1965:|
|Thursday, December 16, 1965 -
Vietnam War: General
William Westmoreland sent
U.S. Secretary of Defense
Robert McNamara a request for 243,000 more men by the end of
Thursday, December 16, 1965 - Playwright, novelist, and short story writer W. Somerset Maugham (b. William Somerset Maugham on 25 Jan 1874 in UK Embassy, Paris, France) died in Nice, Alpes-Maritimes, France at the age of 91.
From My Friend, Susan, of NC - 12/15/15:
|“Christmas is what we
make of it. Despite all the distractions, we can see to it that Christ
is at the center of our celebration. If we have not already done so, we
can establish Christmas traditions for ourselves and for our families
which will help us capture and keep the spirit of Christmas.”
Thomas S. Monson
Thanks so much, Susan!
From John London (Warwick HS - '57) of VA - 12/15/15 - "New Christmas song - Don't go Christmas Shopping until you watch this video...well done":
|MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL
New Christmas Song
Don't go CHRISTMAS shopping until you watch this video.
Thank you, John Darlin'! Merry Christmas to you, too!
BAH HUMBUG POLL:
From My Friend, Susan, of NC - 12/15/15 - "RE: Top Five Most Annoying Christmas Songs":
This is TOO funny! You have such a way of expressing your true feelings...AND I LOVE IT! I get such a good laugh from your emails like this!!!
For my top five...I'm going to have to dig deep in my cobwebs!! So here's my attempt!!
1. Santa Baby - by Madonna - Why was she thinking this would be cute singing like Betty Boop? Really?
2. O Holy Night - by Christine Aguilera - It could have been a moment for her to shine... It became an exercise in overdone and overwrought vocal runs. She just absolutely BUTCHERS this!
3. Please Daddy Don't Get Drunk This Christmas - by John Denver - Perhaps this should be #1! What was he thinking when he sang this song...Oh yes...an absolute must for Christmas. I've only heard this song once...and that was ONE TOO MANY TIMES! Just SHOOT ME!
4. Wonderful Christmas Time - by Wham! -The only lyrics in this song are "simply having a wonderful Christmas time", and they sang it on repeat for 16 minutes...or so it seems! OK...there may be a few more lyrics but not that many!
5. Mary, Did You Know - by Kenny Rogers and Wynonna - OK...before you get your panties all in a wad hear me out! While I love some of Kenny Rogers and Wynonna songs, this does not make my list of top favorites by them! I have a problem with the lyrics too...because I believe that Mary did know what the Savior would do for us all.
So there's my two cents worth...for whatever that is worth! I must get back to doing important things now...like figuring out what my next project will be!! LOL!
As you were!!
From My Friend, Andrew, of UT - 12/15/15 - "RE: Top Five Most Annoying Christmas Songs":
From Jinks Cockatiel Nowitzky (a.k.a. "Birdie") of NC, Friend of the Best Dressed Girl in the Class of 1959, My Sister, Eleanor Buckley Nowitzky of NC - 12/15/15 - "RE: Top Five Most Annoying Christmas Songs":
From My Friend, Emily, of NC - 12/15/15:
|Live a Life That Matters
"Click" on the first picture when it appears, and then it will automatically continue from there.
This is a beautiful and powerful e-mail. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
|OOH! Thank you so much, Miss Emily!|
distrust camels, and anyone else who can go a week without a drink.”
- Joe E. Lewis
From Carol Collier Sparrow ('63) of VA - 12/08/09 - "Adventure With Grandma":
*Adventure With Grandma*
I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma. I was just a kid. I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the day my big sister dropped the bomb: "There is no Santa Claus," she jeered. "Even dummies know that!"
My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her world-famous cinnamon buns. I knew they were world-famous, because Grandma said so. It had to be true.
Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told her everything. She was ready for me. "No Santa Claus!" she snorted. "Ridiculous! Don't believe it. That rumor has been going around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad. Now, put on your coat, and let's go."
"Go? Go where, Grandma?" I asked. I hadn't even finished my second world-famous, cinnamon bun. "Where" turned out to be Kerby's General Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything. As we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars. That was a bundle in those days. "Take this money," she said, "and buy something for someone who needs it.
I'll wait for you in the car." Then she turned and walked out of Kerby's.
I was only eight years old. I'd often gone shopping with my mother, but never had I shopped for anything all by myself. The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping. For a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten-dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for.
I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors, the kids at school, the people who went to my church. I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker. He was a kid with bad breath and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs. Pollock's grade-two class. Bobby Decker didn't have a coat. I knew that because he never went out for recess during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that Bobby Decker didn't have a cough, and he didn't have a coat. I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement. I would buy Bobby Decker a coat!
I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real warm, and he would like that. "Is this a Christmas present for someone?" the lady behind the counter asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down. "Yes," I replied shyly. "It's .... for Bobby." The nice lady smiled at me. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag and wished me a Merry Christmas.
That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat in Christmas paper and ribbons (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible) and wrote on the package, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus" -- Grandma said that Santa always insisted on secrecy. Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker's house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially one of Santa's helpers.
Grandma parked down the street from Bobby's house, and she and I crept noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk Then Grandma gave me a nudge. "All right, Santa Claus," she whispered, "get going."
I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on his step, pounded his doorbell and flew back to the safety of the bushes and Grandma. Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open. Finally it did, and there stood Bobby.
Fifty years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering, beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker's bushes. That night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they were: ridiculous. Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team.
I still have the Bible, with the tag tucked inside: $19.95.
He who has no Christmas in his heart will never find Christmas under a tree.
Thank you so very much, Carol!
BONUS CHRISTMAS GIFT CROCHET PATTERNS: