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12/19/12 - NNHS Newsletter
Rise Up, Shepherd, and Follow

“And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night.”

- Luke 2:8

“And when he had called the people unto him with his disciples also, he said unto them,
Whosoever will come after me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross, and follow me.”

- Mark 8:34

Dear Friends and Schoolmates, 

   In all these years we've never used this Christmas carol for one of our Newsletter themes. Merry Christmas!

BONUS - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=05nPu9NOfps - Rise Up Shepherd and Follow - GLAD

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THIS WEEK'S BIRTHDAYS:

   Happy Birthday today to Durwood Adams ('57)!

   Happy Birthday this week to:

22 -   Kitty Norman Haskins ('57) of VA 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;

24 - James Gay ('57) AND Ann W. Hutcheson ('57) AND   Sandye Jordan Murray ('67) of VA;

25 -   Patsy Bloxom Meider ('57) of NC AND Doug Dickinson ('69) of VA! 

   Many Happy Returns, One and All!

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

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THIS DAY IN WWII:

December 19, 1941 - Adolf Hitler became Supreme Commander-in-Chief of the German Army.

December 19, 1941 - Limpet mines placed by Italian divers sank the HMS Valiant (1914) and HMS Queen Elizabeth (1913) in Alexandria harbour.

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THIS DAY IN 1962:

Wednesday, December 19, 1962 - Director Gary Fleder was born in Norfolk, Virginia.

Wednesday, December 19, 1962 - Actress Jill Talley was born in Chicago, Illinois

Wednesday, December 19, 1962 - Soccer player Warren Brittingham (b. 02 Sept 1886) died in El Paso County, Texas at the age of 76.

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    From Frances Goodson Wang ('65) of MD - 12/18/12, 2:53 AM - "Oreo cookies":

Dearest Carol and Frank,

Thanks goodness for OREO Cookies!

Happiest of Holidays and a marvelous 2013 to all of our Typhoon brothers and sisters.

Frances

I would enjoy knowing what people are reading as a part of the newsletter. I'm enjoying the recipes. Not that I cook too much as food seems to be my enemy these days. Or is it my unwillingness to exercise often?? Hum...

  
Thanks, Frances! I'd like to know what the favorite features are, too! I've heard the birthday listings are a favorite of many, but beyond that I don't really know.

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    From Ray Barnes ('65) of VA - 12/18/12, 4:41 AM - "Newsletter changes":

Hey Carol,

I enjoy our newsletter just as it is. I realize that you must work longer and harder to produce each and every one, but for many Typhoons, Farmers, and Crabbers, just to mention a few, these newsletters are a life line. With the 'then and now' photos, recipes, historical info, personal asides from you, memorials, funny pictures, wit and humor, etc. your efforts in this newsletter are greatly appreciated. So many of our brothers and sisters are in daily physical pain, financial instability, and spiritual distress. We need you, and we need to trust in God. I enjoy our newsletter. I look forward to each one. Every newsletter is a bright spot in my day and, as you know, some days can be pretty cloudy. As for the memorials: they are the only way I can be connected. Even when I don't know the deceased I can, as you so often remind us, "weep with them who weep." At other times I can "rejoice with them who rejoice". Don't change a thing.

God bless you.
Ray Barnes

     Thank you so very much, Ray!

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    From the President of the Class of 1965, Joe Wingo of NC - 12/18/12, 6:34 AM - "Memorial Editions of the Newsletter":

Hi Carol,

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you, Paul, and your family.

Carol, I think the Memorial Editions are worthwhile beyond words. While not all have a direct link to me, I’m sure they do to someone. And having a link to the Legacy Guest Book is an added benefit.

Personally, I would hate to see this service you provide cease.

   Thank you so much, Joe Sweetie! In the eight years since I've been creating them, I personally thought that the Memorial Editions were among the more important parts of the site and service, but increasingly I have begun to feel that perhaps I was the only one who thought that, and that many people would just as soon see a link provided to the obituary itself and be done with it. It's comforting to know that I'm not alone, and that my efforts in this have not been completely wasted.

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      From Wayne Stokes ('65) of VA - 12/18/12, 10:58 AM - "I have no problem with any of it!":

CBD,
 
I can't truly say that Crochet is my thing--thank goodness--but the Memorial Editions I find to be most valuable and have no problem with the other things. Some folks may find them of value--but I don't have to compose the letters--you do!
 
But, you do have the one that would save all--my note! If any of the things you mentioned are of no importance to some, they are free to zip by them!
 
TC!

   As always, thank you so much, Wayne Honey!

   Just as an aside, two of the best crocheters I've ever known were big, burly men, one a Marine MP and the other a Navy mechanic. If I recall correctly, they were both taught how to crochet by their grandfathers, but I could be wrong about that. They tended not to choose highly complicated patterns, but their work was flawless, and their speed amazing!

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   From Butch Ragland ('63) of CO - 12/18/12, 12:24 PM - "Newsletter Content":

Hi Carol,

Hope this finds you well and in great spirits for the Christmas Holidays!

While reading today's newsletter I got the feeling that some people may be pushing to eliminate some items from your daily writings!

You have done an outstanding service to all us old Typhoons and I want you to know I appreciate your hard work; and pray you will be able to continue for many more years!

Although it is sad, I appreciate the continued addition of the Memorial Listings, since those of us far from the home soil don't hear of our old friends passing unless you or another member of our club lets us know!

Hope you can keep as much of the regular content going as possible!

God Bless,

Butch Ragland - Class of 63

   Thank you so much, Butch, I appreciate your thoughtfulness and kind words!

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        From Sydney Dearing ('56) of TN - 12/18/12, 12:36 PM - "Memorial Editions":

Carol,

I have no idea how you manage all that you do for us. It is mind-boggling. I would vote for anything that makes it any easier for you. If that includes dropping the memorial editions and any of the other things you mentioned, then so be it. Perhaps, if instead of the full blown memorial editions, you could just add a short notice once a week or once a month at the bottom of the regular edition of those we lost during that period. You could say something as simple as please remember our classmates that we lost this week and their families in your prayers and then just list them by name, class year and date of passing; kind of like the birthday list at the beginning of each newsletter, but this would be at the end. Just a thought, not necessarily a request.

I also think This Day in WWII has served its purpose and it would be no dishonor to those who served to drop it. As far as the other things you mentioned, recipes, patterns, etc. I personally don’t do any of that so I will let others weigh in on those.

Again, if it makes it easier on you, I am for it!

   Thank you, Sydney! I've found that for unknown reasons every time I try to simplify my work, I only succeed in complicating it, while taxing my ever fading memory along the way.

   It's actually far easier for me to go no longer than two days between Newsletters than to try to remember what I was supposed to be doing. I know, that makes no sense - even to me.

   Last year, knowing that we had covered WWII in 2009 and 2010, I tried switching to the War Between the States. That caused me MAJOR complications, and it was all I could do to finish out the year with it. I thought about looking into the Korean War or the Vietnam War; I'm not sure why I didn't go with one of those. Maybe we'll see if anyone would like to switch!

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    From Linda May Bond Crayton ('66) of VA - 12/18/12, 1:19 PM - "Last rites":

Carol,

I, like you, feel these last looks at those we have lost does call for your loving touch. BUT if this causes you too much sorrow or work, then I say, let it go! We will find out sooner
or later. Your good health and sweet smiling face in the here and now is more important.

I love you,
Linda May '66

    AWWW! Linda May, what a sweet thing to say! Thank you so much! Except on rare occasion I'm able to deal with them like a "big girl", but I really appreciate your caring! I love you, too!

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ANNOUNCEMENT:

      From Me ('65) of NC - 12/18/12:

    There are no longer any major content changes planned for the NNHS Newsletters at the dawn of the new year.
   Thank you so much for your input and support!
   

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NEW TREASURE:

    From Joe Madagan ('57) of FL - 12/14/12 - "The Mariners' Museum, Our Old Stomping Grounds" (posting delayed pending technical support...):

  Hi, Carol:

You may wish to add this to your web page for The Mariners' Museum. I am sure most of your TYPHOON Nation subscribers remember entering the museum through these special doors.

TYPHOON Regards,
Joe Madagan ('57) of FL

   WOWZERONI-RINI! Thank you so very much, Sweet Adonis! Before you sent this, I had completely forgotten those gorgeous old doors!

   This is now added to our archive:

 
 

http://www.nnhs65.com/SITE-MAP.html

     http://www.nnhs65.com/old-stomping.html 

          http://www.nnhs65.com/OOSG-H-M.html 

               http://www.nnhs65.com/mariners.html

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     From Terry Seay  ('67) of TN - 12/18/12 - "Its All About Z Music starts New Music Publishing Company": 

Released this to the media today: 

 

         WOWZERONI-RINI-ROONI! How marvelous! Congratulations, Terry and Wanda!

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      From Wayne Stokes ('65) of VA - 12/18/12 - "Christmas with Grandma":

What do you think?

CHRISTMAS 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 to 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; he didn't have a good 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, ma'am," I replied shyly. "It's for Bobby."

The nice lady smiled at me, as I told her about how Bobby really needed a good winter coat. I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag,smiled again, and wished me a Merry Christmas.

That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible) in Christmas paper and ribbons and wrote, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus" on it.

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 door 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 coat tag tucked inside:$19.95.
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May you always have LOVE to share,
HEALTH to spare and FRIENDS that care...

And may you always believe in the magic of Santa Claus!

   OOOH, thank you so much, Wayne Honey! Child that I am, I've always believed in the magic and wonder!

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    From Frances Goodson Wang ('65) of MD - 12/18/12 - "The Power of Concentration - NYTimes.com Sherlock wins again!":

Being a Sherlockian I gobbled this up! Enjoy.
Frances

http://www.nytimes.com/2012/12/16/opinion/sunday/the-power-of-concentration.html?emc=eta1&_r=0&pagewanted=print

   WOWZERS! Thank you so much, Frances, this is quite fascinating! I myself do something like this. When I awaken in the morning, before I ever open my eyes I try to spend at least 15 minutes in bed, taking advantage of the quiet to think, plan, ponder, and pray. If I'm forced to forfeit this time for whatever reason, my day does not run as smoothly.  Perhaps I should adapt this practice by applying deeper levels of concentration. I was particularly struck by this thought of Ms. Konnikova's from the article:

          "That’s the thing about mindfulness. It seems to slow you down, but it actually gives you the resources you need to speed up your thinking."

   I'm also glad to know that my difficulties with multi-tasking are not simply a figment of my imagination. Guilt over time wasting usually propels me in that direction, but invariably something suffers in the process, and I must then spend some time correcting my mistakes. I thought I needed to improve my multi-tasking skills, but it rather seems I should abandon my efforts in that direction instead. Interesting!

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    From Glenn Dye ('60) of TX - 12/18/12 - "Merry Christmas (THIS IS SO COOL!!!!!)":

This will work if the Google car has come by your house.

This is amazing! If you have not seen it before just type in your address or any family addresses and look through the window at the snow falling on your home
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http://www.pusher.com.au/clients/pusher-christmas-2011

   Isn't this just the coolest?!? Thanks so much, Glenn - and Merry Christmas!

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  From Steve Vaughn ('65) of VA - 12/18/12 - "My 2012 -13 Travel plans":

My inconclusive travel plans for 2012/2013:

I have been in many places, but I've never been in Cahoots. Apparently, you can't go alone. You have to be in Cahoots with someone.

I've also never been in Cognito. I hear no one recognizes you there.

I have, however, been in Sane. They don't have an airport; you have to be driven there. I have made several trips there, thanks to my friends, family, and work.

I would like to go to Conclusions, but you have to jump, and I'm not too much on physical activity anymore.

I have also been in Doubt. That is a sad place to go, and I try not to visit there too often.

I've been in Flexible, but only when it was very important to stand firm.

Sometimes I'm in Capable, and I go there more often as I'm getting older.

One of my favorite places to be is in Suspense! It really gets the adrenalin flowing and pumps up the old heart! At my age I need all the stimuli I can get!

I may have been in Continent, and I don't remember what country I was in...it's an age thing.

Today is one of the many National Mental Health Days throughout the year, and you can do your bit by remembering to send an e-mail to at least one unstable person. My job is done!

(Pack lightly!)

     Thanks so much, Steve - great to hear from you!

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From http://www.dailypress.com/news/top-list/ - 12/18/12 - "Top 10 Movies to Watch Before the World Ends on Friday":

You don't have much time before the Mayan calendar runs out and the world goes dark. So what are you waiting for? Here are 10 films you need to be seeing.

The Mayan calendar ends on Friday, and it is apparently taking the rest of the world with it. At this point, day-to-day tasks and last-minute Christmas shopping seem pretty futile, so why not sit down and watch some of those movies you've always wanted to see but never got around to? Or maybe an old favorite that you need to watch one last time before the credits roll on our existence. Here's a starter list of 10.

1. Pulp Fiction (1994) - R - Full of energy and wit and visual style. Great performances all around. This one will let you quite literally go out with a bang.

2. Singin' in the Rain (1952) - G - One of the most joyful movie experiences you'll ever have.

3.
City Lights (1931) - G - For those who want to go out quietly, or even silently. Chaplin provides one of the sweetest and most moving final scenes you'll ever see.

4.
Double Indemnity (1944) - NR - Billy Wilder's masterpiece of film noir. A weak-willed man, a cold-hearted woman and a screenplay for the ages.

5.
A Night at the Opera (1935) - NR - There's never a wrong time for the Marx Brothers.
 
6.
The Treasure of the Sierra Madre (1948) - NR - One last reminder in this life that it is better to focus on your spiritual health rather than your material wealth. If the mood strikes you, feel free to get up and dance like Walter Huston when he finds the gold.

7.
Close Encounters of the Third Kind (1977) - PG - How long has it been since you've watched this one? Too long, right? Revisit it. Fill your mind with wonder again. It's even better than you remember it being.

8.
Once (2006) - R - For those who want to step away from the big, bold statements and drift off in a minor key. An intimate story full of beautiful music. It charms everyone who discovers it.

9.
2001: A Space Odyssey (1968) - PG - One last chance to ponder the universe. One last chance to interpret Stanley Kubrick's enigmatic voyage.

10.
It's a Wonderful Life (1946) - PG - Because, you know what? It has been a wonderful life. Watch it with someone you love. (In fact, it will be playing on the big screen at the Naro in Norfolk on Friday, so if the timing is right, you could actually be watching it at the precise moment that the world ends. How cool would that be?)

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BONUS CHRISTMAS CROCHET PATTERN:

http://www.free-crochet.com/detail.html?code=FC00473&cat_id=1 - Katherine Eng's Christmas Granny Afghan - "Unique pattern, very attractive." - Unless you crochet as fast as the two gentlemen mentioned above in my note to Wayne, it's probably too late to make this for this year, but perhaps you could whip up just one square to make a pillow top.

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BONUS CHRISTMAS RECIPES:

http://www.mrfood.com/Misc-Desserts/Hole-y-Christmas-Tree/ml/1 - "Hole y" Christmas Tree - "Out of creative ideas this holiday season? How about a Christmas tree...made of doughnuts? It's a crazy idea, but we think it works!"

http://www.mrfood.com/Cheesecakes/Frozen-Peppermint-Cheesecake-5214/ml/1 - Frozen Peppermint Cheesecake - "Wake up your taste buds with this no-bake cheesecake that explodes with big peppermint flavor. For a classic pairing, serve slices in generous puddles of rich chocolate sauce, and sit back and enjoy the raves!"

http://www.mrfood.com/Pie/Coconut-Cream-Pie-From-Mr-Food-TV-Show/ml/1 - Coconut Cream Pie - "A favorite diner dessert is luscious Coconut Cream Pie. Why go out for it when you can make this scrumptious version so easily at home?"

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    From Joan Lauterbach Krause ('60) of VA - 11/14/12 - "More Remarkable beings (and a little break...) (#32 in a Series of 36)":
 

  Some fun pics. Enjoy

   AWW! How precious - thanks, Joan!

 
 

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   From Bill Hobbs ('66) of Northern VA AND       From Wayne Stokes ('65) of VA - 12/04/12 - "Live Like Someone Left the Gate Open (#15 in a Series of 23)":

  THESE ARE GREAT! THEY WILL BRIGHTEN YOUR DAY!

   MORE AWW! How sweet - thank you, Gentlemen!

 
 

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BONUS CHRISTMAS STORY:

From http://tlc.howstuffworks.com/family/inspirational-christmas-stories2.htm:

"Into the Wind"

She hadn't been born on the high plains of Wyoming. In fact, even now, after all these months, she still called Pennsylvania home. She was only here because in 1923 that's what wives did: They followed their husbands. And her husband had a powerful yen to homestead in the West. So here she found herself, on the lonely plains of Wyoming.

For the most part, Grete Klein had made friends with the land. Well, maybe not friends, but she was learning its ways and that was the first key to survival in this harsh country. She had even learned to accept her "new" house, but the drafty tar-paper shack rattled with each gust of wind.

The wind. The ever-blowing, good-for-nothing, bitter Wyoming wind. The thief that puffed away the few autumn leaves before she had a chance to savor them. It robbed the children of pleasant play and stole the moisture from the crops.

Grete sighed and stoked the fire in the black majestic cookstove. She smiled as she recalled her mother saying, in heavily accented English, "If you vant to get rich, mein daughter, you must schtrike those matches tvice!" Rich? Hardly. Even her mother would be amazed and impressed at the ways Grete found to economize. Corncobs for fuel. Flour sacks sewn into underwear. Cardboard insoles to cover the holes and extend the life of the children's shoes.
 
And now Christmas was nearly here. Not that the landscape gave evidence of that. In the predawn light, Grete pushed aside the gunnysack curtaining the kitchen window and gazed out. No soft December snow blanketed the bare dirt. Instead, grim skies of gunmetal gray hovered while the wind howled in swirls of dust. Its icy fingers clawed at the flimsy door, while its frigid breath seeped around the crooked window frames. And all the while, a lone cottonwood tree -- their only summer shade -- batted its skeletal arms in a field dotted with tumbleweeds too stubborn to blow away. Shivering, Grete turned away.

Christmas. And we can't even spare a tree for the children.

Her children were so young. She knew they carried no memories of holidays back home. Of stately evergreens brushing the ceiling. Of Grossmutter's fine, hand-blown glass icicles dripping from its full branches. Of visits from the Weihnachtsmann, Father Christmas. Or of a table groaning under the weight of tasty traditional delicacies. Roast goose with potato dumplings. Sauerkraut and noodles. Apple strudel.

Oh, and don't forget all the home-baked desserts with their old-world names. I must teach them to the children.

Names like Pfeffernusse, Lebkuchen, and Blitzkuchen. Nusstorte, Apfel Pfannkuchen, and Schnitzbrot. Like taking roll call, Grete whispered her favorites one by one. The familiar German words rolled from her tongue, comforting her with their rhythm and taste.
 
Schnitzbrot. Fruit bread. Hmmm...maybe if I made some substitutions, altered the proportions....

With an excitement she hadn't felt in a long time, Grete pulled out a saucepan, a wooden spoon, and a large tin bowl. She reached for the carefully hoarded currants and dried peaches. Since the fruit was sweet, maybe the children wouldn't notice that she would have to skimp on sugar. She could spare two eggs and felt lucky to have fresh milk from the cow. But Schnitzbrot needed yeast. Grete hesitated.

Do I dare?
 
She dared. Grete lifted the crock of sourdough starter, her old standby. She had tended it faithfully for months, stirring for four days, adding exact amounts of milk, flour, and sugar each fifth day. It was the foundation for their regular fare of bread, johnnycakes, and biscuits. Why not Schnitzbrot? Grete could almost hear her mother say, "Ya, that's right, mein Grete. Lean into the vind and you vill arrive vit ease."
 
Humming "Stille Nacht" under her breath, Grete set about stewing, draining, and chopping the fruit. She measured. She mixed. She kneaded until the dough was soft and firm. Grete divided the dough into balls and rolled them like clay between her palms. Instead of the customary loaves, she would make a festive fruit bread wreath for each child. She braided the strips and shaped them into small circles. Covering the dough rings with dishtowels, Grete set them aside to rise near the radiating warmth of the cook stove.

Now, if only the children could have a tree. It would seem more like home. Then I think I could be satisfied.

A Christmas tree. No amount of wishing, no amount of dreaming, no amount of wanting would make it so. Of course, there was still prayer. Doubtfully, Grete closed her eyes and paused a long, silent moment.

Realizing it was nearly time to wake the family, she grabbed her long woolen coat and headed for the door. Let them sleep. She would see to a few outside chores first.

Grete lowered her head to shield her face from the grit of whirling dust. She leaned into the breath-stealing wind, headed toward the barn, and -- she gasped when she felt it. As sharp as needles, spiny tentacles pricked her stockings, scratched her legs. Tumbleweeds. Thorny, branched tumbleweeds. Those last, stubborn thistles had finally broken loose in this gale and rolled right to her feet.

With a hoot of laughter, Grete plucked them from around her ankles. She gathered tumbleweeds and carried them gingerly to the house. Already she could imagine her children giggling and stacking to make a towering tumbleweed tree. An answer to prayer. A gift from the fickle Wyoming wind. Who would have thought!

Remembering Grossmutter's heirloom icicles, she felt a fleeting tug of regret. But she shrugged and turned her thoughts toward tissue paper, shiny ribbon, and scraps of cotton batting. The children could string popcorn and make paper chains. Together, they would create new traditions. Perhaps, with a few clicks of her knitting needles and a little more thought, she could even arrange some small gifts from Father Christmas.
 
And at that very moment, Grete swore she heard her mother whisper, "Yust think, mein daughter. First sauer Schnitzbrot. And now a Vyoming Christmas tree. Vhat a vonderful place is home."

-- By Carol McAdoo Rehme

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FINALLY:

From http://www.ajokeaday.com - 12/18/12:
 
A doctor was addressing a large audience in Tampa. "The material we put into our stomachs is enough to have killed most of us sitting here, years ago. Red meat is awful. Soft drinks corrode your stomach lining. Chinese food is loaded with MSG. High fat diets can be disastrous, and none of us realizes the long-term harm caused by the germs in our drinking water. However, there is one thing that is the most dangerous of all and we all have eaten, or will eat it. Can anyone here tell me what food it is that causes the most grief and suffering for years after eating it?"

After several seconds of quiet, a 75-year-old man in the front row raised his hand, and softly said, "Wedding Cake."

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DATES TO REMEMBER:

1. Thursday, January 3, 2013 - The NNHS Class of 1955 holds Lunch Bunch gatherings on the first Thursday of every month at Steve & John's Steak House on Jefferson Avenue just above Denbigh Boulevard in Newport News at 11:00 AM. The luncheon is not limited to just the Class of '55; if you have friends in that year, go visit with them.

3. Wednesday, February 13, 2012 - 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. 

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PRAYER ROLL:

http://www.nnhs65.com/requests-prayers.html - updated 12/17/12

BLOG:

http://nnhs.wordpress.com/ - updated 03/13/11

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

                                 Love to all, Carol

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Please find a few minutes of your busy schedule to support



Thank you so much!



Carol Buckley Harty
7020 Lure Court
Fayetteville, NC 28311-9309
915-780-3048
 


THREE WAYS TO DONATE:  

1. Visit the main page (http://www.nnhs65.com), scroll halfway down, and click on the Pay Pal Donate Button (nnhs65@gmail.com);

2. Go to www.PayPal.com, log in, select "Send Money (Services) to nnhs65@gmail.com; or

3. Just mail it directly to my home. Thanks!    
             


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Rise Up Shepherd and Follow
 

There's a star in the East on Christmas morn,
Rise up, shepherd, and follow
It'll lead to the place where the Savior's born,
Rise up, shepherd, and follow

CHORUS: Leave your sheep and leave your lambs
Rise up, shepherd, and follow
Leave your ewes and leave your rams
Rise up, shepherd, and follow
Follow, follow
Rise up, shepherd, and follow
Follow the star of Bethlehem
Rise up, shepherd, and follow

If you take good heed of the angel's words
Rise up, shepherd, and follow
You'll forget your flocks, you'll forget your herds
Rise up, shepherd, and follow

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“Rise Up Shepherd and Follow” midi courtesy of http://www.hymntime.com/tch/htm/r/i/s/riseupsh.htm - 12/19/12

“Rise Up Shepherd and Follow” lyrics courtesy of http://www.traditionalmusic.co.uk/folk-song-lyrics/Rise_Up_Shepherd_and_Follow.htm -12/18/12

"Rise Up Shepherd and Follow" Title Image courtesy
of http://www.cicdc.org/store/index.php/religious-articles/rise-up-shepherd-and-follow-christmas-cards-package-of-18.html - 12/19/12

Shepherds Silhouette clip art used to form Divider Lines courtesy
of http://www.twoheartsdesign.com/images/clipart/catholic/christmas/nativity/nativity2.html - 12/01/05

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

Animated BOO-HOO courtesy of Glenn Dye ('60) of TX - 08/28/09
Thanks, Glenn!

Laughing Jester Smiley clip art courtesy of Bill Hobbs ('66) of Northern VA - 10/06/09
Thanks, Bill!

Marine Corps Seal clip art courtesy of the late Herbert Hice of MI - one of my Famous Marines who served in the South Pacific during WWII.
Thanks again, Herbie!!

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

Animated Big Hugs Smiley clip art courtesy of Sarah Puckett Kressaty ('65) of VA - 06/19/09
Thanks, Sarah Sugah!

Animated Kissing Smiley clip art courtesy of Al Farber ('64) of GA - 11/07/07
Thanks, Al!

Army Seal clip art courtesy of Al Farber ('64) of GA - 05/24/06 (still missing...)
Thanks, Al!
Replaced by Norm Covert ('61) of MD - 02/09/09
Thanks, Norm!

Animated Applause clip art courtesy of Al Farber ('64) of GA - 08/18/05 (re-saved 02/27/09)
Thanks, Al!

Animated Dancing Snoopy courtesy of Billy Turner ('65) of TX - 11/26/08
Thanks, Billy Turner!

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

Animated Ringing Christmas Bell clip art (designed by Art Holden) courtesy of http://www.animationfactory.com - 12/08/05

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