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12/19/17 - 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 (KJV)

“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 (KJV)

Dear Friends and Schoolmates, 

   This Christmas carol is one we've only used once before as a Newsletter theme. Merry Christmas!

BONUS #1 - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1blcp9nL5Co - Rise Up Shepherd and Follow - The King's Singers

BONUS #2 - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7oyHcyFFmY4 - Rabbi Jason Sobel - Endorses The Shepherd

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THIS WEEK'S BIRTHDAYS:

   Happy Birthday today to Durwood Adams ('57) AND the late Suzie Bauz ('63) (deceased 11/03/14)!  

   Happy Birthday tomorrow to   Ellen Carney Manson ('63) of SC!

   Happy Birthday this week to:

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

24 - James Gay ('57) AND Ann W. Hutcheson ('57) AND  Malcolm Davis ('65) of VA AND Sandye Jordan Frost ('67) of NC;

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.

December 19, 1945 - British Fascist, John Amery, was executed by the British Government for treason at the age of 33.

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THIS DAY IN 1967:

Tuesday, December 19, 1967 - Harold Holt, the Prime Minister of Australia, was officially presumed dead.

Tuesday, December 19, 1967 - Magician Criss Angel was born Christopher Nicholas Sarantakos in Hempstead, New York.

Tuesday, December 19, 1967 - High jumper Charles Austin was born Charles Allen Austin in Bay City, Texas

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From My Friend, Susan, of NC - 12/18/14:

“Being humble means recognizing that we are not on earth to see how important we can become, but to see how much difference we can make in the lives of others.”

- Gordon B. Hinckley
(23 June 1910 - 27 Jan 2008)

    Thanks so much, Susan!

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From Joan Lauterbach Krause ('60) of VA - 12/19/17:

   Thank you, Joan!
 
 

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From Tess Firestone ('66) of Quebec - 12/18/17:

Dear Carol,

Thank you so much for remembering my parents. It has been a long sad journey

It is especially difficult living so far away no longer being able to travel. You are right....Mom was an NNHS graduate.

Your devotion to keeping everyone in touch is admirable.

Happy holidays to you and your family.

Sincerely,

Tess

   Thank you so much, Tess! You're very much in my thoughts and prayers right now, and again, you have my deepest sympathies.

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  From Joe Madagan ('57) of FL - 12/18/17 - "Cry Me A River by Julie London":

Hi, Carol:

My, the selection of music for this Newsletter sure brings back many memories of Marine Barracks, Norfolk Naval Shipyard, Portsmouth, VA.

We lived in open Squad Bays in the Barracks, and an entire Platoon occupied one of the three Squad Bays as well as the Guard Of The Day Squad Bay.

One of my buddies from Boston was the most sincere fan of Julie London, and he had all of her 78 Long Play Plastic Albums, and play them he did, at every opportunity.

Of course after listening to Julie London, it required a Cold Shower.

TYPHOON Regards,'
Joe Madagan '57 of FL

      NO DOUBT! Thank you, Adonis!

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From Wayne Agee ('58) of FL - 12/14/17 - "Year 1917":

Wow, things have really changed.

THE YEAR IS 1917

This will boggle your mind!
The year is 1917, "One hundred years ago."
What a difference a century makes!
Here are some statistics for the Year 1917:

The average life expectancy for men was 47 years.
Fuel for cars was sold in drug stores only.
Only 14 percent of the homes had a bathtub.
Only 8 percent of the homes had a telephone.
The maximum speed limit in most cities was 10 mph.
The tallest structure in the world was the Eiffel Tower.
The average US wage in 1910 was 22 cents per hour.
The average US worker made between $200 and $400 per year.
A competent accountant could expect to earn $2000 per year.
A dentist $2,500 per year.
A veterinarian between $1,500 and $4,000 per year.
And, a mechanical engineer about $5,000 per year.
More than 95 percent of all births took place at home.
Ninety percent of all Doctors had NO COLLEGE EDUCATION!
Instead, they attended so-called medical schools, many of which were condemned in the press AND the government as "substandard."

Sugar cost four cents a pound.
Eggs were fourteen cents a dozen.
Coffee was fifteen cents a pound.

Most women only washed their hair once a month, And, used Borax or egg yolks for shampoo.
Canada passed a law that prohibited poor people from entering into their country for any reason.

The Five leading causes of death were:
1. Pneumonia and influenza
2. Tuberculosis
3. Diarrhea
4. Heart disease
5. Stroke

The American flag had 45 stars.
The population of Las Vegas, Nevada was only 30.
Crossword puzzles, canned beer, and iced tea hadn't been invented yet.
There was neither a Mother's Day nor a Father's Day.
Two out of every 10 adults couldn't read or write.
And, only 6 percent of all Americans had graduated from high school.

Marijuana, heroin, and morphine were all available over the counter at local corner drugstores.
Back then pharmacists said, "Heroin clears the complexion, gives buoyancy to the mind, regulates the stomach, bowels, and is, in fact, a perfect guardian of health!" (Shocking?).
Eighteen percent of households had at least one full-time servant or domestic help.
There were about 230 reported murders in the ENTIRE U.S.A. !
I am now going to forward this to someone else without typing it myself.
From there, it will be sent to others all over the WORLD all in a matter of seconds!
It is impossible to imagine what it may be like in another 100 years.

   INDEED! Thank you, Wayne!

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From Linda DeShazo Hatchett ('65) of VA - 12/18/17:

   BRILLIANT! Thank you, Linda!
 
 

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“I saw a woman wearing a sweatshirt with Guess on it. I said, Thyroid problem?”

- Arnold Schwarzenegger
(b. 30 July 1947)

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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 wood
en 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."

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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."

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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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FINALLY:

From http://www.ajokeaday.com - 12/18/17:
 

Q. Why did the woman give her fiancé wool socks?

A. She didn't want him to get cold feet.

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DATES TO REMEMBER:
1. Every Tuesday, 7:30 AM - Male grads meet at Angelo's Restaurant on J. Clyde Morris Boulevard for breakfast and camaraderie.

2. Wednesday, January 10, 2018 -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 06/10/17

BLOG:

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

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

                          Love to all, Carol

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PERSONAL WEB SITE: http://www.angelfire.com/weird2/cluckmeat

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Carol Buckley Harty
7020 Lure Court
Fayetteville, NC 28311-9309
910-584-8802

"Never underestimate
the power of a drop
in the bucket."

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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!

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

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 Laughing Frog courtesy of Joyce Lawrence Cahoon of VA - 05/31/08
Thanks, Joyce!

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

Jeffrey Holman's Image "A Drop in the Bucket" courtesy of https://tearsfromalonelygod.wordpress.com/2009/10/08/a-drop-in-the-bucket/ - 05/23/16

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