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12/21/10 - NNHS Newsletter - Winter Solstice

Grant, O God/dess, thy Protection
and in protection, Strength
and in strength, Understanding
and in understanding, Knowledge
and in knowledge, the Knowledge of Justice
and in the knowledge of justice, the Love of it
and in the love of it, the Love of all Existences
and in the love of all existences,
the Love of God/dess and all Goodness.

- Nichols, 305

Dear Friends and Schoolmates, 

   Today's Newsletter is especially for   Domi O'Brien ('64) of NH and her daughter,   Avens. Good Yule!

   The theme is supposed to repeat each year; sometimes it does, sometimes it doesn't.

http://nnhs65.com/12-21-07-NNHS-Winter-Solstice.html

http://nnhs65.com/12-21-09-NNHS-Winter-Solstice.html

BONUS #1 - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mHCYhDaf_G0 - Deck the Halls - Mormon Tabernacle Choir with soloist Renee Fleming

BONUS #2 - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jn45Uucq-AI - Deck the Halls - Mannheim Steamroller

BONUS #3 - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gZzpDgatOa0 - Winter Solstice in Newgrange


HOMEWORK:

From http://www.neopagan.net/NeoDruidismCalendar.html:

The Winter Solstice is a Minor High Day, usually occurring around December 21st or so of the civil calendar. Also known as Yule and Midwinter, this is a day sacred to Sun, Thunder, and Fire Deities. Large fires were built outdoors and Yule Logs lit indoors, in order to rekindle the dying Sun and help it to return brightly to the Northern skies. Burnt logs and ashes from the Midwinter fires were kept as a talisman against lightning and house fires. It was also a custom in many parts of Paleopagan Europe to decorate live evergreen trees in honor of the Gods (cutting down a tree to bring indoors is a blasphemous desecration of the original concept). This is considered, along with Midsummer, the best day of the year to cut mistletoe. Among some Mediterranean Paleopagans, a date on or near this was celebrated as the Birthday of Mithras and/or the Feast of Saturnalia (which the Christians co-opted to use for the birth of Christ).


THIS WEEK'S BIRTHDAYS:

   Happy 70th Birthday today to   My Friend, Judy Bundy Bowermaster (Litchfield HS, IL - '59) of IL!

   Happy Birthday tomorrow to   Kitty Norman Haskins ('57) of VA AND    Harry Barritt ('64) of VA AND    Dale Mueller ('64) of VA AND    Bill Rash ('67) of VA!

   Happy Birthday this week to:

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;

27 -   Anita Morgan Becker ('66) of VA!

   Many Happy Returns to You All!

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


THIS DAY IN WWII:

December 21, 1941 - A formal treaty of alliance between Thailand and Japan was signed in the presence of the Emerald Buddha in Wat Phra Kaew.


THIS DAY IN 1965:

Tuesday, December 21, 1965 - Actor and comedian Andy Dick was born in Charleston, South Carolina.

Tuesday, December 21, 1965 - Composer Stuart Mitchell was born in Scotland.

Tuesday, December 21, 1965 - German comedienne Anke Engelke was born in Montreal, Quebec, Canada.

Tuesday, December 21, 1965 - Composer Claude Champagne (born 27 May 1891 in Montreal, Quebec, Canada) died in Montreal, Quebec, Canada.


  From Norris Perry (Warwick HS - '59) of VA - 08/05/10 - "Vote for Grace (REPEATED)":

  This is my daughter Laura's dog in a contest to be on the cover of a bag of dog food.

Vote every day for Grace. Thanks.

   Oh, Laura is your daughter, Norris! Well, that makes it all the more important!

http://www.adogslife.net/photo_gallery.php?pg=&limit=40&sort=tnid&type=tnap&field=dog_name&keyword=grace#14296

 
 

  
Grace was named the September 2010 People's Choice!  We only have 10 more days to vote for Grace!

   It only takes about two seconds to cast your allotted daily vote)!!!  

  All that is necessary for Dollar to win is that Typhoons do nothing to help Grace!

http://www.adogslife.net/photo_gallery.php?pg=&limit=40&sort=tnid&type=tnap&field=dog_name&keyword=grace#14296


  From Bill Rash - 12/18/10 (but not found until 12/20/10):

Carol,

Don’t forget my birthday is Dec. 22.

I don’t know if you had a picture of me from the yearbook – no, you don't.

Thanks for all your good work.

Bill Rash (’67)

   
 
 
  
  
Um, no, uh, it's been on my "to-do" list for about four years now.....  BUT the good news is - see how much better this image is than the one I might have finally scanned would have been!

   Thanks so much, Bill! Happy Birthday - and Merry Christmas!


  From Domi O'Brien ('64) of NH - 12/20/10 - "Winter Tidings":

Scél lém dúib

ut dixit Find hu Baiscne

1. Scél lém dúib
dordaid dam.
snigid gaim
ro faith sam.

2. gáeth ard huar
ísel grian
gair a rrith
ruthach .i. tondgarach rían. .i. muir

3. roruad rath .i. raithnech
ro cleth .i. ro cheil cruth.
ro gab gnath
giugrand guth.

4. ro gab uacht
ete. én
aigre ré.
e. mo scle.

scél lem duib

Translation

As Finn, descendent of Baíscni, said:

My tidings for you: the stag bells,
Winter snows, summer is gone.

Wind high and cold, low the sun,
Short his course, sea running high.

Deep-red the bracken, its shape all gone,
The wild-goose has raised his wonted cry.

Cold has caught the wings of birds;
Season of ice - these are my tidings

SOURCES
Lebor na hUidre, ll.849-856.

   Thank you, Domi! Merry Yule Greetings to you and yours!


      From Wayne Stokes ('65) of VA - 12/20/10 - " LITTLE KNOWN TIDBIT OF NAVAL HISTORY":

OK, one of those rare occasions when I know the "why of it"!! In "those days" water was the most unsafe thing to drink due to no way to purify it. Therefore, <our founding fathers included> ,the Navy relied heavily on spirits and their "germ killing" alcohol for their drink of choice. It didn't hurt that after awhile of healthy drinking, one would be more apt to be for individual liberties and support the position of "damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead'!!:-) TRUE!! Our British cousins had the same drink available to them, but apparently didn't use it as wisely!

SPD members practiced this "healthy drinking" as well, I'm sure, as our other contemporaries did:-) It was illegal and therefore necessary. When it became legal, it lost some of it's "zing"!

RWS


LITTLE KNOWN TIDBIT OF NAVAL HISTORY
 
  The U. S. S. Constitution (Old Ironsides), as a combat vessel, carried 48,600 gallons of fresh water for her crew of 475 officers and men. This was sufficient to last six months of sustained operations at sea. She carried no evaporators (i.e. fresh water distillers).

However, let it be noted that according to her ship's log, "On July 27, 1798, the U.S.S. Constitution sailed from Boston with a full complement of 475 officers and men, 48,600 gallons of fresh water, 7,400 cannon shot, 11,600 pounds of black powder and 79,400 gallons of rum."

Her mission: "To destroy and harass English shipping."

Making Jamaica on 6 October, she took on 826 pounds of flour and 68,300 gallons of rum.

Then she headed for the Azores, arriving there 12 November. She provisioned with 550 pounds of beef and 64,300 gallons of Portuguese wine.

 
 

On 18 November, she set sail for England. In the ensuing days she defeated five British men-of-war and captured and scuttled 12 English merchant ships, salvaging only the rum aboard each.

By 26 January, her powder and shot were exhausted. Nevertheless, although unarmed she made a night raid up the Firth of Clyde in Scotland. Her landing party captured a whisky distillery and transferred 40,000 gallons of single malt Scotch aboard by dawn. Then she headed home.

The U. S. S. Constitution arrived in Boston on 20 February 1799, with no cannon shot, no food, no powder, no rum, no wine, no whisky, and 38,600 gallons of water.

GO NAVY!

 
   WILD GIGGLES! Thanks, Wayne Honey!


  From Jerry ('65) and    Judy Phillips Allen ('66) of VA - 12/20/10 - "Digital Christmas - Merry Christmas!!!!":

Digital Christmas - Merry Christmas!!!!
 
The story of Christmas for the technologically minded.  Enjoy and Merry Christmas.

Merry Christmas to all of my digital friends.

Digital Christmas

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GkHNNPM7pJA

   Okay, Sweetie-Pies, this is uber-strange! I like it! Merry Christmas!


      From Wayne Stokes ('65) of VA - 12/20/10 - "Jesus Knows You're Here":

Surprise ending!!

"Jesus Knows You're Here"

A burglar broke into a house one night. He shined his flashlight around, looking for valuables when a voice in the dark said, 'Jesus knows you're here.'

He nearly jumped out of his skin, clicked his flashlight off, and froze.

When he heard nothing more, after a bit, he shook his head and continued.

Just as he pulled the stereo out so he could disconnect the wires, clear as a bell he heard, 'Jesus is watching you.'

Freaked out, he shined his light around frantically, looking for the source of the voice.

Finally, in the corner of the room, his flashlight beam came to rest on a parrot. Did you say that?' he hissed
at the parrot.



'Yep', the parrot confessed, then squawked, 'I'm just trying to warn you that he is watching you.'

The burglar relaxed. 'Warn me, huh? Who in the world are you ?'

'Moses,' replied the bird.

'Moses?' the burglar laughed. 'What kind of people would name a bird Moses?'

'The same kind of people that would name a Rottweiler Jesus.'

         Thanks again, Wayne Honey!


YULE LOG CAKE BONUS RECIPES:

http://hubpages.com/hub/yule-log

http://kathyniemer.tripod.com/kathysillustratedrecipes/id11.html

http://www.joyofbaking.com/YuleLog.html

http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Classic-Yule-Log/Detail.aspx

http://www.donogh.com/cooking/holiday/yulelog.shtml

http://www.suite101.com/content/yule-log-recipe-from-betty-crocker-a9735

http://www.ehow.com/how_10052_make-yule-log.html

http://www.bukisa.com/articles/209420_yule-log-cake-recipe 

http://www.cooks.com/rec/search/0,1-0,yule_log,FF.html


CHRISTMAS BONUS:

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

"A Slice of Life"

Jean heaved another world-weary sigh. Tucking a strand of shiny black hair behind her ear, she frowned at the teetering tower of Christmas cards waiting to be signed. What was the point? How could she sign only one name? A "couple" required two people, and she was just one.

The legal separation from Don had left her feeling vacant and incomplete. Maybe she would skip the cards this year. And the holiday decorating. Truthfully, even a tree felt like more than she could manage. She had canceled out of the caroling party and the church nativity pageant. Christmas was to be shared, and she had no one to share it with.

The doorbell's insistent ring startled her. Padding to the door in her thick socks, Jean cracked it open against the frigid December night. She peered into the empty darkness of the porch. Instead of a friendly face -- something she could use about now -- she found only a jaunty green gift bag perched on the railing. From whom? she wondered. And why?

Under the bright kitchen light, she pulled out handfuls of shredded gold tinsel, feeling for a gift. Instead, her fingers plucked an envelope from the bottom. Tucked inside was a typed letter. It was a...story?

The little boy was new to the Denmark orphanage, and Christmas was drawing near, Jean read. Already caught up in the tale, she settled into a kitchen chair.

From the other children, he heard tales of a wondrous tree that would appear in the hall on Christmas Eve and of the scores of candles that would light its branches. He heard stories of the mysterious benefactor who made it possible each year.

The little boy's eyes opened wide at the mere thought of all that splendor. The only Christmas tree he had ever seen was through the fogged windows of other people's homes. There was even more, the children insisted. More? Oh, yes! Instead of the orphanage's regular fare of gruel, they would be served fragrant stew and crusty, hot bread that special night.

Last, and best of all, the little boy learned, each of them would receive a holiday treat. He would join the line of children to get his very own....

Jean turned the page. Instead of a continuation, she was startled to read: "Everyone needs to celebrate Christmas, wouldn't you agree? Watch for Part II." She refolded the paper while a faint smile teased the corner of her mouth.

The next day was so busy that Jean forgot all about the story. That evening, she rushed home from work. If she hurried, she'd probably have enough time to decorate the mantle. She pulled out the box of garland, only to drop it when the doorbell rang. Opening the door, she found herself looking at a red gift bag. She reached for it eagerly and pulled out the piece of paper.

...to get his very own orange, Jean read. An orange? That's a treat? she thought incredulously.

An orange! Of his very own? Yes, the others assured him. There would be one apiece. The boy closed his eyes against the wonder of it all. A tree. Candles. A filling meal. And an orange of his very own.

He knew the smell, tangy sweet, but only the smell. He had sniffed oranges at the merchant's stall in the marketplace. Once he had even dared to rub a single finger over the brilliant, pocked skin. He fancied for days that his hand still smelled of orange. But to taste one, to eat one? Heaven.

The story ended abruptly, but Jean didn't mind. She knew more would follow.

The next evening, Jean waited anxiously for the sound of the doorbell. She wasn't disappointed. This time, though, the embossed gold bag was heavier than the others had been. She tore into the envelope resting on top of the tissue paper.

Christmas Eve was all the children had been promised. The piney scent of fir competed with the aroma of lamb stew and homey yeast bread. Scores of candles diffused the room with golden halos. The boy watched in amazement as each child in turn eagerly claimed an orange and politely said "thank you."

The line moved quickly, and he found himself in front of the towering tree and the equally imposing headmaster.

"Too bad, young man, too bad. But the count was in before you arrived. It seems there are no more oranges. Next year. Yes, next year you will receive an orange."

Brokenhearted, the orphan raced up the stairs empty-handed to bury both his face and his tears beneath his pillow.

Wait! This wasn't how she wanted the story to go. Jean felt the boy's pain, his aloneness.

The boy felt a gentle tap on his back. He tried to still his sobs. The tap became more insistent until, at last, he pulled his head from under the pillow.

He smelled it before he saw it. A cloth napkin rested on the mattress. Tucked inside was a peeled orange, tangy sweet. It was made of segments saved from the others. A slice donated from each child. Together they added up to make one whole, complete fruit.

An orange of his very own.
 
Jean swiped at the tears trickling down her cheeks. From the bottom of the gift bag she pulled out an orange -- a foil-covered chocolate orange--already separated into segments. And for the first time in weeks, she smiled. Really smiled.

She set about making copies of the story, wrapping individual slices of the chocolate orange. There was Mrs. Potter across the street, spending her first Christmas alone in 58 years. There was Melanie down the block, facing her second round of radiation. Her running partner, Jan, single-parenting a difficult teen. Lonely Mr. Bradford losing his eyesight, and Sue, sole care-giver to an aging mother....

A piece from her might help make one whole.
 

 -- By Carol McAdoo Rehme


 


     From Me ('65) of IL - 12/21/10:
 
   Today's story reminded me again of some words I shared with you just over six years ago:
  
   I'm sure you're not all as obtuse as I am, and this thought is no doubt superfluous, but I'll just include it as a reminder to myself.

   This time of year is not always a joyous one for everyone. There are those who struggle bravely just to maintain an outward smile, and those who may have formerly delighted in this season but who now find it filled with pain and heartache. There are many whose moods swing sharply and suddenly from gaiety and merriment to gloom and desperation. As we hurry through our ever busy days, let's try to remember to be aware of those around us. Let us even seek out those we may not see, those whose spirits may be lifted by a smile, a hug, a phone call, a note, a card, an email, a loaf of homemade bread, or even something as simple as diamonds and pearls - oh, no, I mean a plate of cookies. Your own burdens will be made lighter as you pause to share a bit of yourself.

   Y'all take care of each other!


ABBREVIATED ALERT:

  From Jane Chambers of VA - 07/01/09, 02/07/10, AND 07/31/10 - "CNC BOOK BROCHURE & AD" AND 61-62 DECADERS ADDENDA AND DRAMATIC WORKSHOPS STUDENTS:

http://www.nnhs65.com/CNC-CNU/brochure(2).pdf

http://www.nnhs65.com/CNC-CNU/CNC-Memories-Book-219390602.pdf

http://www.nnhs65.com/CNC-CNU/61-63-DECADERS-ADDENDA.doc

http://www.nnhs65.com/CNC-CNU/61-63-DRAMATIC-WORKSHOP-STUDENTS.doc 

   Contact Dr. Chambers at cncmemories61_71@yahoo.com.

   Thanks, Jane!
 


FINALLY:

From http://www.ahajokes.com/christmas_jokes.html:

"Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer"

A Russian couple was walking down the street in St. Petersburg the other night, when the man felt a drop hit his nose. "I think it's raining," he said to his wife.

"No, that felt more like snow to me," she replied. "No, I'm sure it was just rain, he said." Well, as these things go, they were about to have a major argument about whether it was raining or snowing. Just then they saw a minor communist party official walking toward them. "Let's not fight about it," the man said, "let's ask Comrade Rudolph whether it's officially raining or snowing."

As the official approached, the man said, "Tell us, Comrade Rudolph, is it officially raining or snowing?"

"It's raining, of course," he answered and walked on.

But the woman insisted: "I know that felt like snow!"

To which the man quietly replied: "Rudolph the Red knows rain, dear!"


DATES TO REMEMBER:

1. Thursday, January 6, 2011 - 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 fiends in that year, go visit with them.

2. Wednesday, February 9, 2010 - 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.

3. Wednesday, April 13, 2010 - 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.
4.
Saturday, April 30, 2011 - The NNHS Class will have a Luncheon. Team Leaders are Mickey Marcella (mcmiceli@verizon.net - 757-249-3800), Betty Hamby Neher (bjneher@cox.net - 757-898-5099), and Dr. Harry Simpson (hdsdds@aol.com - 804-694-0346). - CLASS OF 1954

. Saturday, July 9, 2011 (6:30 PM to 11:30 PM) - The Class of 1971 will hold its 40-Year Reunion at Newport News Marriott at City Center, 740 Town Center Drive, Newport News. For details, contact Richard Rawls at Richard@Rawls.com - CLASS OF 1971


PRAYER ROLL :

http://www.nnhs65.com/requests-prayers.html - updated 08/22/10

BLOG:

http://nnhs.wordpress.com/ - updated 10/21/10


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

                           Love to all, Carol

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Carol Buckley Harty
915-780-3048

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Deck the Halls

(The music to Deck the Halls is believed to Welsh in origin and was reputed to have come from a tune
called "Nos Galan" dating back to the sixteenth century. In the eighteenth century Mozart used the tune
to Deck the Halls for a violin and piano duet J.P. McCaskey is sometimes credited with the lyrics
of Deck the Halls but he only edited the Franklin Square Song Collection in which the lyrics
were first published. The first publication date of Deck the Halls is 1881. The author is unknown
but the words are said to originate in America.)

 

Deck the halls with boughs of holly,
Fa la la la la la, la la la la.
Tis the season to by jolly,
Fa la la la la la, la la la la.

Don we now our gay apparel,
Fa la la, la la la, la la la.
Troll the ancient Yuletide carol,
Fa la la la la la, la la la la.

See the blazing Yule before us,
Fa la la la la la, la la la la.
Strike the harp and join the chorus.
Fa la la la la la, la la la la.

Follow me in merry measure,
Fa la la, la la la, la la la.
While I tell of Yuletide treasure,
Fa la la la la la, la la la la.

Fast away the old year passes,
Fa la la la la la, la la la la.
Hail the new, ye lads and lasses,
Fa la la, la la la, la la la.

Sing we joyous, all together,
Fa la la la la la, la la la la.
Heedless of the wind and weather,
Fa la la la la la, la la la la.


 


"Deck the Halls" midi and lyrics courtesy of http://wilstar.com/xmas/xmasjuke.htm - 12/03/05

History courtesy of http://www.carols.org.uk/deck_the_halls.htm - 12/05/05

"Spirit of Yule" Image courtesy of http://www.myspace.com/tiogar - 12/20/10

Holly Divider Line clip art courtesy of http://www.bravenet.com - 08/12/04

Animated Tiny Birthday Cake clip art courtesy of Sarah Puckett Kressaty ('65) of VA - 08/31/05
Thanks, Sarah Sugah!

Litchfield High School's Purple Panther Paw Print courtesy of http://www.litchfield.k12.il.us/ - 06/23/07

Pine Forest High School (NC) Trojans Logo clip art courtesy of http://www.pfhs.ccs.k12.nc.us/alumni.htm - 05/19/07

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

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