- NNHS Newsletter
“A Festivus for the Rest of Us!”
“There can be hope only for a society which
acts as one big family, not as many separate ones.”
Dear Friends and Schoolmates,
Today marks our fourth observance of the totally ludicrous Seinfeld holiday of Festivus (revealed December 18, 1997):
BONUS #1 - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c8g4Ztf7hIM - The Story of Festivus
BONUS #2 - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OrZPcGG0_e8&NR=1&feature=fvwp - Festivus - The Airing of Grievances
BONUS #3 - http://www.festivus.biz/festivus.mp3
BONUS #4 - http://www.festivuspoles.com/pages/Festivuspoles.htm (contains video song)
BONUS #5 - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ma879--VKrI - Five Things You Should Know about Festivus
THIS WEEK'S BIRTHDAYS:
Happy Festivus Birthday today to Tom Flax ('64) of VA AND Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of VA AND Holly Hill Campbell (Hampton Roads Academy - '72) of VA!
Happy Christmas Eve Birthday tomorrow to James Gay ('57) AND Ann W. Hutcheson ('57) AND Sandye Jordan Murray ('67) of VA!
Happy Birthday this week to:
25 - Patsy Bloxom Meider ('57) of NC AND Doug Dickinson ('69) of VA;
27 - Anita Morgan Becker ('66) of VA;
29 - Roy Tate ('57);
30 - William Gwynn ('57) AND Ron Miller ('59) of NC AND (if Plaxo is to be believed) Carole Althaus Tanenhaus ('65) of MD AND Joyce Tedder Rossman ('68) of PA AND Sarah Stewart Vance ('69) of VA!
Many Happy Returns to You All!
Hit # 122,000 was made on Saturday, December 22, 2012 at 11:00 AM by Shirley Eanes Matthews ('66) of VA.
From Shirley Eanes Matthews ('66) of VA - 12/22/12, 11:01 AM - "122,000":
Yep, it's me again. Number 122,000.
Please send any reward to: (address in VA)
Here's hoping you and yours have a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
Shirley Eanes Matthews ('66)
P.S. Keep the newsletter the same; don't change a thing unless YOU want to. I'm just happy that you do anything at all. I look forward to each new edition as though it were a reward for my best behavior - especially since I haven't been on good behavior for more years that I can count!
WILD GIGGLES! Thanks so much, Shirley - Merry Christmas! I'm putting your ornament in a card right now!
December 23, 1941 -
American forces on
Island surrendered to the
Japanese Imperial Army.
December 23, 1942 - Bob Hope agreed to entertain U.S. airmen in Alaska. It was the first of the traditional Christmas shows.
December 23, 1948 - Former Japanese premier Hideki Tojo and six other Japanese war leaders convicted of war crimes by the International Military Tribunal for the Far East were executed at Sugamo Prison in Tokyo. They had been found guilty of crimes against humanity.
THIS DAY IN1962:
|Sunday, December 23, 1962 - Film director Kang Je-gyu was born in South Korea.|
From Judy Phillips Allen ('66) of VA on behalf of Joe Lieberman ('66) - 12/22/12, 9:11 PM - "NNHS Band":
... Mr. Wilson had a recording of the band in the 60’s. Does anyone have a copy of it? It is the Typhoon Marching Band music. Joe says that no music can compare as it lifts him up.
Hoping for some help.
firstname.lastname@example.org is his email. Thanks!
Thank you, Dearest Judy! I've been hearing rumors of such a recording for the past dozen years, but this is the first time I've ever heard its existence confirmed as an actual fact! I personally have no knowledge of it, though the number of people who would love to own it is legion, I'm sure - including me! Let's try again to locate a copy!
From Polly Norris Davis ('65) of VA - 12/22/12 - " Jamey Douglas Bacon ('66 - of VA)":
Loved our visits to Jamey and Maggie after reading about Jamey. They are
both so cute and entertaining in spite of both having serious health
Jamey said that I could share this photo with you.
So glad that you have taken your time and energy to do this enormous job for us. Hope that you are well and feeling super for Christmas.
Much love, Polly
OH, WOWZERS! Thanks so very much, Polly Dear - for everything!
Wednesday, December 19, 2012
Newport News, VA
|Jamey and Maggie|
From My #2 Daughter-in-Law, Bethany Winona Harty (Siuslaw HS, OR - '94) of TX - 12/20/12:
WOWZERS! He's "lookin' good!"! Thanks, Lady!
|Wednesday, December 19, 2012 - El Paso, TX|
|Jacob Harty - age 15|
From Norm Covert ('61) of MD -12/21/12 - "Seeking Sugar Plums":
Seeking Sugar Plums
Posted: 20 Dec 2012 03:53 PM PST
By Norman M. Covert
The countdown is on ‘til Christmas Eve. Santa Claus is scheduled next week to bring toys and all manner of wondrous gifts to good little boys and girls in a “whishing” mission, borne in his reindeer-powered sleigh.
One wonders if this is fantasy. However, I knew the pilot light of Christmas still flickered inside me when my 1948 Lionel Steam Locomotive finally got going under our tree Sunday night. I can spend hours watching it chug around the track.
We cherish the private hope that Santa Claus (nee, St. Nicholas, Father Christmas) can achieve his improbable task Monday night by spreading tidings of great joy and peace on earth from his sack of goodies.
Bah, humbug to the Ebenezer Scrooges. We are beset again this season by the political “ins,” who are dazzled by their own magnificence and who are wont to replace our closely held beliefs with their form of blasphemy.
I’m stubborn and believe that we can turn back the assault on all we hold dear. We can recover the magic of the Advent season. The story and celebration of Christ’s birth in a stable in Bethlehem, Judea, endures despite centuries of naysayers.
Santa Claus is one of those “necessaries” like Christmas trees, evergreen wreaths and the shoes full of candy in the name of legendary Father Christmas. We may view him through the eyes of 19th century editorial cartoonist Thomas Nast or through the lifelike magazine covers drawn by the late artist Norman Rockwell.
There also is the marketing image which grew from Coca-Cola’s first use of Santa in the 1920s. In 1931 Archie Lee of D’Arcy Advertising Agency finessed the image based on the Clement Clark Moore description. Coca-Cola’s Santa became a part of Christmas imaging as much as any depiction.
Thomas Nast created the outsized character of St. Nicholas clad in fur, biting his long-stemmed pipe and clutching dolls and other toys. His broad grin topping a visage first described in Moore’s enduring 1822 narrative, “A Visit From St. Nicholas.”
Moore’s narrative said St. Nicholas was dressed in fur, had twinkling eyes, dimples, cheeks like roses, a nose like a cherry; he had a “droll little mouth” and held a pipe in his teeth.
He had a broad face and round belly, Moore continued. He was chubby and plump, his clothes tarnished from the ashes and soot of the fireplace. He had a bundle of toys flung over his shoulder.
A storied editorial cartoonist, Nast was beset by the chaos of the War Between the States in 1862 when he first drew St. Nicholas out of the legend as our Christmas benefactor. There is little doubt Mr. Nast sought to bring some joy out of the horror of that national calamity.
Fond memories arose a couple weeks ago when the unique radio voice of Kemosabe Joe (Johnson) appeared on our local radio station’s annual “Christmas Cash for Kids” appeal.
Kemosabe Joe, now with WTDK-FM, (Salisbury, Md.), brought his talent and reputation to Frederick, MD, where he didn’t disappoint the legion of “Rock” music listeners. He was purveyor of broadcast excellence at the former Z104-FM, now a simulcast station with all-news WTOP-AM, Washington, D. C.
He was a mentor, too. He suggested in 1980 that we do a weekly, pre-recorded information segment on what was happening at the U.S. Army’s Fort Detrick military installation. I was chief of public affairs and sought any opportunity to communicate with citizens.
Kemosabe then suggested we might partner in putting together a “Santa Tracking Report” to be broadcast on Christmas Eve. The North American Air Defense Command (NORAD) once cooperated in a version of tracking Santa and other radio and television outlets tried it through their weather forecast teams.
I bought Kemo’s idea. I recalled legendary radio and motion picture entrepreneur Stan Freberg. He preached the magic of radio and the images which could be generated in the mind of listeners.
I loved hearing Freberg drain Lake Michigan; fill it with hot chocolate; top it with whipped cream; and have the Canadian Air Force drop a huge maraschino cherry on top, while 25,000 extras cheered. “Let’s see them do that on television,” he taunted.
With the Fort Detrick and East Coast Telecommunications Center commanders’ blessings we put together actualities using the operations center of the international defense satellite facility. We recorded 13 reports to be aired each hour.
Kemo did his broadcast panel finessing and the reports became a regular Christmas Eve feature the next few years with some modifications. After the demise of Z104 we cooperated one year the local WFMD-AM and FM.
The magic of Christmas and children’s expectations struck me that first year when my daughters heard the reports. They were thrilled to hear Santa had been sighted in the “Catoctin corridor” near Camp David by a helicopter pilot. They recognized the on-scene reporter’s voice, but never let on they knew it was “Dad.”
I was not alone as a child having visions of sugar plums dancing in my head. Our tree went up Christmas Eve with Dad spending an interminable amount of time trying to get all the red and green bulbs working. It was wired in “series” in which one bad bulb darkened the entire line. Eventually he got the lights working and on the tree.
Soon after, we placed our stockings on the cardboard fireplace and headed off to bed. It was exciting; Santa Claus would finish the decorating and morning would arrive as proof of our faith.
You are encouraged to make an effort to set aside frustrations of the times and recapture, at least for a brief period, that innocent, magical time when you put out the cookies for Santa and the carrots for Rudolph.
Aw, go ahead, you know you want to do it.
Here’s wishing you visions of sugarplums, the magic of Santa and the joy of Christ’s birth.—©2012 Norman M. Covert
This appears in its original form at www.thetentacle.com and is use with permission of the author and The Octopus, LLC.
|OHHH! How delightful! Thank you so much, Normie! The Merriest of Christmases to you and your family!|
From Hunter Todd ('57) of TX - 12/20/12 - "Merry Christmas from 46th WorldFest-Houston Intl Film Festival!":
Wishing you...the Happiest of Holidays!
Our traditional Holiday Gift to You: Entry Deadline
Team WorldFest - Sponsored by AMC Theaters, the Houston Arts Alliance (HAA), Boxer Property, Amtrak, Panasonic 3D/HD, Eastman Kodak, The City of Houston, The Houston Film Commission, The Marriott Renaissance Hotel at Greenway Plaza, Space Center Houston, Texas Longhorns, Wagner Media, Office Max imPRESS, NASA, The Houston Yacht Club, InkTip, The Houston Film Society, OnlyInHouston, Fest21.com and The Wellness Center.
9898 Bissonnet Street - Suite 650 Penthouse - Houston, Texas 77036
WOWZERS! Thanks so much, Hunter! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you and yours, too!
From My Husband, Paul Harty (Bardolph HS, IL - '61) of NC - 12/22/12 - "old woman":
SHE WALKED UP AND
TIED HER OLD MULE TO THE HITCH RAIL. AS SHE STOOD THERE, BRUSHING SOME
OF THE DUST FROM HER FACE AND CLOTHES, A YOUNG GUNSLINGER STEPPED OUT OF
THE SALOON WITH A GUN IN ONE HAND AND A BOTTLE OF WHISKEY IN THE OTHER.
THE YOUNG GUNSLINGER LOOKED AT THE OLD WOMAN AND LAUGHED, SAYING "HEY, OLD WOMAN, HAVE YOU EVER DANCED?"
THE OLD WOMAN LOOKED UP AT THE GUNSLINGER AND SAID, "NO, I NEVER DID DANCE... NEVER REALLY WANTED TO."
A CROWD HAD GATHERED AS THE GUNSLINGER GRINNED AND SAID, "WELL, YOU OLD BAG, YOU'RE GONNA DANCE NOW," AND STARTED SHOOTING AT THE OLD WOMAN'S FEET.
THE OLD WOMAN PROSPECTOR - NOT WANTING TO GET HER TOE BLOWN OFF - STARTED HOPPING AROUND. EVERYBODY WAS LAUGHING.
WHEN HIS LAST BULLET HAD BEEN FIRED, THE YOUNG GUNSLINGER, STILL LAUGHING, HOLSTERED HIS GUN AND TURNED AROUND TO GO BACK INTO THE SALOON.
THE OLD WOMAN TURNED TO HER PACK MULE, PULLED OUT A DOUBLE-BARRELED SHOTGUN, AND COCKED BOTH HAMMERS.
THE LOUD CLICKS CARRIED CLEARLY THROUGH THE DESERT AIR. THE CROWD STOPPED LAUGHING IMMEDIATELY.
THE YOUNG GUNSLINGER HEARD THE SOUNDS TOO, AND HE TURNED AROUND VERY SLOWLY. THE SILENCE WAS ALMOST DEAFENING.
THE CROWD WATCHED AS THE YOUNG GUNMAN STARED AT THE OLD WOMAN AND THE LARGE GAPING HOLES OF THOSE TWIN BARRELS.
THE BARRELS OF THE SHOTGUN NEVER WAVERED IN THE OLD WOMAN'S HANDS, AS SHE QUIETLY SAID, "SON, HAVE YOU EVER KISSED A MULE'S A__?"
THE GUNSLINGER SWALLOWED HARD AND SAID, "NO MA'AM... BUT... I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO."
THERE ARE A FEW LESSONS FOR US ALL HERE:
1 - NEVER BE ARROGANT.
2 - Don't waste ammunition.
3 - Whiskey makes you think you're smarter than you are.
4 - Always, always make sure you know who has the power.
5 - Don't mess with old women; they didn't get old by being stupid...
I JUST LOVE A STORY WITH A HAPPY ENDING, DON'T YOU?
|Thanks, Haul Party!|
From Me ('65) of NC - 12/21/12:
BONUS CHRISTMAS STORY:
"Ansel's Special Gift"
Window after window, Ansel passed. Each was filled with different things that, at various times in his life, he had bought. The diamond ring. The wedding band. The casual and the elegant clothes. The maternity wear and the baby things. The toys. Oh, yes, the toys. Especially the ones that came in pieces and had to be assembled.
How she'd laugh and how he'd curse, trying to put the toys together. She'd bring him coffee. They'd sit and talk of Christmases past. She'd drink the milk and eat the cookies the children had left for Santa. Then, when all the work was done, they'd sit on the floor in front of the fire and pray to the child who had changed the world. They'd pray to the Prince of Peace. They'd kiss. They'd hold each other close. They'd feel the fear of all the world and the safety of each other. Yes, these were the times when they knew love best. These were the fullest of years.
A smile crept across Ansel's face. "Wonderful, wonderful times," he thought. "But my gift...I must find my gift."
Ansel turned from Saks and walked down the street. Past the haberdashery. Past the bakery. Past the laughter-filled cafe. He came to a stop at the toy store window. He watched the circling electric train running through mountains and villages. The sailboats. Airplanes with gas engines. Mesmerized, he watched them all, losing himself in the ghosts of the past and their hollow, faraway laughter.
Then a shiver ran down his spine. Despite his hat and gloves and coat, Ansel was growing cold. He was growing tired. But nothing...nothing could he find. He could not find his treasured gift.
Then he saw it! There it was! Tucked in the corner. High on a shelf. Up behind the expensive toys. Yes! There it was. The perfect gift. The most perfect gift of all.
Ansel entered the shop and purchased the gift, requesting that it be nicely wrapped. Then he walked back to the street and hailed a cab.
"Where to?" the cabby asked.
"St. Elizabeth's Hospital," Ansel replied.
arriving at the hospital, Ansel paid the driver, tipping him nicely.
Each wished the other a Merry Christmas. Ansel shuffled through the
lobby to the elevator, taking it to the fourth floor -- to Sarah's
BONUS CHRISTMAS KNIT PATTERN:
|http://www.berroco.com/patterns/erastus - Amanda Keep's Erastus Snowflake - "Light and airy, this knitted snowflake is a perfect decoration for your home or holiday gifts."|
BONUS CHRISTMAS RECIPE:http://www.bhg.com/recipe/cookies/browned-butter-sandwich-stars/ - Browned-Butter Sandwich Stars Cookies
From Joan Lauterbach Krause ('60) of VA -
11/14/12 - "More Remarkable beings (and a little break...) (#36 in a Series of
From Bill Hobbs ('66) of Northern VA AND From Wayne Stokes ('65) of VA - 12/04/12 - "Live Like Someone Left the Gate Open (#19 in a Series of 23)":
If you threw a party, the worst thing you could have done was throw the kind of party where your guests, the next day, call you up to say they had a nice time. Now you'll be expected to throw another great party next year.
What you should have done was throw the kind of party where your guests wake up several days from now and call their lawyers to find out if they've been indicted for anything. You want your guests to be so anxious to avoid a recurrence of your party that they immediately start planning parties of their own, a year in advance, just to prevent you from having another one.
So next time, make sure your party reaches the correct Festivity Level:
Festivity Level One:
Your guests are chatting amiably with each other, admiring your Christmas-tree ornaments, singing carols around the upright piano, sipping at their drinks and nibbling at hors d'oeuvres.
Festivity Level Two:
Your guests are talking loudly--sometimes to each other and sometimes to nobody at all, rearranging your Christmas-tree ornaments, singing "I Gotta Be Me" around the upright piano, gulping their drinks and wolfing down hors d'oeuvres.
Festivity Level Three:
Your guests are arguing violently with inanimate objects, singing "I Can't Get No Satisfaction," gulping other people's drinks, wolfing down Christmas-tree ornaments, and placing hors d'oeuvres in the upright piano to see what happens when the little hammers strike them.
(You want to keep your party somewhere around Level Three, unless you rent your home and own firearms, in which case you can go to Level Four.)
Festivity Level Four:
Your guests have hors d'oeuvres smeared all over their bodies, are performing a ritual dance around the burning Christmas tree, and have consumed all ten gallons of alcohol at the party. The piano is missing.
The best way to get to Level Four is eggnog. To make eggnog, you'll need rum, whiskey, wine, gin and, if they are in season, eggs. Combine all ingredients in a large, festive bowl. If you use enough alcohol you won't have to worry about them getting salmonella poisoning--their alcohol toxicity level will eliminate that possibility. Then induce your guests to drink this potent mixture.
If your party is successful, the police will knock on your door. If your party is very successful, the police will then lob tear gas through your living-room window. As host, your job is to make sure they don't arrest anybody. Or, if they're dead set on arresting someone, your job is to make sure it isn't you. The best way to do this is to show a lot of respect for their uniforms and assure them you're not doing anything illegal. Here's how to handle it:
Police: "Good evening. Are you the host?"
Police: "We've been getting complaints about this party."
You: "About the drugs?"
You: "About the guns, then? Is somebody complaining about the guns?"
Police: "No, the noise."
You: "Oh, the noise. Well, that makes sense, because there are no guns or drugs here. (An enormous explosion is heard in the background.) Or fireworks. Who's complaining about the noise? The neighbors?"
Police: "No, the neighbors fled inland hours ago. Most of the recent complaints have come from several miles away. Do you think you could ask the host to quiet things down?"
You: "No problem. (At this point, a Volkswagen bug with primitive religious symbols drawn on the doors emerges from the living room and roars down the hall, past the police and out the front door onto the lawn, where it smashes into a tree. Eight guests tumble out onto the grass, moaning.) See? Things are starting to wind down."
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, 2013 - 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.
http://www.nnhs65.com/requests-prayers.html - updated 12/17/12
http://nnhs.wordpress.com/ - updated 03/13/11
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schedule to support
Thank you so much!
Carol Buckley Harty
7020 Lure Court
Fayetteville, NC 28311-9309
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Let Them Wait!
What a lovely day for Festivus,
A Festivus for the rest of us,
(But this is??) no place to hate,
Let them wait, let them wait, let them wait!
"Let Them Wait! (Let It Snow!)" midi courtesy of http://www.abcsoffaith.com/html/sound7.html - 12/26/07
"Let Them Wait!" lyrics laboriously (HA HA!) not completely transcribed by the webmistress from http://www.festivus.biz/festivus.mp3 - 12/23/09
"Happy Festivus" Title Logo courtesy of http://www.cbrsd.org/nessacus/festivus/festivusmain.html - 12/23/10
"Happy Festivus" image courtesy of http://theframeproblem.wordpress.com/2007/12/24/heres-to-a-happy-festivus/ - 11/30/09
Animated Colored Lights Divider Line clip art courtesy of - um, I cannot seem to access that information at the moment - 12/08/08
Birthday Cake clip art courtesy of
Sarah Puckett Kressaty ('65) of
VA - 08/31/05
Thanks, Sarah Sugah!
Army Seal clip art courtesy of Al Farber ('64) of GA - 05/24/06 (still
Replaced by Norm Covert ('61) of MD - 02/09/09
Page Hit Counter clip art courtesy of http://www.bravenet.com - 03/07/06
Siuslaw High School's Viking Logo clip art courtesy of http://www.answers.com/topic/minnesotavikings-1000-png - 12/27/07
Coast Guard Seal clip art courtesy of http://www.tioh.hqda.pentagon.mil/SealsEmblems/USCG.htm - 10/03/07
Navy Seal clip art courtesy of http://www.onemileup.com/miniSeals.asp - 05/29/06
Animated Rolling Cat clip art courtesy of http://www.cybergata.com/anim.htm - page 14 - 11/14/09
Animated Ringing Christmas Bell clip art (designed by Art Holden) courtesy of http://www.animationfactory.com - 12/08/05
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