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12/23/14 - 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.”

- Anwar Sadat
(25 Dec 1918 - 06 Oct 1981)

Dear Friends and Schoolmates,

   Today marks our fifth 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


HOMEWORK:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Festivus

http://www.msgr.ca/msgr-2/festivus%2010.htm


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    Malcolm Davis ('65) of VA AND   Sandye Jordan Frost ('67) of NC!

   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;

28 - Bob Stalnaker ('63);

29 - Roy Tate ('57) AND Ginny Goolsby James ('63) AND   Kenny Lipscomb ('63) of VA AND    Michael Artman ('66) of VA;

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!

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


100 YEARS AGO TODAY:

December 23, 1914 - World War I: Australian and New Zealand troops arrived in Cairo, Egypt.


THIS DAY IN WWII:

December 23, 1940 - The Greek submarine Papanikolis (Υ-2) sank the Italian motor ship Antonietta.

December 23, 1941 - American forces on Wake 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 IN 1964:

Wednesday, December 23, 1964 - Singer-songwriter and guitarist (Pearl Jam, Temple of the Dog, Bad Radio, and Hovercraft) Eddie Vedder was born Edward Louis Severson in Evanston, Illinois.


SAD NEWS:

 From Kitty Dichtel Heffington (Ferguson HS - '73) of VA - 12/22/14, 9:06 AM - "  Nina Murphy Obit.":

Nina Murphy in Saturday, Online.

Mother of 
  Annette and    Ada Murphy
Class '64
NN high

Thanks!

Kitty Dichtel Heffington   

   Kitty, I am so sorry to learn this! Thank you for letting me know; I completely missed it.

http://www.nnhs65.com/12-22-14-NNHS-Nina-Williamson-Murphy.html


   From Rochelle Spooner ('63) of NY - 12/22/14, 7:24 AM - "RE: 'I'm sick and returning to bed now...' ": 

Oh Please feel better!  We need you.  

Love, Rochelle

   Thank you so much, Rochelle; I really appreciate that! Timing is everything, and mine is usually bad! Actually I think I'm getting "worserer" instead of "betterer!" I thought I'd be able to proceed on auto-pilot, but as we shall see next, that just doesn't always work for me - especially where those odious Newsletter announcements are concerned! 


BAD NEWS:

       From George Helliesen ('61) of MI - 12/22/14, 5:49 PM - "Newsletters":

   YOWZERONI! Thanks, George! I postponed sending the announcements for a whole day thinking my mind would clear some, but instead it just became worse. The links on the Newsletter page are fine and dandy, but within the announcements I see that both links go simply to the 12/21/14 Winter Solstice edition.

   I don't think I'd know how that could possibly have happened if my mind were clear and working properly, but it's for sure and certain I don't know now while I'm still feverish and confused!

   In the event that y'all missed the 12/22/14 Pat-a-Pan issue (which would be a terrible shame!) here are the CORRECT links:

http://www.nnhs65.com/12-21-14-NNHS-Winter-Solstice-B.html

http://www.nnhs65.com/12-22-14-NNHS-Pat-a-Pan.html

   Thanks again, George - for everything!


GOOD NEWS:

      From Joe Madagan ('57) of FL - 12/22/14, 10:05 PM - "A little good news today.":

Hi, Carol:

One of the blessings of this time of the year, we hear from friends, and today one such letter arrived to bring me great joy, and I truly wish to share it with the TYPHOON Nation.

 Coach Bill Chambers is pain free as a result of back surgery a year ago in July at the University of Virginia. The Annual Check Up reveals the spine surgery was a complete success. We can all rejoice with this good news.

TYPHOON Regards,
Joe Madagan ('57) of FL
 

   Thank you, Adonis! What fabulous news, indeed!

http://www.nnhs65.com/SITE-MAP.html 

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

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

               http://www.nnhs65.com/teach-Chambers.html


From My Friend, Daniel, of UT - 12/22/14:

So I ask you, what can we possibly give to the Lord this Christmastime? Considering all that He has done and is doing for us, there is something that we might give Him in return. Christ's great gift to us was His life and sacrifice. Should that not then be our small gift to Him-our lives and sacrifices, not only now but in the future?

- Ezra Taft Benson
(04 Aug 1899 – 30 May 1994)

    Thanks so much, Daniel!


    From Christine Wilson Starkman ('68) of CA - 12/20/14:

     HOW BEAUTIFUL! Thank you, Chris! Happy Hanukkah! 
 
 


  From Wayne Agee ('58) of FL - 12/22/14 - "Joy of Christmas":

 
The Joy of Christmas......
 

 

I have a list of people
All written in a book -
And every year at Christmas time
I go and take a look.
 
 And that is when I realize
That those names are all a part -
Not of the book they're written in
But of my very heart.  


For each name stands for someone
Who has crossed my path some time -
And in that meeting they've become
A treasured friend of mine.
 

And once you've met some people
the years can not erase -
The memory of a pleasant word
Or of a friendly face.


So when I send an email

That is addressed to you -

It's because you're on that 'Special list'

Of folk that I'm indebted to.


And you are one of several folk

In times past that I've met -

And happen to be one of those

I don't want ever to forget.


And whether I have known you

For many years or few -

In some way you have had a part

In shaping things I do.

So this is the Spirit of Christmas

That forever still endures -

May it leave its richest blessing

In the hearts of you and yours.

                                  

    Thank you so much, Wayne! Merry Christmas to you and yours, too!


    From Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of VA - 12/22/14 - "THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT......":

It’s long but good reading...
 
The old man sat in his gas station on a cold Christmas Eve. He hadn't been anywhere in years since his wife had passed away. It was just another day to him. He didn't hate Christmas, just couldn't find a reason to celebrate. He was sitting there looking at the snow that had been falling for the last hour and wondering what it was all about when the door opened and a homeless man stepped through.

Instead of throwing the man out, Old George as he was known by his customers, told the man to come and sit by the heater and warm up. "Thank you, but I don't mean to intrude," said the stranger. "I see you're busy, I'll just go."

"Not without something hot in your belly." George said.

He turned and opened a wide mouth Thermos and handed it to the stranger. "It ain't much, but it's hot and tasty. Stew ... Made it myself. When you're done, there's coffee and it's fresh."

Just at that moment he heard the "ding" of the driveway bell. "Excuse me, be right back," George said. There in the driveway was an old '53 Chevy. Steam was rolling out of the front. The driver was panicked. "Mister can you help me!" said the driver, with a deep Spanish accent. "My wife is with child and my car is broken." George opened the hood. It was bad. The block looked cracked from the cold, the car was dead.

"You ain't going in this thing," George said as he turned away.

"But Mister, please help." The door of the office closed behind George as he went inside. He went to the office wall and got the keys to his old truck, and went back outside. He walked around the building, opened the garage, started the truck and drove it around to where the couple was waiting. "Here, take my truck," he said. "She ain't the best thing you ever looked at, but she runs real good."

George helped put the woman in the truck and watched as it sped off into the night. He turned and walked back inside the office. "Glad I gave 'em the truck, their tires were shot too. That 'ol truck has brand new ones." George thought he was talking to the stranger, but the man had gone. The Thermos was on the desk, empty, with a used coffee cup beside it. "Well, at least he got something in his belly," George thought.

George went back outside to see if the old Chevy would start. It cranked slowly, but it started. He pulled it into the garage where the truck had been. He thought he would tinker with it for something to do. Christmas Eve meant no customers. He discovered that the block hadn't cracked, it was just the bottom hose on the radiator. "Well, shoot, I can fix this," he said to himself. So he put a new one on.

"Those tires ain't gonna get 'em through the winter either." He took the snow treads off of his wife's old Lincoln. They were like new and he wasn't going to drive the car anyway.

As he was working, he heard shots being fired. He ran outside and beside a police car an officer lay on the cold ground. Bleeding from the left shoulder, the officer moaned, "Please help me."

George helped the officer inside as he remembered the training he had received in the Army as a medic. He knew the wound needed attention. "Pressure to stop the bleeding," he thought. The uniform company had been there that morning and had left clean shop towels. He used those and duct tape to bind the wound. "Hey, they say duct tape can fix anything he said, trying to make the policeman feel at ease.

"Something for pain," George thought. All he had was the pills he used for his back. "These ought to work." He put some water in a cup and gave the policeman the pills. "You hang in there, I'm going to get you an ambulance."

The phone was dead. "Maybe I can get one of your buddies on that there talk box out in your car." He went out only to find that a bullet had gone into the dashboard destroying the two way radio.

He went back in to find the policeman sitting up. "Thanks," said the officer. "You could have left me there. The guy that shot me is still in the area."

George sat down beside him, "I would never leave an injured man in the Army and I ain't gonna leave you." George pulled back the bandage to check for bleeding. "Looks worse than what it is. Bullet passed right through 'ya. Good thing it missed the important stuff though. I think with time you’re gonna be right as rain."

George got up and poured a cup of coffee. "How do you take it?" he asked.

"None for me," said the officer.

"Oh, yer gonna drink this. Best in the city. Too bad I ain't got no donuts." The officer laughed and winced at the same time.

The front door of the office flew open. In burst a young man with a gun. "Give me all your cash! Do it now!" the young man yelled. His hand was shaking and George could tell that he had never done anything like this before.

"That's the guy that shot me!" exclaimed the officer.

"Son, why are you doing this?" asked George, "You need to put the cannon away. Somebody else might get hurt."

The young man was confused. "Shut up old man, or I'll shoot you, too. Now give me the cash!"

The cop reached for his gun. "Put that thing away," George said to him, "we got one too many in here now."

He turned his attention to the young man. "Son, it's Christmas Eve. If you need money, well then, here. It ain't much but it's all I got. Now put that pea shooter away."

George pulled $150 out of his pocket and handed it to the young man, reaching for the barrel of the gun at the same time. The young man released his grip on the gun, fell to his knees and began to cry. "I'm not very good at this am I? All I wanted was to buy something for my wife and son," he went on. "I've lost my job, my rent is due, my car got repossessed last week."

George handed the gun to the cop. "Son, we all get in a bit of squeeze now and then. The road gets hard sometimes, but we make it through the best we can."

He got the young man to his feet, and sat him down on a chair across from the cop. "Sometimes we do stupid things." George handed the young man a cup of coffee. "Bein' stupid is one of the things that makes us human. Comin' in here with a gun ain't the answer. Now sit there and get warm and we'll sort this thing out."

The young man stopped crying, and looked at the cop. "Sorry I shot you. It just went off. I'm sorry, officer." he said.

"Shut up and drink your coffee," the policeman said.

George could hear the sounds of sirens outside. A police car and an ambulance skidded to a halt. Two policemen came through the door, guns drawn. "Chuck! You OK?" one of the cops asked the wounded officer.

"Not bad for a guy who took a bullet. How did you find me?"

"GPS locator in the car. Best thing since sliced bread. Who did this?" the other cop asked as he approached the young man.

Chuck answered him, "I don't know. The guy ran off into the dark. Just dropped his gun and ran."

George and the young man both looked puzzled at each other. "That guy work here?" the wounded cop continued.

"Yep," George said, "just hired him this morning. Boy lost his job."

The paramedics came in and loaded Chuck onto the stretcher. The young man leaned over the wounded cop and whispered, "Why?"

Chuck just said, "Merry Christmas boy ... and you too, George, and thanks for everything."

"Well, looks like you got one doozy of a break there. That ought to solve some of your problems."

George went into the back room and came out with a box. He pulled out a ring box. "Here you go, something for the little woman. I don't think Martha would mind. She said it would come in handy some day."

The young man looked inside to see the biggest diamond ring he ever saw. "I can't take this," said the young man. "It means something to you."

"And now it means something to you," replied George. "I got my memories. That's all I need."

George reached into the box again. An airplane, a car and a truck appeared next. They were toys that the oil company had left for him to sell. "Here's something for that little man of yours."

The young man began to cry again as he handed back the $150 that the old man had handed him earlier.

"And what are you supposed to buy Christmas dinner with? You keep that too," George said. "Now git home to your family."

The young man turned with tears streaming down his face. "I'll be here in the morning for work, if that job offer is still good."

"Nope. I'm closed Christmas day," George said. "See ya the day after."

George turned around and found the stranger had returned. "Where'd you come from? I thought you'd left?"

"I have been here. I have always been here," said the stranger. "You say you don't celebrate Christmas. Why?"

"Well, after my wife passed away, I just couldn't see what all the bother was. Puttin' up a tree and all seemed a waste of a good pine tree. Bakin' cookies like I used to with Martha just wasn't the same by myself and besides I was gettin' a little chubby."

The stranger put his hand on George's shoulder. "But you do celebrate the holiday, George. You gave me food and drink and warmed me when I was cold and hungry. The woman with child will bear a son and he will become a great doctor.

“The policeman you helped will go on to save 19 people from being killed by terrorists. The young man who tried to rob you will make you a rich man and not take any for himself. That is the spirit of the season and you keep it as good as any man."

George was taken aback by all this stranger had said. "And how do you know all this?" asked the old man.

"Trust me, George. I have the inside track on this sort of thing. And when your days are done you will be with Martha again."

The stranger moved toward the door. "If you will excuse me, George, I have to go now. I have to go home where there is a big celebration planned."

George watched as the old leather jacket and the torn pants that the stranger was wearing turned into a white robe. A golden light began to fill the room.

"You see, George... it's My birthday. Merry Christmas."

George fell to his knees and replied, "Happy Birthday, Lord Jesus."


This story is better than any greeting card. MERRY CHRISTMAS AND GOD BLESS!

Now clear the lump from your throat, blow your nose, and send this along to a friend of yours or someone who may need a reminder as to why we celebrate Christmas.

Tomorrow is not promised, - Cherish today!
   Thanks so much, Joyce! This is the same Christmas Story that     Joan Lauterbach Krause ('60 - of VA) sent us that appeared in the 12/14/14 - Kling, Glöckchen Newsletter but it's good to reread, and besides, it's your birthday!


      From My Cousin, Jean Atkinson Mallory (Warsaw HS / Rappahannock HS / John Marshall HS - '65) of VA - 12/22/14: 

   Thanks, Jean!
 
 


From My Friend, Alejandra, of NC - 12/22/14: 

  SO TRUE! Thank you, Alejandra!
 
 


        From My Husband, Paul Harty (Bardolph HS, IL - '61) of NC - 12/02/14 - "Some Grins (#11 in a series of 15)":

  Laughs for the day………..

           Thanks, Dools!

 
 


BONUS CHRISTMAS STORY:

From My Friend, Tammy, of NC - 12/07/14 - "Daily Christmas Story (#23 in a Series of 24)":

This year I decided to share some of my favorite Christmas stories and quotes. It is a tradition in our family to read a Christmas story every night in December culminating with the Nativity on the 24th.

Christmas Story Day 23, A Gift in the Trees by Cynthia J. Teixeira
 

"A Gift in the Trees"

 
God shows his love for us in many ways. Something that may not seem extraordinary to one person might appear as a miracle for someone else. On Christmas Eve 1997, that is exactly how I saw things, though not at first. At first I was feeling too sorry for myself to see anything but my own unhappiness.

The holiday season is a popular time for couples to get engaged. I had been in three long-term relationships by the time I was 29, but none of them had ever produced a marriage proposal. I had always considered myself a loyal, caring, unselfish girlfriend, and boyfriends often told me as much after the relationship had ended. I always seemed to be "the one that got away," and I began to feel like I was special only once the relationship was over. After a while, I started to feel like I just wasn't worth a lifetime commitment.

At the age of 29, I decided I needed to take my own happiness into consideration. It took a couple years of dating mistakes, but I finally figured out how to respect my own needs and not just worry about the needs of my partner. That's when, at the age of 31, I met Paul. He was a wonderful person who didn't expect me to take care of him. He just wanted to be with me, and he respected me for who I was. Everything felt right between us, and I figured I had finally found a man I could marry.

During our second Christmas together, I thought Paul might propose. On December 22, we ventured onto the topic of marriage. Paul said that he did see himself marrying me, but the timing was not good "right now." I couldn't help but feel sorry for myself. So many of my friends had received proposals and engagement rings, but I had never received either. I was at the point where I figured maybe marriage just wasn't in the cards for me.

On the following day, December 23, school was canceled because of a winter storm. I knew my students would be as excited as I was for the extra day off right before the holiday break. It would also be nice to have a beautiful, white Christmas. The roads were covered in snow, and the trees were buried under a sheer layer of ice. It was much too hazardous to venture out, so I just stayed inside and reflected on my situation.

By the end of that snowy day, I had come to the conclusion that it wasn't the proposal I needed. It was simply that I wanted to feel loved and appreciated enough that someone would want to be with me forever. I prayed to God and asked that someday a man would think I was important enough to give me a diamond, the symbol of the commitment that my heart needed the most.

Christmas Eve finally arrived. Paul came to my house so we could ride together to my sister's holiday party. I was happy to be with him but a little sad knowing he wouldn't be proposing that night.

By this time, almost all the snow and ice had quietly melted away. I realized that we wouldn't have a white Christmas after all. It would, however, make the drive to the party much safer.

The gathering was a happy one. My nieces and nephew were a joy to watch as they opened their gifts. Paul and I had a wonderful time with my family. Eventually, after all the gifts had been opened and all goodbyes repeatedly exchanged, we left.

It was a long, quiet ride home, as Paul fell asleep 25 minutes into the trip. The roads were dry and the trees were barren. Yet the stars shone brightly against the black, cloudless sky, adding a touch of beauty to the night.

As I neared my home, a small group of trees caught my attention. They stood out from the rest of the dull, dry landscape. Of all the tress I had passed on my way home, these were the only ones that had any sign of the recent winter storm upon their branches. As I drove, I wondered how this could be. The temperature was much too warm. Yet somehow the branches were covered in an incredible layer of ice. I had seen ice-covered trees many times before, but something about these was extraordinary. This was a dazzling light like I had never seen before.

As I gazed at the beautiful trees, warmth spread through my heart. This was a truly magical moment. No longer was I seeing these winter-decorated branches with the eyes on my face; I now looked upon them with the eyes in my heart and soul. That night -- Christmas Eve 1997--the air was clean and crisp, the sky was entirely filled with stars, and the trees...the trees sparkled with diamonds. Thousands and thousands of diamonds.

In my heart I knew this was God's way of answering my prayers. I had needed him to show me that there was a man who thought I was worth a commitment, the commitment that is symbolized by a diamond ring. That Christmas Eve, God covered the trees in diamonds for my eyes and heart to behold. It was his way of showing me that he thought I was special and worthwhile enough for an eternal commitment.

As Paul slept quietly in the seat next to me, completely unaware of the miracle that had taken place, joyous tears of peace and self-worth streamed down my face. I knew that I had found someone who would love me forever, and realizing this was more profound and meaningful than any marriage proposal I could ever receive. 

     Thank you so very much, Tammy!


BONUS CHRISTMAS CROCHET PATTERNS:

    - Ice Skates Ornament from The Treasure Room


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 CRAFT:

From My Friend, Tina, of SC - "10 Fun Ways to Make Your House Smell Like Christmas":

  http://www.homemadehomeideas.com/10-fun-ways-to-make-your-home-smell-like-christmas/

   WOWZERS! Thank you so much, Tina!


BONUS CHRISTMAS RECIPE:

http://www.bhg.com/recipe/cookies/browned-butter-sandwich-stars/ - Browned-Butter Sandwich Stars Cookies


FINALLY:

From http://www.ajokeaday.com - 12/22/14:

The factory foreman inspected the shipment of crystal vases leaving the plant, and approached his new packer. He put his arm around the man’s shoulder and said, “Well, Ole, I see you did what I asked. Stamped the top of each box, ‘This Side Up, Handle With Care.’”

“Yes sir,” the worker replied. “And just to make sure, I stamped it on the bottom too.”


DATES TO REMEMBER:
1. Wednesday, January 14, 2015 - 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.


PRAYER ROLL:

http://www.nnhs65.com/requests-prayers.html - updated 11/27/14

BLOG:

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



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


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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

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!

Ferguson High School's Anchor clip art courtesy of
Steve Silsby (FHS - '72) of NC - 12/14/05
Thanks, Steve!

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!!

John Marshall High School's Justice Scale clip art courtesy of Cheryl White Wilson (JMHS - '64) of VA - 10/13/05 (replaced 02/23/09)
Thanks, Cheryl!

Animated Dancing Teddy courtesy of Sandi Bateman Chestnut ('65) of VA - 03/08/11
Thanks, Sandi!

Animated Laughing Cat courtesy of Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of VA - 07/29/08
Thanks, Joyce!

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

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

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