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"And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn......And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. And this shall be a sign unto you; Ye shall find the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes, lying in a manger."

- Luke 2: 7, 10-12

12/25/13 - NNHS Newsletter -
Merry Christmas!

"Now it came to pass that when Nephi, the son of Nephi, saw this wickedness of his people, his heart was exceedingly sorrowful.... And it came to pass that he cried mightily unto the Lord all that day; and behold, the voice of the Lord came unto him, saying: Lift up your head and be of good cheer; for behold, the time is at hand, and on this night shall the sign be given, and on the morrow come I into the world.... And behold, the time is at hand, and this night shall the sign be given."

- 3 Nephi 1: 10, 12-14

Dear Friends and Schoolmates, 

   I do hope your Christmas Day has been one you will always cherish.

BONUS #1 - Away In A Manger - Susan Boyle, Christmas in Rockefeller Center, 2010

BONUS #2 - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KQbLLowNgSI - Away In A Manger - King's College Choir, Cambridge, 2001

BONUS #3 - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vftEpuxUo1E - Away in a Manger - Celtic Woman

BONUS #4 - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9v8vBmbGlis - Away in a Manger - Kids Stuff and Things

BONUS #5 - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nKj_nllFR_k - Away in a Manger - pipe organ

BONUS #6 - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k4FDxTtNSWU - Away in a Manger - D.W. Solomons - interesting video

BONUS #7 - Away in a Manger - Mormon Tabernacle Choir and Orchestra, 2013

 


From http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Away_in_a_Manger

Of the 41 settings listed by Richard S. Hill in his article entitled "Not so far away in a Manger, forty-one settings of an American carol," published in the Music Library Association Notes (second series) III, no. 1 for December 1945,[3] the one most commonly printed in the U.S. is Murray's, which is typically given the name "Mueller." The first half of the melody is identical to the beginning of the second theme of Waltz #4, transposed down a fourth, in G'schichten aus dem Wienerwald, Op. 325 by Johann Strauss Jr., composed 19 years earlier.[8]

"Away in a Manger" is a Christmas carol first published in 1885 in Philadelphia and used widely throughout the English-speaking world. In Britain it is one of the most popular carols, a 1996 Gallup Poll ranking it joint second.[1]

The song was first published with two verses in an Evangelical Lutheran Sunday School collection, Little Children's Book for Schools and Families (1885), where it simply bore the title "Away in a Manger" and was set to a tune called "St. Kilda," credited to J.E. Clark.[2]

For many years the text was credited to the German Protestant reformer Martin Luther. Research has shown, however, that this is nothing more than a fable.[3] In the book Dainty songs for little lads and lasses for use in the kindergarten, school and home, by James R. Murray,[4] (Cincinnati, The John Church Co., 1887) it bears the title "Luther's Cradle Hymn" and the note, "Composed by Martin Luther for his children, and still sung by German mothers to their little ones."[5] A possible reason for the spurious attribution to Luther is that the 400th anniversary of his birth was in 1883. The words were either based on a poem written for this anniversary or were credited to Luther as a clever marketing gimmick.[6] This song has never been found in Luther's works.

The third stanza, "Be near me, Lord Jesus" was first printed in Gabriel's Vineyard Songs (1892), where it appeared with a tune by Charles H. Gabriel (simply marked "C"), thus these words are probably by Gabriel. Gabriel credited the entire text to Luther and gave it the title "Cradle Song." This verse is sometimes attributed to Dr. John McFarland, but since the popular story dates his contribution to 1904 (postdating the 1892 printing by 12 years), his contribution is highly questionable.[7]

The tune "Cradle Song" was written by William J. Kirkpatrick for the musical Around the World with Christmas (1895) and is an adaptation of the melody originally composed in 1837 by Jonathan E. Spilman to "Sweet Afton". One example is Sergio Franchi, who covered it on his Billboard Top 40 RCA Victor album, The Heart of Christmas.[9] Thus, there are two different melodies for "Away In A Manger". Each setting has a harmony version for S, A, T, B.

The two tunes actually fit together quite well. An arrangement by Christopher Erskine combining both settings (harmony), first heard in 1996 in Canberra at the annual pair of joint Carol Services in Manuka, performed by the choirs of St Paul's Church (Anglican) and St Christopher's Cathedral (Roman Catholic). In this version the Kirkpatrick setting is sung by one choir, and the Murray setting by the other choir, alternating through the first two verses. Both settings are sung together for the third verse.

A very popular arrangement in Britain and most other English-speaking countries, is Sir David Willcocks' version of the carol. This version is often performed by the English choirs.

German eurodance group Cascada recorded a version for their 2012 Christmas album, It's Christmas Time.

 


THIS WEEK'S BIRTHDAYS:

    Happy Christmas Day Birthday today to   Patsy Bloxom Meider ('57) of NC AND Doug Dickinson ('69) of VA!

   Happy Birthday this week to:

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;

31 - Pat Floyd Pride ('62) of VA AND     Susie Overton Jones ('63) of VA AND (again, if Plaxo is to be believed)   David Rosenwasser ('64) of MO!

01 - Gloria Hand Burns ('57) AND   Bill Fitzgerald ('58) of VA!

   Many Happy Returns to You All!

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

 


THIS DAY IN WWII:

December 25, 1941 - Admiral Chester W. Nimitz arrived at Pearl Harbor to assume command of the U.S. Pacific Fleet.

December 25, 1941 - The Battle of Hong Kong ended, beginning the Japanese occupation of Hong Kong.

December 25, 1941 - Admiral Émile Muselier seized the archipelago of Saint Pierre and Miquelon, which became the first part of France to be liberated by the Free French Forces.

 


THIS DAY IN 1963:

Wednesday, December 25, 1963 - Turkish Cypriot Bayrak Radio began transmitting in Cyprus after Turkish Cypriots were forcibly excluded from Cyprus Broadcasting Corporation.

Wednesday, December 25, 1963 - Poet Tristan Tzara (b. Samuel or Samy Rosenstock on 16 Apr 1896 in Moinești, Romania) died in his home in Paris, France at the age of 67.

 


    From Jimmy Smith ('62 / '63) of VA - 12/24/13 - "BIRTHDAYS":

CAROL,

PLEASE ADD THE FOLLOWING CLASS OF '63 BIRTHDAYS:   

GINNY GOOLSBY (JAMES) AND    KENNETH (KENNY)  A. LIPSCOMB  - BOTH ON DECEMBER 29TH.

HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO YOU AND PAUL.  

JIMMY SMITH NNHS63'

     I did it AGAIN - twice in one week! Wal, what can I say - when ya' got it, ya' got it! Okay, I did my standard revisionist history once more.

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

   Sorry about that! Thanks for letting me know, Jimmy!

 


       From George Helliesen ('61) of MI - 12/24/13 - "This Video Will Make Your Day...":

You will love this.

This is amazing...extremely touching. This Video Will Make Your Day...

Just a bunch of kids doing something really GREAT!!!!!

http://www.youtube.com/v/0Ejh_hb15Fc?version=3&hl=en_US&rel=0

     Thank you so much, George! Merry Christmas!  

 


    From Jimmy Smith ('62 / '63) of VA - 12/24/13 - "MERRY CHRISTMAS":

I WOULD LIKE TO TAKE THE TIME TO WISH ALL MY FRIENDS A WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR.

MAY NEXT YEAR BE A BLESSING TO EVERYONE.   

JIMMY SMITH

   Thank you, Jimmy - and thanks for all your help with the Newsletters! Merry Christmas!  

 


        From My Husband, Paul Harty (Bardolph HS, IL - '61) of NC - 12/24/13 - "MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! the year, 1881":

A good story just to bless you. Have a MERRY CHRISTMAS! A Happy Holiday and a GREAT NEW YEAR!!!
 
Pa never had much compassion for the lazy or those who squandered their means and then never had enough for the necessities - but for those who were genuinely in need, his heart was as big as all outdoors. It was from him that I learned the greatest joy in life comes from giving, not from receiving.

It was Christmas Eve, 1881. I was fifteen years old and feeling like the world had caved in on me because there just hadn't been enough money to buy me the rifle that I'd wanted for Christmas. We did the chores early that night for some reason. I just figured Pa wanted a little extra time so we could read in the Bible.

After supper was over I took my boots off and stretched out in front of the fireplace and waited for Pa to get down the old Bible. I was still feeling sorry for myself and, to be honest, I wasn't in much of a mood to read Scriptures.

But Pa didn't get the Bible; instead he bundled up again and went outside. I couldn't figure it out because we had already done all the chores. I didn't worry about it long though; I was too busy wallowing in self-pity.

Soon Pa came back in. It was a cold clear night out and there was ice in his beard. "Come on, Matt," he said. "Bundle up good, it's cold out tonight."

I was really upset then. Not only wasn't I getting the rifle for Christmas, now Pa was dragging me out in the cold, and for no earthly reason that I could see.

We'd already done all the chores, and I couldn't think of anything else that needed doing, especially not on a night like this, but I knew Pa was not very patient at one dragging one's feet when he'd told them to do something, so I got up and put my boots back on and got my cap, coat, and mittens. Ma gave me a mysterious smile as I opened the door to leave the house. Something was up, but I didn't know what.

Outside, I became even more dismayed. There in front of the house was the work team, already hitched to the big sled. Whatever it was we were going to do wasn't going to be a short, quick, little job. I could tell. We never hitched up this sled unless we were going to haul a big load.

Pa was already up on the seat, reins in hand. I reluctantly climbed up beside him. The cold was already biting at me. I wasn't happy. When I was on, Pa pulled the sled around the house and stopped in front of the woodshed. He got off and I followed.

"I think we'll put on the high sideboards," he said. "Here, help me."

The high sideboards! It had been a bigger job than I wanted to do with just the low sideboards on, but whatever it was we were going to do would be a lot bigger with the high side boards on.

After we had exchanged the sideboards, Pa went into the woodshed and came out with an armload of wood - the wood I'd spent all summer hauling down from the mountain, and then all fall sawing into blocks and splitting. What was he doing? Finally I said something.

"Pa," I asked, "what are you doing?"

"You been by the Widow Jensen's lately?" he asked.

The Widow Jensen lived about two miles down the road. Her husband had died a year or so before and left her with three children, the oldest being eight. Sure, I'd been by, but so what?

Yeah," I said, "Why?"

"I rode by just today," Pa said. "Little Jakey was out digging around in the woodpile trying to find a few chips. They're out of wood, Matt."

That was all he said and then he turned and went back into the woodshed for another armload of wood. I followed him. We loaded the sled so high that I began to wonder if the horses would be able to pull it.

Finally, Pa called a halt to our loading. Then we went to the smoke house and Pa took down a big ham and a side of bacon.

He handed them to me and told me to put them in the sled and wait. When he returned he was carrying a sack of flour over his right shoulder and a smaller sack of something in his left hand.

"What's in the little sack?" I asked.

Shoes, they're out of shoes. Little Jakey just had gunny sacks wrapped around his feet when he was out in the woodpile this morning. I got the children a little candy too. It just wouldn't be Christmas without a little candy."

We rode the two miles to Widow Jensen's pretty much in silence.

I tried to think through what Pa was doing. We didn't have much by worldly standards. Of course, we did have a big woodpile, though most of what was left now was still in the form of logs that I would have to saw into blocks and split before we could use it. We also had meat and flour, so we could spare that, but I knew we didn't have any money, so why was Pa buying them shoes and candy?

Really, why was he doing any of this? Widow Jensen had closer neighbors than us; it shouldn't have been our concern.

We came in from the blind side of the Jensen house and unloaded the wood as quietly as possible, then we took the meat and flour and shoes to the door. We knocked. The door opened a crack and a timid voice asked, "Who is it?"

"Lucas Miles, Ma'am, and my son, Matt... Could we come in for a bit?"

Widow Jensen opened the door and let us in. She had a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The children were wrapped in another and were sitting in front of the fireplace by a very small fire that hardly gave off any heat at all. Widow Jensen fumbled with a match and finally lit the lamp.

"We brought you a few things, Ma'am," Pa said, and set down the sack of flour. I put the meat on the table. Then Pa handed her the sack that had the shoes in it. She opened it hesitantly and took the shoes out, one pair at a time.

There was a pair for her and one for each of the children - sturdy shoes, the best... shoes that would last. I watched her carefully. She bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling and then tears filled her eyes and started running down her cheeks. She looked up at Pa like she wanted to say something, but it wouldn't come out.

"We brought a load of wood too, Ma'am," Pa said. He turned to me and said, "Matt, go bring in enough to last awhile. Let's get that fire up to size and heat this place up."

I wasn't the same person when I went back out to bring in the wood. I had a big lump in my throat and as much as I hate to admit it, there were tears in my eyes too. In my mind I kept seeing those three kids huddled around the fireplace and their mother standing there with tears running down her cheeks with so much gratitude in her heart that she couldn't speak. My heart swelled within me and a joy that I'd never known before, filled my soul.

I had given at Christmas many times before, but never when it had made so much difference. I could see we were literally saving the lives of these people.

I soon had the fire blazing and everyone's spirits soared.

The kids started giggling when Pa handed them each a piece of candy and Widow Jensen looked on with a smile that probably hadn't crossed her face for a long time.

She finally turned to us. "God bless you," she said. "I know the Lord has sent you. The children and I have been praying that he would send one of his angels to spare us."

In spite of myself... the lump returned to my throat and the tears welled up in my eyes again.

I'd never thought of Pa in those exact terms before, but after Widow Jensen mentioned it, I could see that it was probably true. I was sure that a better man than Pa had never walked the earth. I started remembering all the times he had gone out of his way for Ma and me, and many others... The list seemed endless as I thought on it.

Pa insisted that everyone try on the shoes before we left. I was amazed when they all fit, and I wondered how he had known what sizes to get. Then I guessed that if he was on an errand for the Lord, that the Lord would make sure he got the right sizes.

Tears were running down Widow Jensen's face again when we stood up to leave. Pa took each of the kids in his big arms and gave them a hug. They clung to him and didn't want us to go. I could see that they missed their Pa, and I was glad that I still had mine.

At the door Pa turned to Widow Jensen and said, "The Mrs. wanted me to invite you and the children over for Christmas dinner tomorrow. The turkey will be more than the three of us can eat, and a man can get cantankerous if he has to eat turkey for too many meals. We'll be by to get you about eleven. It'll be nice to have some little ones around again. Matt, here, hasn't been little for quite a spell."

I was the youngest... my two brothers and two sisters had all married and had moved away.

Widow Jensen nodded and said, "Thank you, Brother Miles. I don't have to say, may the Lord bless you; I know for certain that He will."

Out on the sled I felt a warmth that came from deep within and I didn't even notice the cold.

When we had gone a ways, Pa turned to me and said, "Matt, I want you to know something. Your Ma and I have been tucking a little money away here and there all year so we could buy that rifle for you, but we didn't have quite enough. Then yesterday a man who owed me a little money from years back came by to make things square. Your Ma and I were real excited, thinking that now we could get you that rifle, and I started into town this morning to do just that, but on the way I saw little Jakey out scratching in the woodpile with his feet wrapped in those gunny sacks and I knew what I had to do.

"Son, I spent the money for shoes and a little candy for those children. I hope you understand."

I understood all right... and my eyes became wet with tears again. I understood very well, and I was so glad Pa had done it. Now the rifle seemed very low on my list of priorities. Pa had given me a lot more. He had given me the look on Widow Jensen's face and the radiant smiles of her three children.

For the rest of my life, whenever I saw any of the Jensens, or split a block of wood, I remembered, and remembering brought back that same joy I felt riding home beside Pa that night.

Pa had given me much more than a rifle that night. He had given me the best Christmas of my life.


Merry Christmas and God bless you!

     Thank you, Dools!

 


       From George Helliesen ('61) of MI - 12/20/13 - "One Word Essays (#5 in a Series of 28)":

As they say, a picture is worth a thousand words.

Neat things in life!
 

 
May your troubles be less,
May your blessings be more;
May nothing but happiness come through your door!!

   Thanks so much, George! These are cool!

Excitement
 

 


BONUS CHRISTMAS CROCHET PATTERN:

http://genuinemudpie.ca/2011/12/08/super-quick-penguin-tots/ - Trish Young's Super Quick Penguin Tots - "Super quick to make and hardly uses any yarn!"

 


BONUS CHRISTMAS RECIPES:

     From Me ('65) of NC - 12/24/13:

   This is one of my favorite recipe combinations which I've been making for forty-eleven years.

Southern Spicy Ginger Bread

  2 eggs
3/4 cup brown sugar
3/4 cup molasses
3/4 cup melted butter
2-1/2 cups flour
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
  2 teaspoons soda
1-1/2 teaspoons cinnamon
1/2 teaspoon nutmeg
1/2 teaspoon cloves
2 teaspoons ginger
1 cup boiling water
 
 
   Add beaten eggs to sugar, molasses, and melted butter. Then add dry ingredients which have been mixed and sifted. Add gradually, the boiling water to the mixture and bake at 350 degrees in individual or shallow pans. Serve with warm lemon sauce. May top with whipped cream.

- Mrs. M. H. Marshall, Appomattox County, Virginia


Lemon Sauce (DeLuxe)

  Butter size of large egg
1 cup sugar
1 egg
  1/2 teaspoon nutmeg
1 lemon (juice and most of rind, grated)
1/3 cup boiling water
 
 
  
Cream butter and sugar well. Add well beaten egg, nutmeg, juice and rind of lemon. Beat several minutes, then add slowly the boiling water. Bring just to boil (do not boil).

- Mrs. Ruth Robertson, Lancaster County, Virginia

 

 


FINALLY:

From http://www.ahajokes.com/christmas_jokes.html:
 
"Optimist vs. Pessimist"

A family had twin boys whose only resemblance to each other was their looks. If one felt it was too hot, the other thought it was too cold. If one said the TV was too loud, the other claimed the volume needed to be turned up. Opposite in every way, one was an eternal optimist, the other a doom and gloom pessimist.

Just to see what would happen, on the twins' birthday their father loaded the pessimist's room with every imaginable toy and game. The optimist's room he loaded with horse manure.

That night the father passed by the pessimist's room and found him sitting amid his new gifts crying bitterly.

"Why are you crying?" the father asked.

"Because my friends will be jealous, I'll have to read all these instructions before I can do anything with this stuff, I'll constantly need batteries, and my toys will eventually get broken." answered the pessimist twin.

Passing the optimist twin's room, the father found him dancing for joy in the pile of manure. "What are you so happy about?" he asked.

To which his optimist twin replied, "There's got to be a pony in here somewhere!"

 


DATES TO REMEMBER:

1. Thursday, January 2, 2014 - 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.

2. Wednesday, February 12, 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.  

 


PRAYER ROLL:

http://www.nnhs65.com/requests-prayers.html - updated 12/16/13

BLOG:

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

 



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

                                 Love to all, Carol

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


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Away in a Manger

Verse 3 is by John T. McFarland (1851-1913), 1904

Music (Cradle Song) by William J. Kirkpatrick, 1895


Away in a manger, no crib for a bed,
The little Lord Jesus laid down His sweet head.
The stars in the sky looked down where He lay,
The little Lord Jesus, asleep on the hay.

The cattle are lowing, the Baby awakes,
But little Lord Jesus, no crying He makes;
I love Thee, Lord Jesus, look down from the sky
And stay by my cradle till morning is nigh.

Be near me, Lord Jesus, I ask Thee to stay
Close by me forever, and love me, I pray;
Bless all the dear children in Thy tender care,
And fit us for Heaven to live with Thee there.


“Away in a Manger” midi and lyrics courtesy of http://www.cyberhymnal.org/htm/a/w/awaymang.htm - 12/08/07

Webmistress' Note: Of the five available tunes for this cherished carol, I have chosen to use my personal favorite.

Animated Baby Jesus with Lambs clip art courtesy of Glenn Dye ('60) of TX - 12/07/07
Thanks so much, Glenn!

Animated Christmas Star Divider Line clip art courtesy of http://www.hellasmultimedia.com/webimages/christ-htm/lines-christ25.htm - 12/04/05

Animated Tiny 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 missing...)
Thanks, Al!
Replaced by Norm Covert ('61) of MD - 02/09/09
Thanks, Norm!

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 OOPS! Smiley Face clip art courtesy of Dave Spriggs ('64) of VA - 02/27/09
Thanks, Dave!

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

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

Crying Baby clip art courtesy of http://www.barbspics.com/baby/babypage06index.html - 09/28/05 (resaved 02/27/09)

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

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