"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
12/25/15 - NNHS Newsletter -
"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 is one you will always cherish.
BONUS #1 - Away In A Manger - Susan Boyle, Christmas in Rockefeller Center, 2010
BONUS #2 - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mrX2oHgLqe8 - Away In A Manger - King's College Choir, Cambridge, 2010
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
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, 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.
|"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.
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.
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. In the book Dainty songs for little lads and lasses for use in the kindergarten, school and home, by James R. Murray, (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." 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. 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.
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. 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.
THIS WEEK'S BIRTHDAYS:
Happy Christmas Day Birthday today to Patsy Bloxom Meider ('57) of NC ANDDoug Dickinson ('69) of VA!
Happy Birthday this week to:
27 - Gary Farnsworth ('58) of NV AND Anita Morgan Becker ('66) of VA;
28 - Bob Stalnaker ('63);
29 - Jack Nelson ('54) of Northern VA AND Roy Tate ('57) AND Ginny Goolsby James ('63) AND The late Kenny Lipscomb ('63) (deceased 04/20/15) AND Michael Artman ('66) of VA!
30 - William Gwynn ('57) AND Ron Miller ('59) of NC AND Lucy Southall Propst ('63) of VA AND (if Plaxo is to be believed) Carole Althaus Tanenhaus ('65) of MD AND The late Joyce Tedder Rossman ('68) (deceased 05/11/15) AND Sarah Stewart Vance ('69) of VA;
31 - Pat Floyd Pride ('62) of VA AND Susie Overton Jones ('63) of VA AND David Rosenwasser ('64) of MO
01 - Gloria Hand Burns ('57) AND Bill Fitzgerald ('58) of VA!
Many Happy Returns, One and All!
200 YEARS AGO:
THIS DAY IN WWII:
THIS DAY IN1965:
|Saturday, December 25, 1965 - The Yemeni Nasserist Unionist People's Organisation was founded in Ta'izz.|
|“There is yet time this year to extend the helping hand, the loving heart, and the willing spirit—in other words, to follow the example set by our Savior and to serve as He would have us serve. As we serve Him, we will not forfeit our opportunity, as did the innkeeper of old, to make time for Him in our lives and room for Him in our hearts. Can we comprehend the magnificent promise contained in the message of the angel given to the shepherds abiding in the field: 'I bring you good tidings of great joy. … For unto you is born this day … a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord'? As we exchange gifts at Christmas, may we remember, appreciate, and receive that greatest gift of all gifts—the gift of our Savior and Redeemer, that we might have eternal life.”|
From Kenny Branch ('62) of AR - 12/24/15 - "RE: 18 More NNHS Newsletters":
|I can't open any of them.
ARGHHH! I still don't know what causes this, but I have come to believe it is on your end, not mine. I think you need to check your browser (Firefox, Chrome, Opera, Pale Moon, Internet Explorer, etc.) or provider or settings or options or something and tell them to allow mail from me because I am the cute one.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, Kenny!
From Harry Covert ('57) of MD - 12/23/15 - "LIBERTY vs. LICENSE for the HOLIDAYS ":
Vital Questions Stimulated by This Year’s Events
By Bruce Atkinson, PhD
Aren’t we all are looking for happiness for the holidays? But
what does that happiness mean? And what should be our limits to
“liberty and the pursuit of happiness”?
Let’s get real. Research has shown a connection between watching
media violence and young people acting out in violence. We know that
the media moguls just want to attract more viewers and make more
money. They won’t stop unless they are forced to stop by law or
unprofitability. Media violence, pornography in general, obscene
language, and sexual immorality are all allowed and even celebrated
in our culture. Obscenity laws were once prosecuted and enforced.
Sexual immorality was once a cause for shame and social isolation in
our society. Not anymore. Even many churches promote such
Dr. Atkinson is a graduate of Fuller Theological Seminary with a doctorate in clinical psychology and an M.A. in theology. He is a licensed psychologist in clinical practice in Atlanta and also works as a clinical supervisor training Christian counselors for Richmont Graduate University. He is a founding member of Trinity Anglican Church (ACNA) in Douglasville, Georgia.
Thank you so much, Harry - AND Bruce! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!
|Thanks, Marvin! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!|
From the Head Flagtwirler of 1965, Janice McCain Rose of Northern VA - 12/24/15:
|Thank you, Janice! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!|
|Thank you, Thelma! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!|
From Nancy Winall ('70) of VA- 12/24/15:
|Thank you, Nancy! Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!|
a child my family's menu consisted of two choices: take it or leave it.”
From Me ('65) of NC -
The Christmas I was six years old will probably forever stand out in my mind as the most memorable. It had been a very bad year, and my parents had no reason to believe that Christmas would be any better. Probably to relieve this bleak feeling, it was decided that we would return home for Christmas - home, to Richmond.
We had spent the year in a small mining town in Appalachia called Clintwood. Serving as the only general medical practitioner, Daddy was nevertheless somehow not paid $5,000.00 which had been promised him by the hospital owners, and that, as they say, was a lot of money in those days. It was a 400-mile trip back home, and I rather think it was a sudden decision, somewhat unexpected on both sides. I'm not sure Sudie and Virginia were expecting us, mainly because I recall we had no stockings to hang out for Santa Claus, and had to use a pair of Virginia's nylon stockings - which stretched endlessly, making them almost impossible to fill, no matter how many delights were stuffed within.
I remember a bustle of activity shortly before we left Clintwood. Mama had taken me shopping, and knowing we had had a very rough year, I asked for nothing. But Mama wanted to go look at the dolls (she was a real doll lover), and despite my best attempts to remain politely passive, I was doomed in that effort, because, suddenly, there she was - The Most Beautiful Doll in the World.
She was, I think, a 24" doll, which was touted as "life-size". She came in her own red vinyl stroller, which alone was quite exciting. Her dress was of sheer nylon, pale yellow with a light green (my favorite color!) apron built right in. She was strong and robust looking, not wimpy and silly as were most dolls. She had gorgeous medium brown "real rooted hair" which could be combed and styled - a real luxury feature in those days. But what drew her to me, what struck me deep in the heart, what betrayed me by causing me to suck in my breath with an audible gasp, was the expression on her lovely face. It was proud and haughty. She as much as screamed her unattainability, and combined it with a tilt to her eyebrows (above her pretty blue eyes with "real" eyelashes!) that said, "I am above all this; I simply do not care that you can never own me." She was, after all, The Most Beautiful Doll in the World, and for all I knew, probably the most expensive. After some few moments of admiring her as millions must have admired the equally unattainable Mona Lisa, I bid her goodbye, knowing my life had been enriched by the very meeting.
I believe that same day we left for Richmond; I may be wrong. On the trip we stopped for dinner - a late dinner - at a roadside restaurant in Marion called the Virginia House. The restaurant had an adjoining gift shop (how thoughtful!). While we were there, Eleanor saw a steel blue circular music box, which had almost the same effect on her twelve-year old being as the doll had had on me. The top was designed to hold dusting powder, and came with a big, white, fluffy puff concealed inside. When wound it played a wonderful tune of undetermined origin. (I remember it even now, although I have never been able to identify it.) She lovingly placed it back on the shelf, and the two of us returned to the car with Daddy. Mama, for some reason, had to lag behind.
Back in Richmond, Daddy's sister, Virginia, knowing it had been a very bad year, and we would have no Christmas, bought a complete Christmas for Eleanor and me. And Mama's sister, Frances, knowing it had been a very bad year, and we would have no Christmas, bought a complete Christmas for Eleanor and me. But by some indomitable will, Mama had somehow managed a rather decent Christmas on her own. We arrived at Sudie's late on Christmas Eve, after the usual feast and gift exchange were over. Sudie's brother, Mark, was there, and her baby sister, Neville, too. Well, they lived there now, didn't they? This was the year I was privileged to sleep in Neville's antique trundle bed. What a treat!
So we hung up our very strange stockings and went off to bed, hoping Santa Claus might somehow figure out where we were, 400 miles away from where he was surely expecting to find us. But, come Christmas morning, it was apparent to everyone that he had certainly found us. When the adults assembled downstairs rang Neville's cowbell tied to the bottom of the steps, thus signaling Eleanor and me that the time had come to go down, I remember running down the first few stairs, and flying down the rest, scaring the daylights out of my poor Sudie.
But I had seen an unbelievable sight. The entire front parlor floor was filled with one treasure after another - incredible, wonderful toys for Eleanor and me; forbidden toys that Mama never would have bought us. There were toys that had lots of little pieces (which Mama hated, because of their habit of getting lost), toys that were wrapped and toys that were unwrapped, puzzles and games and joys untold. And there, like a queen, surveying it all, in her wonderful red vinyl stroller, sat The Most Beautiful Doll in the World. And in the background came the strains of Eleanor's magnificent music box. And we knew that Santa Claus was real, forever and undeniably real.
And we never went back to Clintwood again. We were home.
~ Carol Randolph Buckley Harty, 12/23/98