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01/18/08 - NNHS Newsletter - Frère Jacques

"How soft the music of those village bells,
  Falling at interval upon the ear
    In cadence sweet; now dying all away,
     Now pealing loud again, and louder still,
     Clear and sonorous, as the gale comes on!
      With easy force it opens all the cells
      Where Memory slept."

- William Cowper, Task (bk. VI, l. 6)
(26 Nov 1731 - 25 Apr 1800)

Dear Friends and Schoolmates,

      We're continuing our themes of songs that my mama           the late Maxine Frix Buckley (John Marshall HS - '25), used to sing to me.  This was one of our favorites.  Perhaps it was one of yours, too.

   After      Shari was born, Baba taught her (and each of her nine succeeding grandchildren) to sing this song as:

I love Baba,
I love Baba,
Yes, I do,
Yes, I do.
She's so sweet and pretty,
She's so sweet and pretty,
That is true.
That is true.

   Most of them immediately accepted these lyrics as the Real and True ones - and who's to say they're wrong?


1.   Jay ("Kit") Warren ('64) of ? - 01/17/08 - "NNHS Class of '64":

Please add my email address to the mailing list for the Class of 1964.
Go Typhoons!

Jay (Kit) Warren

   Hi, Kit!  It's good to hear from you; welcome aboard!

   I've added your name to the Alumni List:



   Happy Birthday this week to:

21 -   Carol Collier Sparrow ('63) of VA;
22 -
  Bruce Sims ('56) of VA AND Carolyn Clark Wilt ('57) AND Sandra Sherman Filippo ('57) AND   
 Rochelle Spooner ('63) of NY;
23 -
  Chandler Nelms (Hampton HS - '63) of MD AND  My Newest Daughter-in-Law,   Diana Lyons Harty (Portsmouth HS, NH / Eastlake HS, CA - '05) of VA (soon to be MA);
25 -
    Jeannie Collier Fitzgerald ('65) of VA.

   Many Happy Returns to you all!

    From My Niece, Shari, of VA - 01/16/08 - "Stress Free Day":

  Have a Stress Free Day.............

We all need a day at the spa!!!

   I think you may have something there - thanks, Shari!


  From Gayle Bridgeman Botelis ('64) of VA - 01/16/08 - "Believing The Best Is Yet To Come":

In September 1960, I woke up one morning with six hungry babies and just 75 cents in my pocket.
Their father was gone.
The boys ranged from three months to seven years; their sister was two. Their dad had never been much more than a presence they feared. Whenever they heard his tires crunch on the gravel driveway they would scramble to hide under their beds.
He did manage to leave $15 a week to buy groceries. Now that he had decided to leave, there would be no more beatings, but no food either. If there was a welfare system in effect in southern Indiana at that time, I certainly knew nothing about it. I scrubbed the kids until they looked brand new and then put on my best homemade dress, loaded them into the rusty old 51 Chevy and drove off to find a job.
The seven of us went to every factory, store and restaurant in our small town. No luck. The kids stayed crammed into the car and tried to be quiet while I tried to convince who ever would listen that I was willing to learn or do anything. I had to have a job. Still no luck. The last place we went to, just a few miles out of town, was an old Root Beer Barrel drive-in that had been converted to a truck stop.
It was called the Big Wheel. An old lady named Granny owned the place and she peeked out of the window from time to time at all those kids. She needed someone on the graveyard shift, 11 at night until seven in the morning. She paid 65 cents an hour, and I could start that night.
I raced home and called the teenager down the street that baby-sat for people. I bargained with her to come and sleep on my sofa for a dollar a night. She could arrive with her pajamas on and the kids would already be asleep. This seemed like a good arrangement to her, so we made a deal.
That night when the little ones and I knelt to say our prayers, we all thanked God for finding Mommy a job. And so I started at the Big Wheel.
When I got home in the mornings I woke the baby-sitter up and sent her home with one dollar of my tip money-- fully half of what I averaged every night. As the weeks went by, heating bills added a strain to my meager wage. The tires on the old Chevy had the consistency of penny balloons and began to leak. I had to fill them with air on the way to work and again every morning before I could go home.
One bleak fall morning, I dragged myself to the car to go home and found four tires in the back seat. New tires! There was no note, no nothing, just those beautiful brand new tires. Had angels taken up residence in Indiana? I wondered. I made a deal with the local service station. In exchange for his mounting the new tires, I would clean up his office. I remember it took me a lot longer to scrub his floor than it did for him to do the tires.
I was now working six nights instead of five and it still wasn't enough. Christmas was coming and I knew there would be no money for toys for the kids. I found a can of red paint and started repairing and painting some old toys. Then I hid them in the basement so there would be something for Santa to deliver on Christmas morning. Clothes were a worry too. I was sewing patches on top of patches on the boys pants and soon they would be too far gone to repair.
On Christmas Eve the usual customers were drinking coffee in the Big Wheel. There were the truckers, Les, Frank, and Jim, and a state trooper named Joe. A few musicians were hanging around after a gig at the Legion and were dropping nickels in the pinball machine. The regulars all just sat around and talked through the wee hours of the morning and then left to get home before the sun came up.
When it was time for me to go home at seven o'clock on Christmas morning, to my amazement, my old battered Chevy was filled full to the top with boxes of all shapes and sizes. I quickly opened the driver's side door, crawled inside and kneeled in the front facing the back seat. Reaching back, I pulled off the lid of the top box. Inside was whole case of little blue jeans, sizes 2-10!
I looked inside another box: It was full of shirts to go with the jeans. Then I peeked inside some of the other boxes. There was candy and nuts and bananas and bags of groceries. There was an enormous ham for baking, and canned vegetables and potatoes. There was pudding and Jell-O and cookies, pie filling and flour. There was whole bag of laundry supplies and cleaning items. And there were five toy trucks and one beautiful little doll.
As I drove back through empty streets as the sun slowly rose on the most amazing Christmas Day of my life, I was sobbing with gratitude.
And I will never forget the joy on the faces of my little ones that precious morning.
Yes, there were angels in Indiana that long-ago December. And they all hung out at the Big Wheel truck stop....
THE POWER OF PRAYER. I believe that God only gives three answers to prayer:
1. 'Yes!'
2. 'Not yet.'
3. 'I have something better in mind.'
God still sits on the throne, the devil is a liar. You maybe going through a tough time right now but God is getting ready to bless you in a way that you cannot imagine.....


  Thanks, Gayle, this is a wonderful story!

  From Fuzzy Turner ('63) of NC - 01/16/08 - "I'll bet one of you tries this.":

An older lady gets pulled over for speeding...

Older Woman: Is there a problem, Officer?

Officer: Ma'am, you were speeding.

Older Woman: Oh, I see.

Officer: Can I see your license please?

Older Woman: I'd give it to you but I don't have one.

Officer: Don't have one?

Older Woman: Lost it, 4 years ago for drunk driving.

Officer: I see...Can I see your vehicle registration papers please.

Older Woman: I can't do that.

Officer: Why not?

Older Woman: I stole this car.

Officer: Stole it?

Older Woman: Yes, and I killed and hacked up the owner.

Officer: You what?

Older Woman: His body parts are in plastic bags in the trunk if you want to see.

The Officer looks at the woman and slowly backs away to his car and calls for back up. Within minutes 5 police cars circle the car. A senior officer slowly approaches the car, clasping his half drawn gun.

Officer 2: Ma'am, could you step out of your vehicle please! The woman steps out of her vehicle.

Older woman: Is there a problem sir?

Officer 2: One of my officers told me that you have stolen this car and murdered the owner.

Older Woman: Murdered the owner?

Officer 2: Yes, could you please open the trunk of your car, please.

The woman opens the trunk, revealing nothing but an empty trunk.

Officer 2: Is this your car, ma'am?

Older Woman: Yes, here are the registration papers.

The officer is quite stunned.

Officer 2: One of my officers claims that you do not have a driving license.

The woman digs into her handbag and pulls out a clutch purse and hands it to the officer.

The officer examines the license. He looks quite puzzled.

Officer 2: Thank you ma'am, one of my officers told me you didn't have a license, that you stole this car, and that you murdered and hacked up the owner.

Older Woman: Bet the liar told you I was speeding, too.

Don't Mess With Old Ladies

   Thanks, Fuzzy!

  From Joe Drewry ('58) of VA - 01/17/07 - "Basketball Memories - NNHS and VT -- the follow-up":

I don't usually stray far from news specific to NNHS58, but in this case I feel a quick follow-up to the information about Chris Ellis (NNHS64) and his involvement with the last VT Hokie basketball win over the UVA Wahoos in C'ville is in order.
The drought for Hokie fans is over.  For those of you who do not have ready access to news of the Commonwealth, the Hokies defeated the Wahoos last night with a shot at the end of the overtime period.   Chris Ellis was playing for the Hokies 40 years ago -- the last time the Hokies beat the Wahoos at home.
For more info, go to: "Shot of Revenge",0,4070159.story?coll=hr_tab02_layout

   Thanks, Joe - and congratulations on that win!

  From Ron Miller ('59) of NC - 01/17/08 - "C&O Depot circa 1900":

Hi Carol -- ran across this quite by accident, while looking for something else! (Ain't that always the way it happens?!) The good cap'n        (Dave Spriggs - '64 - of VA) sent you a photo or postcard a couple of months back, showing the old C&O depot in the background with a clock tower. Nobody seemed to know much about it.
Here's a postcard from circa 1900 showing the original buildings, with clock tower. Ta-da!!
C&O Depot circa 1900
Aerial View

Found a little history of the station along with it, too. The original depot was built in 1892 with the clock tower, as seen in this photo. The building on the left was apparently "baggage claim", for lack of a better term.

The clock tower portion of the station was removed sometime during WWI. Unfortunately no reason was available in this source.

The original station was then torn down in 1940, replaced by what is there now. I assume that the "baggage claim" building was also removed at that time??
Anyway, at least we know some of the history of the clock tower portion of the depot now. A search through old newspapers would probably give the reason for the tower's removal.

  WOW!!! Thanks, Ronnie! This postcard is actually a better copy of one Dave had given me on 11/03/03, so I switched it on Our Old Stomping Grounds - and added the history you provided:


From Mike White ('67) of VA - 01/17/08 - "Make sure you get the address correct!":

This is very funny.

Make sure you get the address correct!

Lesson to be learned from typing the wrong email address:

A Minneapolis couple decided to go to Florida to thaw out during a particularly icy winter. They planned to stay at the same hotel where they spent their honeymoon 20 years before. Because of their hectic schedules, it was difficult to coordinate their travel schedules. So, the husband left Minneapolis and flew to Florida on Friday, and his wife was flying down the following day. The husband checked into the hotel, and unlike years ago, there was a computer in his room, and he decided to send an email to his wife. However, he accidentally left out one letter in her email address, and without noticing his error, sent the email to the wrong address.

Meanwhile....somewhere in Houston ...a widow had just returned home from her husband's funeral. He was a Minister who was called home to glory after suffering a heart attack. The widow decided to check her email, expecting messages from relatives and friends. After reading the first message, she screamed and then fainted. The widow's son rushed into the room, found his mother on the floor, and then glanced up and saw the computer screen which read:

To: My Loving Wife
Date: Friday, October 13, 2004
Subject: I have Arrived!

Dearest Love:

I know you are surprised to hear from me. They have computers here now, and you are allowed to send emails to your loved ones. I have just arrived and have been checked in.

I see that everything has been prepared for your arrival tomorrow, and look forward to seeing you then.

Hope your journey is as uneventful as mine was.

PS ....... Sure is hot down here!!

   Thanks, Mike - you're right! This is hysterical!!

    From My Niece, Shari, of VA - 01/17/08 - "What most of us hope for":

     Thanks again, Shari!
Stairway to Heaven

    From Linda Lane Lane ('64) of VA - 01/17/08 - "Worth Repeating":

The following is the philosophy of Charles Schultz, the creator of the 'Peanuts' comic strip. You don't have
to actually answer the questions. Just read the e-mail straight through, and you'll get the point. 

1. Name the five wealthiest people in the world. 

2. Name the last five Heisman trophy winners. 

3. Name the last five winners of the Miss America. 

4. Name ten people who have won the Nobel or Pulitzer Prize. 

5. Name the last half dozen Academy Award winner for best actor and actress. 

6. Name the last decade's worth of World Series winners. 

How did you do? 

The point is, none of us remembers the headliners of yesterday. These are no second-rate achievers.
They are the best in their fields. But the applause dies. Awards tarnish. Achievements are forgotten.
Accolades and certificates are buried with their owners 

Here's another quiz. See how you do on this one: 

1. List a few teachers who aided your journey through school. 

2. Name three friends who have helped you through a difficult time. 

3. Name five people who have taught you something worthwhile. 

4. Think of a few people who have made you feel appreciated and special. 

5. Think of five people you enjoy spending time with 


The lesson: The people who make a difference in your life are not the ones with the most credentials,
the most money, or the most awards. They are the ones that care

"Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia" (Charles Schultz) 

   Thanks so much, Linda-Linda!


1. Friday and Saturday, May 16 - 17, 2008 - NNHS CLASS OF 1958

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

                          Love to all, Carol 





Carol Buckley Harty
219 Four Ply Lane
Fayetteville, NC 29311-9305

The most common English translation of Frère Jacques has a distinctly different meaning than the standard French version. "Matines" are matins, or morning prayers. This would imply that the subject of the verse, Frère Jacques, is a friar or monk. The French verb "sonnez" is the imperative second person formal form of the verb "sonner". The infinitive "sonner" means "to sound", as in sounding a bell (in this case, a bell used to call people to morning prayers). "Sonnez" would not normally be used to address one's fraternal brother, but someone with whom the singer had a more formal relationship.

Also, using the word "frère" (brother) in conjunction with the first name is atypical in addressing someone in a family situation. However, the use of the word "frère" together with the imperative second person formal form of "sonner" suggests that Frère Jacques is a member of a monastic order. Typically, in a monastery, "frère" or "brother" is a title bestowed upon friars or monks of lower rank.

Frère Jacques

Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques,
Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous?
Sonnez les matines! Sonnez les matines!
Din, dan, don. Din, dan, don.

Brother John

Are you sleeping, Are you sleeping,
Brother John? Brother John?
Morning bells are ringing, Morning bells are ringing.
Ding, dang, dong. Ding, dang, dong.

"Frère Jacques" midi courtesy of - 01/09/08

"Frère Jacques" lyrics (French and English) and analysis courtesy of - 01/18/08

Images of Unidentified (though the second one is possibly St. Giles) Church Bells (plus an available "Origin of Bells in Churches")
courtesy of - 01/18/08

Justice Scale clip art courtesy of Cheryl White Wilson (JMHS - '64) of VA - 10/13/05
Thanks, Cheryl!

Blue Jewels Divider Line clip art courtesy of - 04/07/05

Animated "NEW" clip art courtesy of - 03/07/06

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

Crab clip art courtesy of - 10/02/05

Marine Corps Seal clip art courtesy of Herbert Hice of MI - one of my Famous Marines who served in the South Pacific during WWII.
Thanks, Herbie!

Eastlake High School Logo courtesy of - 10/17/07

Army Seal clip art also courtesy of Al Farber ('64) of GA - 05/24/06
Thanks, Al!

Navy Seal clip art courtesy of - 05/29/06

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