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02/23/08 - NNHS Newsletter
I Dreamed a Dream

“Dreams can disappear - poof, just like that. Where do those dreams go?
Are they floating out there with no place to land - songs not sung,
dances not danced, all those dreams that will never come true?”

 - Marjorie Klein, Test Pattern, 2000, p. 204

Dear Friends and Schoolmates,   

   This is one of my favorite songs.  Yes, I know I say that all the time, but that's only because it's so true.  And this really is one of my favorite songs from one of my favorite musicals, "Les Miz."

BONUS - - I Dreamed a Dream

   Of course it makes me cry and sob and weep and wail, but isn't that the true test of whether or not a song has touched your heart??

   Oh no, wait a minute.  I forgot.  I never cry; everybody knows that.....


   Happy Birthday today to Richard Prince ('57)!  And Happy Birthday next week to:

25 - Peggy Wellington Craft ('57) AND   the President of the Class of 1965, Joe Wingo of NC;
27 -
  Evelyn Vretos ('55) of VA;
28 -
  Wayne Agee ('58) of FL;
   And a Happy Leap Year Day Birthday to: Bob Schweida ('54) of NH!

   Many Happy Returns to you all!


  From Kathy Johnson Simms ('66) of VA - 02/22/08 - "Help For A Former Typhoon":

Hi..... Attention was brought to several of us that a former Typhoon was in need of our help.  We just feel so badly for    Connie Bloxom Thompson that we thought we might possibly be able to help in some way.  My greatest dream would be to have a former classmate that became an eye doctor volunteer an operation, but since to my knowledge there is no such person,  we wanted to check with you to see what you thought about passing along our letter.    Dee Hodges Bartram ('66 - of VA), who pretty much has a handle on our 1966 class roster, hopes to send the letter to our class also once she is able to get e-mail addresses updated.
A copy of the letter is attached that Bonnie Lee Rogers and I have signed, although I wonder if it should just be signed "Typhoon Family".  Please read through the letter and if this is something you feel comfortable with, I'd appreciate you considering passing it along. If you don't feel comfortable, please know that we won't be offended whatsoever.
Thanks for all the hard work that you do on the website.  You've got a lot more guts than I would ever have to tackle such an involved job.  Also, if you have some other suggestion that maybe we haven't thought about, we'd love to hear about it.  

Thanks again, Carol.


Dear Classmates, 

We hope that you were all able to have a wonderful holiday season with your loved ones. The New Year has begun and it has come to our attention that one of our classmates is in need of our help. 

We are sure you all remember Connie Bloxom (Thompson).  For those of you who grew up in Stuart Gardens, you will recall that she lived on 19th Street.  Connie was such a sweet and giving person.  Now we have the chance to return that love. Connie, who is divorced and was once an x-ray technician, is no longer able to work.  In fact, she has been sick for some time.  Her medical conditions are too numerous to name, but they include severe Osteoporosis, which caused cervical, thoracic, lumbar coccyx multiple fractures throughout the entire spine together with Diabetes and Fibromyalgia. 

Connie lives in Maryland and has been homebound since 2002.  She has a motorized wheelchair that assists her greatly in her daily routine. Her computer fills a much needed link to the outside world.  For the past two years, Connie has been in dire need of cataract surgery to prevent inevitable blindness.  The problem is she has no insurance.  The surgery, glasses and follow-up visits (to include wheelchair-bound transportation) will likely cost in the neighborhood of $7,000.  

We all know that at any given moment we could find ourselves in need. If you could find it in your heart to help Connie, we would ask that you send a donation (check, money order, etc.) payable to Connie Thompson at 2237 Hunter Chase, Bel Air, Maryland 21015.  Connie has a health aide several times a week that would assist with her banking needs.  A detailed itemized statement of eye health services can also be furnished upon your request. 

No amount is too small because together, we can give Connie the “gift of sight”.  When last we heard, she was having some difficulty with her e-mail system (CRT4LIFE@AOL.COM), but we know she would love to hear from any fellow TYPHOON be it e-mail or postal.  Individual donation amounts will not be disclosed but updates will be forthcoming to advise the status of our goal. 

Thank you all in advance for your kindness and may this New Year bring you good health and many blessings. 


   Ohhh, Kathy, I am so very sorry to learn this news! I remember those carefree days, playing with Connie when we were little girls together in Stuart Gardens!

   While I personally know of no ophthalmologist on the East Coast among us (proving nothing), I can certainly attest to the generosity of our entire Typhoon Family. Nor is it limited to an individual class, or to NNHS graduates, or even to former friends. Our Family has a heart of pure gold.

   Thank you for letting us know, and please give our collected love to Connie!

    From My Niece, Shari, of VA - 02/21/08 - "MUSIC & The Water":

I thought the lunar eclipse was beautiful, but I like stuff like that, It has struck me more so than ever in the last six months, how very diverse we each are. The first song everyone will like, at least I think. The 2nd sets by POD aren't for everybody. I have a dual thing going.. highly spiritual, but love hard rock.
Then again I accept everybody, with all their differences. God knew to give us different traits; it makes life interesting. Music helps  me cope and now have Emily's major surgery date - March 11th....Aaaaahhhh, NERVOUS!,

Concrete Angel--Martina McBride
(Makes me cry every time I watch it.)

   Okay, Lady, ya got me with this one!

"But whoso shall offend one of these little ones which believe in me, it were better for him that
a millstone were hanged about his neck, and that he were drowned in the depth of the sea."

- Matthew. 18: 6

This is hard rock/rap, so most won't like..... Guess I'll be in a rocking chair (one day long from now) rocking on.  ;-)
New by P.O.D. Sepents and Angels
Older P.O.D.
BOOM (and my all time fave by them--mild language)
Good Bye For Now--more chilled.
During a friendly argument, my husband asked me why I married him in the first place. "I was just stupid," I teased.

When he said he was happy to hear that, I requested an explanation.  

"People get divorced all the time because they fall out of love," he said. "But I've never heard of anybody falling out of stupid."  

((Another beautiful oldie.))

The Water

It was one of the hottest days of the dry season.  We had not seen rain in almost a month.  The crops were dying. Cows had stopped giving milk.  The creeks and streams were long gone back into the earth.  It was a dry season that would bankrupt several farmers before it was through.

Every day, my husband and his brothers would go about the arduous process of trying to get water to the fields.  Lately this process had involved taking a truck to the local water rendering plant and filling it up with water.  But severe rationing had cut everyone off.  If we didn't see some rain soon...we would lose everything.

It was on this day that I learned the true lesson of sharing and witnessed the only miracle I have seen with my own eyes. I was in the kitchen making lunch for my husband and his brothers when I saw my six-year-old son, Billy, walking toward the woods.  He wasn't walking with the usual carefree abandon of a youth but with a serious purpose.  I could only see his back.  He was obviously walking with a great effort ...trying to be as still as possible.

Minutes after he disappeared into the woods, he came running out again, toward the house.  I went back to making sandwiches, thinking that whatever task he had been doing was completed. Moments later, however, he was once again walking in that slow purposeful stride toward the woods.

This activity went on for an hour: walk carefully to the woods, run back to the house.  Finally, I couldn't take it any longer, and I crept out of the house and followed him on his journey (being very careful not to be he was obviously doing important work and didn't need his Mommy checking up on him).

He was cupping both hands in front of him as he walked, being very careful not to spill the water he held in them...maybe two or three tablespoons were held in his tiny hands.

I sneaked close as he went into the woods.  Branches and thorns slapped his little face, but he did not try to avoid them. He had a much higher purpose.  As I leaned in to spy on him, I saw the most amazing site.  Several large deer loomed in front of him.

Billy walked right up to them.  I almost screamed for him to get away.  A huge buck with elaborate antlers was dangerously close. But the buck did not threaten him...he didn't even move as Billy knelt down.  And I saw a tiny fawn lying on the ground, obviously suffering from dehydration and heat exhaustion, lift its head with great effort to lap up the water cupped in my beautiful boy's hands.

When the water was gone, Billy jumped up to run back to the house and I hid behind a tree.  I followed him back to the house to a spigot that we had shut off the water to.

Billy opened it all the way up and a small trickle began to creep out. He knelt there, letting the drip slowly fill up his makeshift "cup," as the sun beat down on his little back.

And it became clear to me.  The trouble he had gotten into for playing with the hose the week before.  The lecture he had received about the importance of not wasting water.  The reason he didn't ask me to help him.

It took almost twenty minutes for the drops to fill his hands. When he stood up and began the trek back, I was there in front of him.  His little eyes just filled with tears.

"I'm not wasting," was all he said.

As he began his walk, I joined him...with a small pot of water from the kitchen.  I let him tend to the fawn.  I stayed away. It was his job.

I stood on the edge of the woods watching the most beautiful heart I have ever known working so hard to save another life. As the tears that rolled down my face began to hit the ground, they were suddenly joined by other drops...and more drops...and more.........

I looked up at the sky.  It was as if God, Himself, was weeping with pride.

Some will probably say that this was all just a huge coincidence.  That miracles don't really exist.  That it was bound to rain sometime.  And I can't argue with that.............I'm not going to try.

All I can say is that the rain that came that day saved our farm...just like the actions of one little boy saved another.

This is not one of those crazy chain letters...if you don't forward it to anyone, nothing bad will happen to you. If you choose to forward it, you won't receive any riches in the mail.

I don't know if anyone will read this...but I had to send it out.  To honor the memory of my beautiful Billy, who was taken from me much too soon.... But not before showing me the true face of God, in a little sunburned body.

~Author Unknown~

   Thank you so much, Shari - I've added the date of Emily's surgery to our prayer roll!

       From Dave Spriggs ('64) of VA - 02/18/08 - "BEACON - 29 MAR 63":

Articles are attached.
Friday, March 29, 1963 Friday, March 29, 1963 Friday, March 29, 1963 Friday, March 29, 1963
Three Juniors (Charles Milne, Sandye Cohen, and Alice Fowler - all '64) Represent NNHS in State S.C.A. Conference; AND Bobby Fox ('63), Mr. Wynn Attend Conference; AND Intellectual Contest Challenges Students Rotary Club Selects Four (Bobby Fox, Barry Hatchett, John Gillikin, and Wayne DeLozier  - All '63)) AND Intellectual Contest Challenges Students Professional Profile -
Dean of Girls -
Miss Ethel Gildersleeve
Professional Profile -
Principal - Mr. Robert Maidment


   Thanks, Brown Eyes! I'm enjoying these so much!

    From Jean Poole Burton ('64) of RI - 02/22/08 - "this is hilarious!":

FREE screen cleaning:

   Thanks, Jean!

  From Joyce Lawrence Cahoon ('65) of VA - 02/22/08 - "Tap On The Shoulder":

Tap On The Shoulder

A passenger in a taxi leaned over to ask the driver a question and tapped him on the shoulder. The driver screamed, lost control of the cab, nearly hit a bus, drove up over the curb, and stopped just inches from a large plate glass window.

 For a few moments everything was silent in the cab, and then the still shaking driver said, "I'm sorry but you scared the daylights out of me."

The frightened passenger apologized to the driver and said he didn't realize a mere tap on the shoulder could frighten him so much.

 The driver replied, "No, no, I'm sorry, it's entirely my fault. Today is my first day driving a cab. I've been driving a hearse for the last 25 years."
 Joyce Cahoon

   WILD GIGGLES! Thanks, Joyce!

From the Daily Press - 02/23/08:


The remnants of Sammy & Nick's Family Restaurant, which was gutted by a fire in October 2006, began coming down this week. At age 77, Sammy Canavos, who opened the Hampton restaurant more than 30 years ago, said he's too old to rebuild, and hopes to sell the property.

"I hate to see it come down," Canavos said. "There are a lot of memories there." Razing the building will help Canavos market the West Mercury Boulevard property as an empty, 1.2-acre lot. Canavos still owns a second Sammy & Nick's in Williamsburg.

Friday, February 22, 2008
Image by Diane Cebula, Daily Press

   In addition to our own individual reminiscences, I'm sure that members of the Class of 1962 have fond memories of holding their Reunion Planning Meeting there for several years:

      - Looky! A Remnant Page from the Old Site!


PRAYER ROLL (arranged alphabetically, but not necessarily complete):

1.   Jerry Allen ('65) of VA - begins radiation for cancer - 02/20/08

2.   Connie Bloxom Thompson ('66) of MD - multiple heath and financial issues; needing cataract surgery to prevent inevitable blindness ASAP

3. My Friend Judy of IL -  shoulder replacement surgery - 04/22/08

4. Clyde Bryant ('58) of PA - heart replacement surgery - 12/13/07

5.      Me ('65) of NC - recent escalation of shortness of breath, heart and blood pressure problems plus the usual .....

6. Emily (daughter of My Niece Shari) of VA - continuing problems with advancing scoliosis; surgery 03/11/08

7.       Herb Hice of MI - triple bypass surgery plus carotid artery cleanup - @ 01/25/08

8. Patsy Lewis Hancock ('57) of VA - suffered second massive heart attack - 01/31/08

9.       John London (Warwick HS - '57) of VA - lumbar surgery to fix a spinal stenosis [ laminectomy]; will also involve fusion of vertebrae - 02/05/08

10. Pam Pennington Cherry ('58) of VA - congestive heart failure; cardiac ablation procedure - 02/06/08

11.   Catherine Slusser Hudson ('64) of VA - recent surgery on right knee

12. All of Us


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

    From Jerry Blanchard ('62) of VA - 01/12/08 - "Gas Stations Of Yesteryear-------------------------this IS REAL Americana" (#21 in a Series of 37):

Carol, do not know if you would like to show these or not. Just brings back a lot memories from yesteryear. Hope you like them. 

Jerry Blanchard (62) of Va.

Gas Stations Of  Yesteryear

Back when life was much simpler and gas was 18-25 cents a gallon!!

(or there about) and as low as 17 cents during gas wars.


Old American Gas Stations from all around the country  
Some are abandoned, some are restored and many are still in use.  


Yeah . . .  I remember!

 And with a fill-up you got the gas pumped for you, your windshield cleaned, oil and fluids checked, tires checked,
a free map, if you wanted it, and greeted in ENGLISH !!!

Yeah! I remember!!!

Enjoy Your Days & Love Your Life.... Because...."Life is a journey to be savored."

  Thanks, Jerry, I remember them quite fondly, too!

   Remember, there's much more to come - next time!  Obviously there are still several people to be added to our Famous Military pages!!

   Two of those cool items to come are some fabulous images from    Phil Hammond ('64) of UT and       Jean Poole Burton ('64) of RI.   Rest assured I've neither lost them nor forgotten them.  I just haven't processed them yet! 

    From Jean Poole Burton ('64) of RI - 02/21/08 - "Way too many photos to post...":

No need to post my Italy photos..

   Well, I wasn't planning to post ALL of them Jean - just five or ten of my faves! Maybe I'll be able to finish them sometime this weekend.....

   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  
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I Dreamed a Dream

From Les Miz: Music by Claude-Michel Schönberg; French libretto by Alain Boublil, 1980
English lyrics by Herbert Kretzmer.1985.


There was a time when men were kind
When their voices were soft
And their words inviting
There was a time when love was blind
And the world was a song
And the song was exciting
There was a time
Then it all went wrong

I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving
Then I was young and unafraid
And dreams were made and used and wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung, no wine untasted

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hope apart
And they turn your dream to shame

He slept a summer by my side
He filled my days with endless wonder
He took my childhood in his stride
But he was gone when autumn came

And still I dream he'll come to me
That we will live the years together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms we cannot weather

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seemed
Now life has killed the dream I dreamed.

"I Dreamed a Dream" midi courtesy of - 02/22/08

"I Dreamed a Dream" lyrics courtesy of - 02/22/08

Dreaming Image courtesy of - 03/22/07

Peach Zigzag Divider Line clip art courtesy of - 11/28/05

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

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!!

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

Crying Baby clip art courtesy of - 09/28/05

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

Animated Laughter clip art courtesy of Janice McCain Rose ('65) of VA - 01/24/06
Thanks, Janice!

Air Force Seal clip art courtesy of - 07/07/06

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