Her Light Shines On Us

Nicole Shemell Emerick

Sylvie is with her younger sister Nicole

--Photo provided by Sylvie Landon, Nicole's sister

Her Light Shines On Us

Nicole Shemell Emerick

--1st Photo provided by Geoffrey Emerick, Nicole's husband

--2nd Photo provided by Sylvie Landon, Nicole's sister

Do The Hokey Pokey

The Hokey Pokey

You put your right foot in

You take your right foot out

You put your right foot in

And you shake it all about

You do the hokey pokey

And you turn yourself around

That's what it's all about

 

You put your left foot in

You take your left foot out

You put your left foot in

And you shake it all about

You do the hokey pokey

And you turn yourself around

That's what it's all about

 

You put your right hand in

You take your right hand out

You put your right hand in

And you shake it all about

You do the hokey pokey

And you turn yourself around

That's what it's all about

 

You put your left hand in

You take your left hand out

You put your left hand in

And you shake it all about

You do the hokey pokey

And you turn yourself around

That's what it's all about

 

You put your whole self in

You take your whole self out

You put your whole self in

And you shake it all about

You do the hokey pokey

And you turn yourself around

That's what it's all about

--Vocals JoAnn Greer, Music by Ray Anthony & His Orchestra, released in 1953


St. Mary Magdalen Trophies 1963

In 8th Grade with Sister Mary Catherine Labouré

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Left is our Basketball Division Championship Trophy

Center is our Football CYO Division Championship Trophy

Right is our Girls Volleyball Division Championship Trophy

On My Honor I Will Do My Best

Ted Tennant was our Scoutmaster.

First Photo is of Ted and Mimi Tennant (parents of classmate Dick Tennant, an Eagle Scout) at their reunion of the Class of '49 at Stanford.

Second photo is of classmate Bob Jarrett as a Cub Scout.

Where The Only Law Is Right

I'm back in the saddle again,

out where a friend is a friend

Where the long horn cattle feed

on the lonely jimson weed

I'm back in the saddle again

Ridin' the range once more, totin' my old forty-four

Where you sleep out every night,

and the only law is right

Back in the saddle again

Whoopi ti yi yo, rockin' to a fro,

back in the saddle again

Whoopi ti yi yea, I'll go my own way

Back in the saddle again

--The Signature Song of Gene Autry, first released in 1939

Photos taken at the backyard of classmate Bob Jarrett's Lancaster home where he's drifting along with the tumbling tumbleweeds.

1964 - 50 Yr Anniversary of Mother's Day

Mother's Day started in the 1850's, when West Virginia women's organizer Ann Reeves Jarvis - the mother of Anna Jarvis - held Mother's Day work clubs to improve sanitary conditions and to try to lower infant mortality by fighting disease and curbing milk contamination, according to historian Katharine Antolini of West Virginia Wesleyan College. The groups also tended wounded soldiers from both sides during the U.S. Civil War from 1861-1865.

Anna Jarvis never had children of her own, but the 1905 death of her own mother inspired her to organize the first Mother's Day in 1908. On May 10 of that year, families gathered at events in Jarvis' hometown of Grafton, West Virginia - at a church now renamed the International Mother's Day Shrine - as well as in Philadelphia where Jarvis lived at the time, and in several other cities.

Largely through Jarvis' efforts, Mother's Day came to be observed in a growing number of cities and states until U.S. President Woodrow Wilson officially set aside the second Sunday in May in 1914 for the holiday. It wasn't to celebrate all mothers. It was to celebrate the best mother you've ever known - your mother - as a son or a daughter.

But the holiday has more somber roots. It was founded for mourning women to remember fallen soldiers and work for peace. And when the holiday went commercial, its greatest champion, Anna Jarvis, gave everything to fight it, dying penniless and broken in a sanitarium.

Anna Jarvis' idea of an intimate Mother's Day quickly became a commercial gold mine centering on the buying and giving of flowers, candles, and greeting cards - a development that deeply disturbed Jarvis. She set about dedicating herself and her sizable inheritance to returning Mother's Day to its reverent roots.

As Mother's Day turns 100 this year, it's known mostly as a time for brunches, gifts, cards, and general outpourings of love and appreciation.

--Extracted from National Geographic Online Magazine article entitled "Mother's Day Turns 100 - Its Surprisingly Dark History," dated May 11, 2014.

You And Me Sister

He's Got The Whole World In His Hands

He's got the whole world in His hands

He's got the big round world in His hands

He's got the wide world in His hands

He's got the whole world in His hands

 

He's got the wind and the rain in His hands

He's got the moon and the stars in His hands

He's got the wind and the rain in His hands

He's got the whole world in His hands

 

He's got the little bitty baby in His hands

He's got the little bitty baby in His hands

He's got the little bitty baby in His hands

He's got the whole world in His hands

 

He's got you and me brother in His hands

He's got you and me sister in His hands

He's got you and me brother in His hands

He's got the whole world in His hands

 

Oh, He's got everybody in His hands

He's got everybody in His hands

He's got everybody here right here in His hands

He's got the whole world in His hands

--Sung by Marian Anderson at the March On Washington For Jobs And Freedom

August 28, 1963

Mister Tally Man

Day O

Day O, day O

Daylight come and me wan' go home

Day, me say day, me say day, me say day

Me say day, me say day O

Daylight come and me wan' go home

 

Work all night on a drink of rum

(Daylight come and me wan' go home)

Stack banana till the mornin' come

(Daylight come and me wan' go home)

 

Come, Mister Tally Man, tally me banana

(Daylight come and me wan' go home)

Come, Mister Tally Man, tally me banana

(Daylight come and me wan' go home)

 

Lift six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch

(Daylight come and me wan' go home)

Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch

(Daylight come and me wan' go home)

 

Day, me say day O

(Daylight come and me wan' go home)

Day, me say day, me say day

Me say day, me say day, me say day

(Daylight come and me wan' to go home)

 

A beautiful bunch o' ripe banana

(Daylight come and me wan' go home)

Hide the deadly black tarantula

(Daylight come and me wan' go home)

 

Lift six foot, seven foot, eight food bunch

(Daylight come and me wan' go home)

Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch

(Daylight come and me wan' go home)

 

Day, me say day O

(Daylight come and me wan' go home)

Day, me say day, me say day

Me say day, me say day, me say day

(Daylight come and me wan' go home)

 

Come, Mister Tally Man, tally me banana

(Daylight come and me wan' go home)

Come, Mister Tally Man, tally me banana

(Daylight come and me wan' go home)

 

Day O, day O

(Daylight come and me wan' to go home)

Day, me say day, me say day, me say day

Me say day, me say day O

(Daylight come and me wan' go home)

--Lyrics written by William Attaway & Irving Burgie

--Sung by Harry Belafonte, 1957