11.27.05
Posted in General, Yearbook Memories at 10:30 pm by tarot bruce
I realized the other day when some cable station ran a remember the 80s show that I have one of the strangest memories related to Daniel. I was on the second level by the English classes, and I heard someone downstairs singing the Dolly Parton song ‘Nine to Five’ which came from the movie of the same name (I don’t know if its any good, as I never saw it). So, I head down the stairs and who do I see walking along and singing this song? Terry Dixon! I must admit that he did a very good (vocal) impersonation of Dolly.
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10.08.05
Posted in Yearbook Memories at 8:58 am by Corey Robinson (81)
… I just want to ride my motor sicle.
So in grade 10 I had a couple of bad influences. In the lunchroom, some older students introduced me to the fine pasttime of pickle snapping.
What is pickle snapping?
I’m glad I pretended you asked.
Some people would come to school with sandwiches wrapped in waxed paper. Certain mom’s might wrap in a sweet pickle slice right into the fold of the waxed paper. I guess this was a traditional thing in the depression days or something. Anyway, my mom didn’t do that, but the corner store made sandwiches, and the lady there would do it. If I wanted ammunition for lunch time, I would have to buy a sandwich at the corner store. My bad influence classmates came with ammo every day, thanks for their keener moms and their pickle obsession. I still haven’t answered what pickle snapping is, have I?
OK, pickle snapping is when you take your waxed paper, and put a sweet pickle slice in the middle of it. Then you hold the waxed paper by the edges and make it form a U shape, with the pickle slice at the bottom of the U. Then you snap the waxed paper by pulling your hands outwards very rapidly. This pulled the waxed paper taught with a snap, and sent the pickle flying upwards. The goal was to hit the ceiling.
Why would we do this?
Aside from questionable sanity, the idea was to save this trick for the end of the lunch. We would snap our pickles when we were about to leave the table. If all went according to plan, the pickle would hit the ceiling and stick there. We got up and left, and then new people came and sat at our table. A few minutes later, a pickle would land on the table in front of them. (Yes, I know, immature. Did you expect better behaviour from 16 year olds?) We found this endlessly funny, and I apologise now if a pickle has ever landed on your lunch.
Pickle Fossils
One day, we watched and watched, and one pickle didn’t fall down. We had to go to class, and gave up on the little guy. When we came to lunch the next day, we looked up, and saw that the pickle was still there. And a week later, it was still there. We finished grade 10, and the pickle was still there. Actually, we finished grade 12, and the pickle was still stuck to the ceiling. I went back to the school for the 60th reunion, and sure enough, the pickle was still there.
By now of course, it wasn’t green, but brown and crusty. Recognizable only by it’s shape.
All good things
must come to an end. When the 75th Anniversary reunion came along, one of the things I was eager to show my wife was the pickle. I brought her down to the cateteria and looked up. No pickle. Someone had cleaned and painted the ceiling of the cafeteria. I was at least hoping to see the pickle had been painted over, but obviously some painter with a good work ethic actually scraped it off. He couldn’t have know he was destroying history. I forgive him.
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10.06.05
Posted in Pictures, Yearbook Memories at 4:32 pm by Corey Robinson (81)
He was never Mr. Anderson to me. He was O.T. I saw this picture in the hallway at Daniel when I was there for a meeting recently. It shows that after we left, he became Vice Principal for quite a few years. I was informed that O.T. is no longer with us.
O.T. always had a kind of sardonic grin on his face. An anecdote that might sum up his character was the time a classmate asked him why he had the little tuft of hair under his bottom lip. He pointed at it and said “You see that? All the smartest guys in the world have one just like it.”
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09.13.05
Posted in Yearbook Memories at 3:14 pm by Corey Robinson (81)
(UPDATE: answered below)
Who took pride in drawing perfect circles freehand?
This person would walk up to the chalk board. A zen like calm would fall over him/her. Hand poised with chalk. A brief moment of stillness. Then suddenly, after a brief twitch, the chalk would strike the chalkboard and form an arc, then back to where it started. A perfect circle would be left behind. Sometimes a smile, occasionally a comment ‘look at that’.
OK, time to answer this one. Thanks for Pam for making a guess.
My friend Bruce Thomson (dmci grad) were watching Shock Treatment, and more specifically, to a song by Farley Flavors. In there is a line “And who draws a perfect circle, anymore?” Well we knew, and we both yelled out …
Mr. Bachinsky!
Yep. He took pride in those cirlces. It was amazing to watch. For years I would try to duplicate his success. I would occasionally get one perfect. But only Mr. Bachinsky could do it every time.
“You’re not looking at a King. You’re lookin’ at an Ace.”
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09.07.05
Posted in Yearbook Memories at 8:47 am by Corey Robinson (81)
Until I looked back at my yearbook, and what people wrote in it, I completely forgot about this. I now remember a run on gag where I would ask Stephen Yurkiw if student council would make up some Maroon underware to sell. I had the hat, I had the duffle bag, I wanted underware too!
My yearbook doesn’t have that many signatures in it. I regret that. I only thought to get some at the very last minute on the last day. A lot of people had left already. I remember doing this with a friend, and I didn’t even get his signature! Fortunately, I still see that friend. So I guess I didn’t need it.
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09.05.05
Posted in Yearbook Memories at 2:57 pm by Corey Robinson (81)
I thought you might like to see the school. I took this image from my 1979 yearbook from the inside cover. That line is from the crease. This picture smells like autumn to me. It could be the sepai tone though!
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