10.27.05
Posted in Reunion Planning at 8:01 am by Corey Robinson (81)
The specific date needs to be booked for the reunion. I’m fairly certain June 2nd or 3rd of June 2006 is available. Also possible are the 9th or 10th, although those might conflict. More to the point, we have to decide whether or not we do this on a Friday or a Saturday. I’ll briefly explain the options, and I’d like everyone to give their opinion and preferences. If you have a preference, I’d appreciate it if you included the reasons why.
A Friday booking would be a shorter event, more in line with a typical social. It would be less expensive to run, and would take less people to operate. For those that prefer a short and sweet type event, this would be your preference. It wouldn’t be able to accommodate anyone under 18 (should someone wish to bring their younger children).
A Saturday booking can be a longer event, include more of the school, and have more than one sub events. It would be a little more expensive, and would require more people to run. It would likely have an outdoor supper in the Courtyard where family would be welcome. If you would wish to bring your family with younger children to the first part, this would be your preference. The evening would still be a typical social format, for 18+ only. Overall, Saturday would be a longer event. You might prefer more time with everyone considering it’s been 25 years.
Both events will have eats, but the style of food would be affected (Saturday having a bbq involved, the other being strictly indoor prep). Both events would have ‘extras’, like archival displays from our years, and anything else we might come up with between now and then. Saturday would give us the ability to do a little more with the extras.
So it’s really up to you guys. If there is a strong preference for one over the other, we’ll book that. If it’s split down the middle, we’ll put on our thinking caps some more. But we do need to decide soon.
So what’s your preference? (If you want to state your preference privately, click on the contact site admin link on the right).
Update: Lily S. pointed out that people travelling from out of province really need Friday for travel. So unless someone comes up with a more compelling reason for changing it, I think we’ll all agree that Saturday is the better day.
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10.26.05
Posted in General at 3:05 am by gbg
well here i am again–you know one time i think i actually saw a picture
of Liz as a doctor doing viral reasearch or something–i dont know where or when–it was either in the paper or on the net–probably the paper–anyway in mr koos chem class i sat across from Liz and another girl who used to sneeze alot–her sneezes were loud!! everybody would chuckle after she sneezed–she was so sweet - i really liked her and i always enjoyed talking to her and Liz–so does anybody remember her name… both her and Liz probably had the longest names in our school–i remember her name… does anybody else remember her?? if you were in a class with her i’m sure one of her cute yet loud sneezes would have left a lasting impression…so thats my million dollar question–besides dmci dood–hahahah is it litke?? i wonder - he wouldnt be so shy would he?? well if he knows about my exploding apple pictures –jeez i dont know who i showed those to–oh well
signing off
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10.22.05
Posted in General at 10:08 am by Corey Robinson (81)
My older brother is in the Daniel McIntyre Alumini Choir. He asked our mother if she wanted to attend a performance they were giving at Knox church. Barry Anderson is the choir master for Knox as well, and both choirs combined together for this thang.
My mother need a date. Well, a ride. So she asked if I would take her. I was extremely reluctant, as I’m not into choirs. I’ve really only enjoyed one choral performance in my life, and that was at a Ukrainian Catholic funeral. They had an awesome choir, and the priest sang most of his service with them. It was amazing. Anyway, I’m not usually into choirs, but this was my Mom. She asks, I deliver.
This was actually dinner theatre. The choir sang, and also served the food. The food was unspectacular, basic roast beef, mashed potatoes type stuff. Dessert was pie and ice cream. The crowd was extremely old. Everyone there was likely serving in that war, or waiting at home for a loved one to return. I have *never* seen more white hair in one place in my whole life. I was the youngest person in the audience, but there were a few younger than me in the choir.
If you’ve heard the choir in school, this was pretty much the same. I guess Barry’s style hasn’t changed so much. The theme was in honour of the year of the Veteran. They basically sung war songs, songs about the war, or were popular during war time. The best part of the evening was the emcee, Phillip Thompson (probably about a dozen years older than us) from the Alumni choir. He gave historical information about every song they performed. An example was the song Li Li Marlene. It was actually a german song, sung by german troops. Allied troops heard it, and it became popular with them, especially after an English translation was recorded by Marlene Dietrich. I find it interesting that despite being on opposing sides, a song can cross over and transcend the boundaries of war.
Most of the other songs were much more well known by our generation. They even sang a war protest song, one tin soldier. I found it was actually out of place with everything else they sang, and with the predominantly 80 ish crowd.
I listened during the song histories, and amused myself by studied the various characters in the choir during the less interesting parts. There was the very young redheaded fellow with the Romulan Senator hair cut; the gaggle of school marms with the over powering vibrato’d voices; the extremely giddy fellow who either took happy pills, or was just sooo tickled to be performing; and there was Fidel Castro (ok, that was my brother, they were in army clothing, and my brother looked like you know who from cuba). For the most part, it was a trip down memory lane for the audience. Many of them sang along. My mother enjoyed herself, which was the main thing.
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10.21.05
Posted in General at 3:26 am by gbg
okay am i doing this right?? for somebody that was so computer savvy
i am really not now allthough i like to think i still have my intuitive skills(yeah i’ve still got some skils…break the wrist and walk away…)hahahahaha–okay well thats my post–you know cor i would like to think that was elizabeth constatinetes in that pic–i wonder if she became a doctor–i dont remeber all the names–just the girls that i used to talk to–hahahahaha–oh i am such a slut
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10.12.05
Posted in Pictures at 1:35 pm by Corey Robinson (81)
From 10 thousand miles away. (Or likely more). This lucky alumnus is standing on a bridge in Japan. Who is she?
OK, our mystery person was kind of enough to send a larger version of the photo. So what do you think now? It’s not Mrs. Getschel!
Update: As of October 19th, 10:30am, no one has guessed. I might have to classify this one as an unsolved mystery! I’m giving away one blatant clue now. Hair colour. Check your yearbooks!
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Posted in General at 1:29 pm by Corey Robinson (81)
Can someone remember the songs we used to run to in gym? I think I remember, but I don’t want to say the wrong thing and jinx it. In grade 10, we had gym every second day. The first thing we did was a 15 minute run. Hall and Silversides would put on music for us to run to. Do you remember the tunes?
No guesses yet? OK, I remember one of them was Queen’s We Will Rock You. We’d stamp our feet to the drum beats, and stomp hard on the clap.
So what was the other common running tune? Anyone? A huge prize* will be awarded to the correct guesser!
*note, prize will neither be huge, or a prize.
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10.10.05
Posted in Pictures at 2:52 pm by Corey Robinson (81)
Call this a trivia question if you like. I thought it would be fun to post a pic of someone now, and see if you can guess who it is. Just hit the comment link underneath to give us your two cents.
And if you want to send me your photo for this game, I’ll do ya too!
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10.08.05
Posted in General at 10:57 am by Pamela81
This is Pam,
I saw on the side of the home page that Neal Dow’s named has been added. So where has he been hiding? I am so glad to see so many names that are familiar coming to this site. I remember Charles Newman. When my Grandmother first moved back to Canada she lived on Colony Street, he lived on the floor below hers. I know where another of our schoolmates was living last year and I think he is still there. His name is Tony Pimental and he lives in Winnipeg Beach. He graduated the year before us. Just thought I would pas that on in case you wanted to know.
Bye for now.
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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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