In Brooklyn the elementary schools were numbered. I went to P.S. 135, a rather grim
and ugly old building, from first through sixth grade.
There's not much that I or my family saved that speaks to school in those years
-- all I think I have is a graduation picture (1958), part of the mimeographed
single-page graduation program, a good citizenship award from the Green Point Savings Bank, and the "Autograph Book" that I had everyone in the class sign.
I don't believe we wore ties or white shirts except on "assembly
day." A favorite winter morning spot was by the kitchen
radiator. I wonder what was on the schedule for that day's
session in the auditorium? This picture, I am fairly sure,
was highly coached. The heat from that radiator on a cold
winter morning was wonderful.
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