Mind Movies Memories From Every School Grade
As I have written about many times in the past on this blog, I have a photographic memory for old, long-ago events in my life. It is almost savant-like in that I can travel back in time and picture a scene as if it is playing out in a movie. It’s a gift to have this, and I amaze friends constantly with this extraordinary talent that not many people have. (And intimidate some who do not have long term memory recall, and especially my freaky details.) These scenes are so vivid, I can picture all the characters exactly as they looked and dressed back then. No detail escapes when I travel back in time to these memories.
On a limo ride to a place a couple hours away, after conversing, somehow this talent of mine came up. Of course the driver did not believe me and challenged me. I regaled him with stories from just about every elementary grade, and named my teachers. He was totally astounded, and acted as if I was doing magic tricks – he was that amazed as he remembered virtually none of his teachers names nor any details from those years. (We were about the same age.) He suggested that I write a blog about this so I can share this unusual talent. So here it is, and hopefully it will stir some memories for you of a time so very long ago. It has taken me some time to compile them in written form, and I have so many others, but this is already way too long for blog form.
My big memory of Kindergarten, and of Miss Rabinowitz, our beautiful Jackie Kennedy lookalike teacher, was that although I spent much of my time in the play kitchen area and doing domestic duties with dolls as a typical girl of that era, I also remember that I was also quite a tomboy, which my teacher found funny. Most of my good friends were boys, and I remember gleefully explaining to my Gram when she asked how Kindergarten was going, and I told her it was great and that I had four boyfriends. (They were friends but they were boys.) She was truly tickled at this conversation. I remember the conversation like it was yesterday.
In first grade I had Mrs. Phillips, and it was brief amount of time spent there, but my main memory was of always raising my hand ferociously to read aloud from our Dick and Jane books. I loved to read aloud and perform.
First grade only lasted a short few months or so, and then I was skipped to second grade. It was the end of the A-B semesters in education, and I was tested and moved up to second grade where I finished that same school year. This memory was not quite pleasant as my teacher Mrs. Elkins, was a short, dour lady, and I remember one day in her room where I felt homesick and just cried and cried until they sent me home. Looking back, it must have been the adjustment of going from first to second grade, but I remember that day so clearly. I was called a cry-baby after that episode, and it was mortifying.
In third grade, I had Mrs. Sickles, who I did not like at all. She got annoyed at me for telling the other children that Santa Claus could not possibly visit every house in one night as I had trouble on Halloween just walking two or three blocks of houses! Ever since that day, she had it out for me, and constantly yelled at me for not always coloring in the lines, and having messy cursive handwriting, or for chatting in class. I sat next to a boy named Barry Schlanger, who got ill one day and threw up all over the desk, splattering on me! Just when I thought third grade could not get worse, that had to happen. The only redeeming episode of third grade in my memories is of a red-haired boy named Richard Rettig who was my boyfriend and he gave me a bracelet he found. When the teasing and harassment from the other boys became too much, he was mean on the playground and that was the end of that. My other memory, clear as a bell, was that I had never had a birthday party and I demanded one instead of a present from my parents. I invited my classmates to my home for lunch (we went home for an hour for lunch and it was short walking distance) and I remember Richard Rettig gave me my favorite gift of a mosaic art set. I just loved crafts.
In fourth grade, I had Miss Cohn, my favorite teacher of all time. She lived in the neighborhood, and I would visit her after school to tell her what books I was reading from the library. She was always patient with my extreme admiration for her, and she was the one who inspired me to first become an educator. My most vivid memory is sitting next to a boy named Jay Sitvarin, and he tortured me every day, scribbling on my papers, teasing me. Then, after Parent-Teacher conferences, my mother came home and told me that Jay’s mother Shirley told her that Jay had a big crush on me. To this day, I can remember the conversation with my mom and how shocked I was with this information. PS – nothing changed in my relationship with Jay after that, he continued to torture me. Something tragic happened that school year; in the fall of fourth grade, we were watching television science in the auditorium when an announcement cut it that the President was shot. It was the assassination of John Kennedy and I remember that entire sad day as if it was an hour ago. Fortunately, that winter, The Beatles came to be, and brought so many of us back to life with the new era of rock and roll. I remember all of that excitement too just as I remember the President Kennedy sadness.
I remember being upset when fourth grade ended because I had the best teacher in the world, and did not want to lose her. I prayed all that summer that I could somehow have her again, and sure enough, she was switched to fifth grade the next year, and I was in her class again! Miracles do happen, and I had her to enjoy for another school year. That was the year I started a huge crush on the most popular boy in our grade, and joined the track team at school on the urging of our PE teacher, and I did it just to be with my crush, Richard. I remember learning so much this school year and finally feeling caught up and smart. Another vivid snippet is learning to spell both Philadelphia and Pennsylvania, and winning that year’s spelling bee and playing in the school’s winter concert on the “Bells.” (Silver Bells etc.)
Sixth grade holds loads of very clear memories for me. I had Mr. Quarterman, my first male teacher, and he was also African-American. This was a novelty in 1965-66 in my very Jewish white neighborhood. I really enjoyed the year with him, and the highlight was a Pizza Party for girls that I threw for myself with babysitting money (I started babysitting at age 10) for my birthday, where we played Beatles records. I also vividly remember my best friend Joy’s birthday party that year because she invited our crush, Richard G, and he actually came, all spiffed up in a suit. My elementary graduation remains vivid, from the dress I wore, to each and every song we sang in it. In fact, I can still recall the words of To Dream an Impossible Dream, and Alexander’s Ragtime Band (it was a Broadway medley) still to this day.
In seventh grade, we moved to Jr. High. My advisory teacher was Miss Swartz. I had her for two years, through eighth grade. My best friend was Audrey — we were inseparable and had tons of slumber parties over her house, and I also went to my first boy-girl parties; and was a Monkee fanatic that year, 1966-67. I was constantly babysitting to get “cool” clothes to keep up with the well-dressed junior high school girls. A million memories are in my brain from this year due to it being such a big change from elementary, but it would take up too much space to go into all of them. It was the start of my growing up.
In eighth grade, I hung out with a bunch of boys (again the tomboy) and had a quasi-boyfriend named Guy. I was at my most awkward, pre-puberty look at that point, so this fact is a miracle. I remember spending lots of time at Guy’s mother’s apartment (his parents were divorced) with his siblings, all precious and adorable – Ivy, Neil, Tyrone and of course Guy. They had kind of a psychedelic apartment with a swinging chair hanging from the ceiling. Guy scared me off after a while as he wanted to do things that I wasn’t ready to do, but he did teach me to kiss and play spin the bottle. I also was a radical this year (again as a tomboy) and for a required club, I took WOODSHOP!!! I loved it and made a dachshund that held spools of thread for my Gram the seamstress, and a giant key that held keys. I was the only girl in this club. I was a ground-breaker, but it was considered weird and it only cemented my status as a nerd tomboy.
In ninth grade, still at Jr. High, I had a dreamy advisor, Mr. DeVrito, who was also my French teacher. I was put in all advanced courses due to my eighth grade academics, but I was then singled out for being a smart nerd. It was a tough year, but I gave myself a junior high school graduation party and some of the cool and popular kids came even though I was an awkward, gawky, academic tomboy nerd. This was another tough year for me. The best thing was meeting a boy from another area and school named Michael Katz. We went on dates taking a bus to the Orleans movie theater in the summer of this school year. This lasted into tenth grade.
In tenth grade, I turned over a new leaf and became VERY feminine. No more tomboy behavior for me! Except my PE teacher saw right through me and made me a gym leader. All of the tomboy girls who were somewhat athletic/coordinated/etc were selected for this “honor.” We got to take attendance and check off apparatus work for grades, so I was very popular in PE class. The big news was that we girls were finally allowed to wear pants to school, except no jeans. By eleventh, even jeans and cut-off jean shorts were okay. My advisor all three high school years with the other N’s for last names, and some O’s and P’s – was Mr. Mauskopf, a great guy. He made cutting school very easy. Any note worked for him for an absence. Again, I was in a bunch of advanced courses, including advanced French and advanced Biology. I knew nothing about French despite the ninth grade classes, and I requested to move to regular French. I also dropped advanced math. My favorite subject that year was Biology. I had Mrs. Hall, (of blessed memory) and I was teacher’s pet. Through ninth and tenth grade, science was my favorite subject, and then English and History.
My dating years in high school were in full swing. At the end of tenth grade, I was dating a boy named Freddy that summer. By eleventh grade, I started dating Lee F, and then quickly moved to my first love, Howie. I was still a gym leader but was also in the dance club and Future Teachers of America. I have about million memories from this year that are vivid, mostly because it was one of my best years ever both in school and with my love life. I started keeping a diary this year. My favorite teacher in eleventh grade was Mrs. Corson for advanced History, and again, I was teacher’s pet. I got to run all the errands and made others upset with her favoritism. I met so many nice new girlfriends this year, from other neighborhoods – quality people who I am still friends with to this day, though we all live far apart.
In twelfth grade, my steady boyfriend moved on to college so my life was quite different from the previous year when I was with him every moment. My worst memory was of having Mono, and missing a month of school in my senior year including all yearbook photos of all the clubs and groups I was in – a huge number.. It was tough getting caught up academically after that, and I had to adjust my college plans to an easier school because after I fell behind, suddenly I no longer felt smart. (I did graduate college Summa Cum Laude and was a President’s Scholar, so the academics settled back down.) My greatest twelfth grade class memories involved two teachers: Mr. Thompkins, History, who had a tumor on his head making him a bit of a conehead and we called him Tommy Tumor. It was cruel, but we were kids and we liked him even with that terrible nickname. This was one of my most fun classes ever because a bunch of my good friends were in it, and we did nothing but pass funny notes to each other throughout the entire class and giggle. Believe it or not, I kept those notes with my diary and still have them in a memorabilia box. (Communication Before Texting) The other teacher was Miss Sommar for English. She was one of the most clueless and boring teachers in the world, (and featured this way in the documentary High School that was shot at my Northeast High School) but it was the best class ever because of Brad Mirken, a class clown (who has passed away and who is of blessed memory as well) who absolutely tortured Miss Sommar each and every day, and we would laugh and laugh through the entire class. When we had to write a poem, he would recite lyrics from a popular rock song. We would all knowingly giggle, but Miss Sommar was clueless. Miss Sommar sat at her seat at her desk and behind her was a sign, This is our Flag, Respect It. Using a black magic marker, Brad changed Flag to Bag, with an arrow pointing to Miss Sommar (our old bag) and she never ever noticed. I have a million stories from this class alone, but this is getting too long-winded as it is.
Sorry this is so long, but the limo driver kind of dared me. Hope you travel memory lane with me and have made it this far. Let me hear about your memories. Do you remember teacher names and situations from various grades?