Posted by Flatbush Kid
on Saturday, March 16th 2019:
In Reply to: Re: Who says you cant go home? posted by Nate Goldman on Friday, March 15th 2019:
From September, 1956, until Spring break, 1957, I was a student of Ditmas Junior High School, housed in P.S. 217. Ditmas was not yet completed and students were housed at 217 and P.S. 179 during this time.
I, too, had the good fortune of having Mrs. Wengraf as my Social Studies/English teacher. She was a true professional; an example of what a teacher should be. May G-d rest her soul! I think of her with affection. Thanks to her, it finally sank in that I should do my best.(After we moved into the "new" school at 700 Cortelyou Road, I finally saw her daughter, Susan, who had been over at 179. She became one of my many early crushes.)
Harry Shapiro was my Home Room and math teacher. He could be nice, and perform magic tricks for us; but, unfortunately he could also explode and berate students. Subsequently, at Ditmas, he became a counselor. Looking back, my feeling is (1) he was just that way, or, (2) he had personal things going on that were upsetting, e.g., sick wife or personal illness.
Being housed on te forth and fifth floors of the school, us Ditmas students didn't really have any interchanges with the 217 students and teachers.
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