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August 27, 2011



And then there are teachers who marry during the terms in which they teach. I was so awed by my teachers that I was stunned to find out they could have first names, let alone marry.
At Erasmus Hall High School I'm happy to report that marry some did. At the Annex (separate building in a Brooklyn neighborhood known as East New York) in the fall term of my freshman year my English teacher got married. Before the Thanksgiving holiday she was Miss Elaine Fialka. And afterwards she was Mrs. Kramer. Our grade advisor and history teacher, Miss Jean Rock, took up a collection and bought a top-of-the-line heavy skillet for the happy couple, so that as we concluded with satisfaction "she could cook for her husband." I hope and trust he was a lucky man.
In the spring term our French teacher (and my home room teacher) Mr. Palevsky got married. There was no collection since "he was a man" but I do remember that some of the other male teachers joshed him about being married, although I had no clue why this should be funny.
Later, at the main building, general science and chemistry teacher Marcialee Landsman married Paul Gans, another science teacher at Erasmus.
Also, petite and beautiful French teacher Miss Berenzweig became Mrs. Bermowitz, which saddened every boy who ever had her as a teacher and dreamed of her at night.
One more example, an oddity of sorts: French teacher Mr. Fried was married to French teacher Miss Frazzitta ("Frenchie Frazzitta") and had been for many years. I didn't fully understand why her name was different from his. They could often be seen walking arm in arm along Flatbush Avenue.
I hope all of these couples had the benefit of good advice about marriage.
I just now realized that four of these teachers taught French. Must have been something in the wine . . . .


While Mr. Hart's advice is well founded, and I practice it myself. As a cook in the midst of crab cakes and sea bass with morrocan vegetables, however, I do not want any distractions (except, perhaps, someone handing me a bit of cabernet sauvignon).

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