Is it my imagination, or did we mature later in those days than kids do now? These handsome juveniles are thirteen and fourteen years old. To my eyes, the girls look barely half-grown, the boys variable but distinctly unfledged.
Claire R., who sent me the picture (thanks so much, Claire!!), looks womanly, but the others --not far out of childhood. The boys in the second row look as though adolescence has not yet begun to rear its unhandsome head.
Want to know the names of these unpromising lads and lasses? Search here.
In your account of your teachers at P.S. 217 in another post, I wonder if bald Mr. Harry Shapiro could have been the same man who was a substitute teacher at P.S. 269 in Brooklyn, the elementary school I attended in the mid-1950s.
The Mr. Harry Shapiro I remember was bald too and was the brother of P.S. 269's principal, Selig Shapiro.
Posted by: SD | December 27, 2014 at 09:45 AM
Just wondering if the George Molinari in the picture is my dad - he lived on Cortelyou Road.
Posted by: Karen Molinari Occhiogrosso | March 28, 2014 at 11:43 AM
This picture is only one of the classes. There were 5. This picture is of 8-5. I think I was in 8-1. I am Stuart B. Stillman, known as Sandy in those days. I am an attorney living in Southampton NY and Scottsdale, Az.My name is not in the write up.I wne on to Midwood ,then to Syracuse then to NYU Law.
Posted by: stu stillman | September 18, 2009 at 02:27 PM