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            <title>the basement of p.s.164 - PS 164 Alumni</title>
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            <updated>2016-12-03T17:35:57Z</updated>
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                    <title>lord, do I remember those air…</title>
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                                        <id>tag:www.ps164alumni.net,2009-02-21:1978143:Comment:23553</id>
                                        <updated>2009-02-21T01:31:11.812Z</updated>
                    
                                            <author>
                            <name>ginger &quot;debra labensky&quot; bonner</name>
                            <uri>http://www.ps164alumni.net/profile/gingerdebralabenskybonner</uri>
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                    <summary type="html">
                        lord, do I remember those air raid drills!!! I dont think I understood why we were there but it got us out of schoolwork for awhile                    </summary>

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                            lord, do I remember those air raid drills!!! I dont think I understood why we were there but it got us out of schoolwork for awhile                        </content>
                    
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                            <entry>
                    <title>I played ping pong in some so…</title>
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                                        <id>tag:www.ps164alumni.net,2008-12-19:1978143:Comment:21703</id>
                                        <updated>2008-12-19T17:52:53.194Z</updated>
                    
                                            <author>
                            <name>Jay Singer</name>
                            <uri>http://www.ps164alumni.net/profile/JaySinger</uri>
                        </author>
                    
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                        I played ping pong in some sort of club down in that basement. I remember the teacher who had to monitor us would knit while we played.                    </summary>

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                            I played ping pong in some sort of club down in that basement. I remember the teacher who had to monitor us would knit while we played.                        </content>
                    
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                            <entry>
                    <title>Our Brownie Troop used to mee…</title>
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                                        <id>tag:www.ps164alumni.net,2008-09-27:1978143:Comment:19916</id>
                                        <updated>2008-09-27T22:05:42.879Z</updated>
                    
                                            <author>
                            <name>Ann Kumock North</name>
                            <uri>http://www.ps164alumni.net/profile/AnnKumockNorth</uri>
                        </author>
                    
                    <summary type="html">
                        Our Brownie Troop used to meet in the basement in the early years of the school (1956-1958)                    </summary>

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                            Our Brownie Troop used to meet in the basement in the early years of the school (1956-1958)                        </content>
                    
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                            <entry>
                    <title>One step advanced from &quot;duck…</title>
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                                        <id>tag:www.ps164alumni.net,2008-09-25:1978143:Comment:19811</id>
                                        <updated>2008-09-25T17:03:05.729Z</updated>
                    
                                            <author>
                            <name>Beth Meltzer-Abelow</name>
                            <uri>http://www.ps164alumni.net/profile/BethMeltzerAbelow</uri>
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                    <summary type="html">
                        One step advanced from &quot;duck and cover&quot; I was always skeptical that the basement hallway would protect us from a bomb. But a much easier concept for kids to deal with than today&#039;s bioterror and suicide bomber threats.                    </summary>

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                            One step advanced from &quot;duck and cover&quot; I was always skeptical that the basement hallway would protect us from a bomb. But a much easier concept for kids to deal with than today&#039;s bioterror and suicide bomber threats.                        </content>
                    
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                            <entry>
                    <title>In 1st grade and maybe 2nd (1…</title>
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                                        <id>tag:www.ps164alumni.net,2008-03-07:1978143:Comment:11269</id>
                                        <updated>2008-03-07T05:02:10.244Z</updated>
                    
                                            <author>
                            <name>Harold Schiff</name>
                            <uri>http://www.ps164alumni.net/profile/HaroldSchiff</uri>
                        </author>
                    
                    <summary type="html">
                        In 1st grade and maybe 2nd (1958-1959), I was put in a &quot;speech class&quot; because I had a lisp. It was once a week (I think) and held in a room in the basement. I just remember it being really strange down there! Anyone else have &quot;speech class&quot;?                    </summary>

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                            In 1st grade and maybe 2nd (1958-1959), I was put in a &quot;speech class&quot; because I had a lisp. It was once a week (I think) and held in a room in the basement. I just remember it being really strange down there! Anyone else have &quot;speech class&quot;?                        </content>
                    
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                            <entry>
                    <title>Wow- I remember playing the v…</title>
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                                        <id>tag:www.ps164alumni.net,2008-02-21:1978143:Comment:9980</id>
                                        <updated>2008-02-21T22:47:57.389Z</updated>
                    
                                            <author>
                            <name>Michele (Marder) Kennedy</name>
                            <uri>http://www.ps164alumni.net/profile/MicheleMarderKennedy</uri>
                        </author>
                    
                    <summary type="html">
                        Wow- I remember playing the violin, too, with the dry sponges... I also remember giving a concert and Steven Kuchuck&#039;s strings broke in the middle of the concert. He pretended to keep playing as he walked off the stage.&lt;br /&gt;
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Those were the good old days...                    </summary>

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                            Wow- I remember playing the violin, too, with the dry sponges... I also remember giving a concert and Steven Kuchuck&#039;s strings broke in the middle of the concert. He pretended to keep playing as he walked off the stage.&lt;br /&gt;
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Those were the good old days...                        </content>
                    
                                    </entry>
                            <entry>
                    <title>I remember going to the basem…</title>
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                                        <id>tag:www.ps164alumni.net,2008-02-17:1978143:Comment:9256</id>
                                        <updated>2008-02-17T22:32:26.753Z</updated>
                    
                                            <author>
                            <name>Ed Siegel</name>
                            <uri>http://www.ps164alumni.net/profile/EdSiegel</uri>
                        </author>
                    
                    <summary type="html">
                        I remember going to the basement for bomb drills. Oh the Cold War!                    </summary>

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                            I remember going to the basement for bomb drills. Oh the Cold War!                        </content>
                    
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                            <entry>
                    <title>I cannot stand that Kathy doe…</title>
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                                        <id>tag:www.ps164alumni.net,2008-02-16:1978143:Comment:9131</id>
                                        <updated>2008-02-16T19:54:37.797Z</updated>
                    
                                            <author>
                            <name>Nancy Goldstein</name>
                            <uri>http://www.ps164alumni.net/profile/NancyGoldstein</uri>
                        </author>
                    
                    <summary type="html">
                        I cannot stand that Kathy doesn&#039;t have a computer to see this. Maybe I can copy it and send it to her. I didn&#039;t know about the guitar. Waht do you remember about Main St.any favorite stores. Check out Any Tivoli&#039;s group called 164 ballplayers. That&#039;s my brother&#039;s friend.                    </summary>

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                            I cannot stand that Kathy doesn&#039;t have a computer to see this. Maybe I can copy it and send it to her. I didn&#039;t know about the guitar. Waht do you remember about Main St.any favorite stores. Check out Any Tivoli&#039;s group called 164 ballplayers. That&#039;s my brother&#039;s friend.                        </content>
                    
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                            <entry>
                    <title>OMG, I remember that silly wo…</title>
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                                        <id>tag:www.ps164alumni.net,2008-02-16:1978143:Comment:9109</id>
                                        <updated>2008-02-16T17:03:21.468Z</updated>
                    
                                            <author>
                            <name>Howard Goldman</name>
                            <uri>http://www.ps164alumni.net/profile/HowardGoldman</uri>
                        </author>
                    
                    <summary type="html">
                        OMG, I remember that silly wool covered hanger assignment. We were told to get two colors (mine was red &amp;amp; blue) and we spent what seemed like weeks, making those hangers. I suspiciously expected &#039;Pearl&#039; to demand them at completion, pulling a Cathy Lee Gifford on us. I think I had that hanger through college.                    </summary>

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                            OMG, I remember that silly wool covered hanger assignment. We were told to get two colors (mine was red &amp;amp; blue) and we spent what seemed like weeks, making those hangers. I suspiciously expected &#039;Pearl&#039; to demand them at completion, pulling a Cathy Lee Gifford on us. I think I had that hanger through college.                        </content>
                    
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                            <entry>
                    <title>It was both. Her real name wa…</title>
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                                        <id>tag:www.ps164alumni.net,2008-02-16:1978143:Comment:9102</id>
                                        <updated>2008-02-16T16:56:49.687Z</updated>
                    
                                            <author>
                            <name>Janet R. Perlmutter/Schwartz</name>
                            <uri>http://www.ps164alumni.net/profile/JanetRPerlmutterSchwartz</uri>
                        </author>
                    
                    <summary type="html">
                        It was both. Her real name was Pearl, but she was &quot;fondly&quot; called &quot;Penny.&quot; Her hair was the color of a copper penny...so maybe that&#039;s why? She made me her water-girl. I used to have to go to the water fountain to fetch her water for her soup. Was that a good sign or a bad one? I don&#039;t know. About 10 years ago, I looked her up in a NYC directory and called her. You&#039;d think that, after all these years, she&#039;d remember my name. After all, I was her water girl! No such luck! First she questioned me…                    </summary>

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                            It was both. Her real name was Pearl, but she was &quot;fondly&quot; called &quot;Penny.&quot; Her hair was the color of a copper penny...so maybe that&#039;s why? She made me her water-girl. I used to have to go to the water fountain to fetch her water for her soup. Was that a good sign or a bad one? I don&#039;t know. About 10 years ago, I looked her up in a NYC directory and called her. You&#039;d think that, after all these years, she&#039;d remember my name. After all, I was her water girl! No such luck! First she questioned me suspiciously, as though I were a solicitor. After I got her to believe that I was no such person, I tried to get her to tell me the secrets of making wool-woven hangers (Remember that assignment?). I wanted to make them for my family. She couldn&#039;t remember how they were made, so she directed me to Lori Hoberman...a name she DID remember!                        </content>
                    
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