P.S. 195

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Outside NYC is what once was a quiet community of Brooklyn.  It was were I spent a few years of my youth.  A time when President Kennedy was assinated, and the space program was just beginning.  And a time when Roger Marris was closing in on the home run record. 

Across from Sheephead's bay, and just around the corner from Coney Island, was a three story brick building, an Elementary School simply called P.S. 195.  Today, like then, public schools in NYC merely had numbers, not names to identify them.

I'd get there early every morning and head to the playground to get in a game of four-square or tether ball before the bell rang.  At that sound everyone would gather in the assembly room. 

School would begin by first singing the Alma Mater.  I remember it still today.  "Hail to P.S. 195.  We are the school that's really alive.  Firm, united, loyal are we.  We are the best Oh yes sir ree!  Then before being released to our classroom we would stand in respect and recite the Pledge of Allegiance before bowing our heads while the Lord's Prayer was read by a hand picked student.

Although my school is still in use today, things are not so, any more. . .
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