The song we sang in first grade: “Remember your name and address / and telephone number too, / and if someday you lose your way / you’ll know just what to do. / Go up to the kind policeman / and tell him [something] / and if he’s kind he’ll help you find [something something].”
What I remember most clearly was feeling bad about being too poor to have a telephone. But I did feel pride in learning to spell PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA. (The address I had memorized was obliterated when they put I-95 through Philly.)
The song we sang in first grade: “Remember your name and address / and telephone number too, / and if someday you lose your way / you’ll know just what to do. / Go up to the kind policeman / and tell him [something] / and if he’s kind he’ll help you find [something something].”
What I remember most clearly was feeling bad about being too poor to have a telephone. But I did feel pride in learning to spell PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA. (The address I had memorized was obliterated when they put I-95 through Philly.)