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A childhood belief about classes

Every morning in school (1950s), we sang "My country, tis a bee, sweet land of liberty, of DIC..." Although I didn't know what DIC meant, the rest made sense...after all, didn't we learn that this was a land of milk and honey? I had no idea I had the words wrong until about the 4th or 5th grade when I finally saw the words in print.

Another special memory of school in the 50s was air raid drills. The school's alarms would ring and we would file out of class, down to the basement, and sit cross-legged on the floor facing the lockers with one forearm over our eyes and the other over the back of our neck...or take the same position under our desks...

— Rita

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