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A.B. Davis High School 1957
Photo: A.B. Davis High School, Mount Vernon, New York, 1957
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Anne Danetz Pine

Mount Vernon was more than a small city. It was a warm, comfortable community. Growing up there, I was fulfilled by the simple pleasures of intimate friendships, many of which have lasted throughout my life. In those days, excitement consisted of going to the Bee Hive, having fun at the China Casino, visiting Gelb’s, and attending basketball games and other events at the “Y” and rooting for the A.B. Davis football team. Although these close friends are now separated by geography, we still manage to see each other once in a while and are in regular contact by phone and email. It seems like yesterday that the Danetz house was a scene of joyful commotion with  Bob (A.B.Davis’62), Steve (A.B.Davis’58) and our friends coming and going. After high school, I attended Skidmore College, but found the isolation of a then unsophisticated Saratoga too insular for me. So after one year, I transferred to Boston University. Here I was fortunate to make new friends, many of whom my husband and I see today. Boston was a great city and my new friends made it lots of fun. Graduation came all too quickly and for a short time, I was a third grade teacher in White Plains. After a year in publish ing, I enrolled in the Department of Speech Pathology at Teachers College, Columbia University. While attending Columbia, I met my husband on a “blind date” (yes, I know that dates me). It seems as if I never stopped going to school. As the profession expanded there were always more lectures and courses to help one keep current. My long career as a Speech/Language Pathologist brought many rewards. I loved working with young children, watching their progress and counseling their parents. Young children today are certainly not the innocents we were, but they are still bursting with unsocialized intelligence and energy. In the last decade, paperwork and meetings severely restricted therapy time with the children and I was happy to retire in June, 2004. My husband retired at the same time. He was a Professor of History at Queens College, specializing in the Italian Renaissance. After a lifetime in Mount Vernon, (I really had been in the same place since kindergarten at Wilson School) we decided to retire to New York City. After a long search, we were lucky to find an apartment we could afford and we bought it just before the last price surge. I feel very lucky to have some of my family living here-my son and daughter-in-law, Lewis and Kathryn and my brother Steve and his wife, Ellen. Bob and his wife, Irene are  just across the river in New Jersey, and nieces and nephews are scattered from here to Boston. Now we are enjoying the wonderful cultural offerings of the greatest city in the world with theater subscriptions, museum memberships, opera, concerts and lectures, and to round out our days, both of us work intermittently part-time.