Debbie Dimatteo:
CLASS OF 1974
El Rancho High SchoolClass of 1974
Pico rivera, CA
East High SchoolClass of 1974
Denver, CO
Burke Middle SchoolClass of 1970
Pico rivera, CA
Birney Elementary SchoolClass of 1966
Pico rivera, CA
Debbie's Story
Born in Los Angeles, grew up in Pico Rivera. After graduating 9th grade, my mom and I made the 14 hour trip to Venezuela, where my dad thought it would be cool to work for a few 2 1/2 years and therefore ruin my life. Can you imagine being uprooted during those tender years when friends and hanging out were the ONLY things that were important? Worse than that was being thrown into an alien culture which was so difficult to try and blend with. After all these years I can say it truly was a great education and a beautiful place to visit, not live. Makes you glad to have been born in this country.
On valentine's day of sophomore year, we moved to Denver, where my dad found a job in his field after the S.A. company closed. I attended East High, bored out of my mind as the classes were very easy compared to what the private schools overseas had us doing. Ok, one other reason it was a good thing.
High school wasn't anything then compared to what stringent rules my children had to deal with thank goodness. I have great memories of a full semester senior year when I was fortunate enough to be selected to join Senior Seminar, all outside school learning in conjunction with Outward Bound. We camped, hiked, river rafted, made pottery, learned how migrant farmworkers lived in contrast to our big city life. We made adobe bricks...Expand for more
to help build a school in Taos, N.M.;learned consumerism, spent a week living with families in our sister school's city of Hermosillo, Mexico as well as a week living with students in a college dorm where I was surprised to learn that more time was spent consuming beer than actually studying
I had a full-time job the rest of the time I attended East as a waitress at Azar's Big Boy, made big money for the times and the third week after graduation I snagged a roommate from one of my 3 part-time jobs, rented a 2 BR apt.,bought a car and got on with being a grown-up. I tried to enlist in the air force but not being male, was told I would have to wait until I was 21. Awww, wasn't sexism grand? So I got married.
First born Christopher came along in 1977 officially making me old by admitting it.
Ex hubby bugged me into moving to the Baltimore suburbs the next year, where both sides of his family lived and of course the only other reason he had for living major league baseball.
I had lots of different jobs while raising children but settled on professional photography,in which I earned my degree. Two ex-husbands one cool, one jerk ; 4 children, 2 dogs, 4 hamsters, 1 mouse, 4 cats and 2 kinds of cancer later, here I am. 10 miles north of Baltimore and 40 miles north of Washington D.C., wondering how did I get so old
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