And now, a great story from Diana Dublo Linsley...
First of all, I want to thank all of you for helping me to celebrate my birthday on Sept 1st (my 39th again.)
Reading the blog and having a junior at Kirkwood High School (Go Pioneers!) has spurred a lot of memories...not many of them had much to do with school sanctioned activities. Mostly, they involved cruising through the streets of Alton, Wood River, and Cottage Hills with my friends, Helen Downing and Vickie Lewis, in a 1972 lemon yellow Ford Pinto. That was back when gas was 10 or 25 cents a gallon.
I didn't think many of you would remember me; I kept to myself or with m
y own group of friends. High school is mostly a blur. I think I remember more of you from grade school in Bethalto. Does anyone remember the Brownie Troop that met at the Bethalto City Hall? Marsha Harp's Mom was the leader.

After graduation, I spent some time in Washington, D.C. Three years later, I returned to the Alton area and earned my A.S. in Art at Lewis and Clark where I met my husband, Tom. Actually, we met at the Night Gallery. We will be married for 29 years in September; he is my all around nice guy.
I have been a professional photographer for more than 30 years, the past four as staff photographer for the Webster Kirkwood Times, a funky small town weekly newspaper owned and operated by a group of aging baby boomers who love a good fight with City Hall, a war protest, or covering Mayberry-type parades. Over the years, I have earned two Missouri Press Association and two Georgia Press Association awards for my work. You can read the Times at http://www.timesnewspapers.com/.
We have lived in Kirkwood for 21 years and have a 16 year old daughter, Katie, who has caused me to revisit a number of issues about high school...like wanting to cruise the streets of Kirkwood and Webster Groves with her friends. (Yikes!)
All in all, it's been a good life and I have an amazing family. I love where I am now, but I also love where I grew up. I have fond memories of my parent's strawberry fields and being able to ride my bike (without fear) for miles on a county road and play in the creek that ran through the Zakrzewski's farm.
I am looking foward to seeing you all again and sharing your story.
Diana Linsely
P.S. Can you believe how little Helen has changed?