I was not happy to see your face here. Perhaps because it portends a location which we all will attain. Diane and I dated for a short while but it was a different experience. Dating her meant you dated her whole family. I really liked it and felt totally accepted. She was intelligent and caring. She married a guy named Lonnie I believe.
I saw Dianne and her husband Lonnie at our 20th reunion. She called me shortly after, but we missed connections. I called a couple of years later and talked to Lonnie. They had divorced and she was living in Washington near Seattle. She remained there until her death from cancer in 2000.
In the last year I worked for ExxonMobil, I received a call out of the blue from a young man named Victor Monreal. He said simply, "I think you knew my mother." We had lunch together a few times before I retired. I went to his home one Sunday evening and had dinner with Victor, his sweet wife, and his little girl. I passed on some old letters I had received from his mom when she was a freshman in college, a large print of her senior picture, and some other things I had from her. He spent the last days of her life caring for her as she succumbed to cancer. He is a really fine young man, a solid addition to ExxonMobil's human resources department, and a good husband and father. I know Dianne would be proud of him.
Scott Spradlin
I was not happy to see your face here. Perhaps because it portends a location which we all will attain. Diane and I dated for a short while but it was a different experience. Dating her meant you dated her whole family. I really liked it and felt totally accepted. She was intelligent and caring. She married a guy named Lonnie I believe.
Jeff Kirk
I saw Dianne and her husband Lonnie at our 20th reunion. She called me shortly after, but we missed connections. I called a couple of years later and talked to Lonnie. They had divorced and she was living in Washington near Seattle. She remained there until her death from cancer in 2000.
Jeff Kirk
In the last year I worked for ExxonMobil, I received a call out of the blue from a young man named Victor Monreal. He said simply, "I think you knew my mother." We had lunch together a few times before I retired. I went to his home one Sunday evening and had dinner with Victor, his sweet wife, and his little girl. I passed on some old letters I had received from his mom when she was a freshman in college, a large print of her senior picture, and some other things I had from her. He spent the last days of her life caring for her as she succumbed to cancer. He is a really fine young man, a solid addition to ExxonMobil's human resources department, and a good husband and father. I know Dianne would be proud of him.