Dianne Forbes Lincoln:
CLASS OF 1974
Herndon High SchoolClass of 1974
Herndon, VA
Herndon High SchoolClass of 1974
Herndon, VA
Dianne Forbes's Story
I am 53 and have been back in the U. S. for three years after being overseas in South Africa for seven. (Words can't describe that experience.)
I married James Compton of Fairfax, VA. We had three beautiful children, Faith, Ben, and Chris, and now share three beautiful grandchildren, James, Avery Joye, and Liam. We were divorced in the late '90s.
I stayed in VA until '91, when we moved to TX to work at the Superconducting Super Collider, which was cancelled by Congress, then moved to Las Vegas, NV, in '94 to work for the Dept. of Energy. I left Vegas in '99 and married a South African, Doug Knox. While there, I did volunteer work with AIDS orphans and street children (building shelters, providing food, clothing, schooling, etc.). I have three beautiful stepdauthers, Kana, Sacha, and Amber, and although the marriage didn't last, we still remain in touch.
Career-wise, I worked Federal for about 13 years, was an aerobic instructor for 8, moved into graphic design and technical typesetting (all those Greek symbols), editing, and writing.
Latest update: After being laid off I found a great job working for a great agent and am completing schooling to get my insurance agent licenses. I am involved with a friend's new magazine, doing everything from editing, writing, graphics and selling advertising. The magazine is Living Well NV.
Before I went to South Africa, I had my own company, providing everything from general typing and office support, to technical writing, editing, graphic design, and desktop publishing. I had clients all over the world (we worked over the Internet) and I am very interested in re-starting my company. In fact, that is how I met my last husband!
In the meantime, I am trying to build the advertising business, learn the latest publishing software and receive certification in the things I already know how to do (this is a very strange world we live in).
Being single at this age used to intimidate me, but now I am finding myself enjoying it.
I have six brothers and sisters (three of each sex); three are still in VA and three are in FL. Last year I lost my mother. I remember how much I resented my parents in high school-...Expand for more
-that is all gone, all that remains is the love, and god, I miss her.
As far as hobbies and activities, I have always been an avid reader--everything from biographies to mysteries, thrillers, sci-fi, etc. I love movies (especially the classics) and keep up with the HBO and Showtime TV shows (The Tudors, No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency, True Blood, Nurse Jackie, and Dexter). I go to the gym three or four times a week and enjoy the outdoors when it is not too hot (summers are VERY hot in NV). I spend time with the kids and grandkids. I date, love dancing and music, fine dining (who wouldn't)? I'd love to travel more when the budget allows it.
I have a passion for writing and have placed below one of my published pieces, a poem. It sort of goes with memories.
I have both good and bad memories from high school (who doesn't?), but find with time, that only the good remains. Alas, none of my best friends have signed on here. I'd love to reconnect.
In high school, my great passion was theater and drama and I starred in several plays. Biggest regret is that I didn't follow that up as a career--instead, like the good Catholic girl I was raised to be, I married early, had kids early, etc., etc., etc.
The Real
Where have they hidden the real,
I've looked for it every where.
Buried in concrete, is it hidden discreetly
in the smell of urban sprawl and renewal.
I remember the fresh smells of summer
late evenings and fading sunlight,
the laughter and yells of children
catching lightening bugs, dancing the night.
The radiant smell of June roses
smelling more when they bloomed only one month,
the honeysuckle scent was so heavy
it cut through the air like a knife.
So where have they hidden the real,
is it gone or has it just been mislaid.
Is it hidden away where I can't seem to go
or is that I'm just afraid
To acknowledge that those days are over
and there never will be a return
to the way things were in childhood
and that this is a lesson to learn
That there is no return to what's gone,
only memories traced in the air
of a path back through lands that time has forgot
and the only real now is here.
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c. Dianne Forbes Compton
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