Kay Olson Burt

I taught h.s. English in The Dalles for 2 years, then at West Albany and South Albany H.S. for 30 yrs, retiring in 2005. I have an antiques/collectibles booth at a downtown store and enjoy estate sales and sleuthing for "finds." Dave just retired and we look forward to some travel and road trips. Our mothers are both living (93 and 94!), so that keeps us close. Oldest son Ryan and Jenny had a baby girl in Nov., our 1st grandchild--an exciting time! I still keep in touch w/many h.s. friends and feel blessed to be living a rich and fulfilling life!

Most stories involve being "boy crazy"-- from afar. Once I borrowed Dad's 1955 Plaza Plymouth and took my friends dragging Adams Ave. Some boys from out-of-town started following us, and I tried to ditch them by going over the viaduct. We were so scared (the car was still following us), that I gunned the Plymouth and we were airborne at the top of the viaduct, probably going 60 mph or more. Luckily, I'm alive to tell the tale!

A carload of us girls tried to find the home of Mike Stirman out in the country. We had a flat tire right in front of his house on a remote lane. He and his mom came out, asked us what the problem was, and Mike proceeded to fix our flat. Boy, were we embarrassed!

I vividly remember a sleep-over at Sally Bond's in Island City. We all got up at 2 a.m., walking across the bridge into Island City,and t.p.'d Reid Bailey's car. Despite the barking dogs, we didn't get caught.